Chapter 261 The Last Town

Grinding the knife and drinking wine, Hua Fei crossed the horse town with his upper body naked.

After drinking all night, Huafei's face was red and purple, and his eyes were intoxicated and blurred. The soldiers hiding in the town looked carefully, sometimes worried, sometimes anxious, but no one dared to persuade him. Everyone saw what happened to the scout who wanted to sneak back to Zhongdu last night. No one could guess why General Hua was so angry, and he became irritable. He whipped the scout to death. The body was left out of the town at will and began to fester overnight.

Although the general is brave, he has been drinking all night... The traitor came stepping on the body of General Wang.

The generals and soldiers were uneasy and did not dare to come forward to persuade. They could only watch the general stand in front of the town motionless, until the dragon-like chariot stepped on its belly white and broke through the air.

From time to time, Hua Fei's soldiers looked at the sky and stared at the well-known flying dragon driver in just seven or eight days.

At this moment, a cold hum came, needless to say, it was naturally Huafei.

His eyes narrowed into a slit. Hua Fei stared at the flying dragon from far and near coldly. The drunkenness dispersed in the tiger's eyes, and his eyes gradually became sharp.

All his nicknames of winged tigers, but because his shoulders are much wider than ordinary people, the muscles at the back of his shoulders are bulging, and his shoulder armor is stretched out. From a distance, it looks like two wings. Because of his natural strange appearance, Hua Fei was often looked down upon when he was young, and he was also excluded after being admitted to the army by Lu Sikong. Fortunately, he met Lv Fengqi later, and the wonderful use of his two back muscles was also discovered at that time.

The past has come to an end, and only today is drunk.

A small song suddenly appeared in his mind. Hua Fei wiped his mouth and stared at the flying dragon in the sky with a cold smile.

A leap, Hua Fei jumped on the back of the horse, his knees were slightly bent, and the next moment his body had turned into a stringed arrow and flew to the golden chariot.

Hua Fei's back muscles twisted, as if two big oars were constantly stirring the air. The wind came from all directions and held up his body. Rather than jumping into the air, he was gliding in the sky with the two back muscles.

In an instant, Hua Fei appeared at a height of a hundred feet with a long knife, staring at the flying dragon.

The curtain of the flying dragon was lifted, and the young man was holding a long gun, looking directly at Huafei on the opposite side.

Seven levels have been broken, three towns have passed two, and only one Central Plains town is left, with a winged tiger. An Bochen stared at the last opponent on the Guannan Desert Road with no expression on his face. He was in mid-air, and his fighting spirit had been brewing to the peak. At the same time, Hua Fei was also silently watching An Bochen.

The first time I heard that An Bochen was defeated from south to north when he fled for 100 days. He not only did not die, but also grew rapidly in battles and conflicts. The gunway advanced rapidly. A hundred days later, even Thirteen Jun couldn't help him. Today, he has passed seven levels and broken through three towns, and there is no defeat.

Is he the person who is involved in Da Kuang's luck in Lv's mouth?

Hanging in the air, Hua Fei looked at the teenager opposite him carefully. No matter how he looked at it, he couldn't see what was different about An Bochen.

They looked at each other silently. For a moment, neither of them spoke.

Huafei is the mountain that An Bochen can't wait to climb over, and An Bochen is the most curious "luck" of Huafei. They have been famous and have been looking forward to each other for a long time.

The morning wind swept up the dead grass on the barren road and opened it to both sides, like two waves, one south and one north, swinging to the east of the Central Plains Town.

Hua Fei frowned. At a glance, he saw Wuhua holding a magic wand and Zhang Bushi on the other side. He didn't know when the two had got off the flying dragon drive, one south and one north, and rushed to the town of Zhongyuan. With friends from thousands of miles to help, An Bochen was naturally happy. The three of them had discussed on the way to Zhongyuan Town. An Bochen drove alone, while Wuhua and Zhang Bushi fell in front of the town. When Hua Fei took action, the two forcibly seized the town, forcing Hua Fei to take care of him off guard and caught him off guard.

Zhang Wu and the two rabbits have jumped into the town, cutting the magic wand with one hand and two eyebrow knives. It was really a tiger into the sheep, killing the soldiers under Hua Fei's command roaring and screaming, and fighting and retreating.

However, to An Bochen's surprise, Huafei was not moved at all. His face was calm and not in a hurry. He still stared at him, as if he didn't care about the lives of the hundreds of soldiers at all.

He doesn't even care about his own life and death. How can Huafei care about others? He only cared about one person, but as time went by and Hua Shao never returned, he didn't know how much he had to care about.

"Falth? What does your little teenager have to do with Da Kuang's luck? What does it have to do with someone?"

Hua Fei finally opened his mouth. His voice was rough, but he was a little less heroic because of the bitterness, as if he was asking An Bochen, and as if he was asking himself.

He didn't wait for An Bochen's answer, but he waited for a silver-white long gun.

The closer to the State of Wei, the more eager An Bochen is. How can he be in the mood to talk nonsense with Hua Fei? I don't have time to listen to him and feel sorry for himself.

With a shake of his wrist, a cyclone cut out from the tip of the gun and cut Hua Fei's right neck. An Bochen flew out on tiptoe, drove the dragon into the bead chain in mid-air, and then stopped stabbing Hua Fei with a gun.

Huafei was still strangely suspended in mid-air. It was not until the cyclone came that he dodged and waved his sword at An Bochen.

In the town of the Central Plains, Zhang Bushi had stopped, and Wuhua was still not happy. He killed everywhere with a magic wand. The soldiers who garrisoned the town fled to death. It didn't take long for him to give up the land under his feet to Wuhua.

Seeing the success of Wuhua and Zhang Bushi, An Bochen did not want to fight for a long time. His wrist gun flower avoided Hua Fei's knife. Yu Fengfei retreated five or six steps, held the gun with four fingers, and his right hand turned violently, stirring the air to gather into a spiral column in the sky.

On the shiny tip of the gun, there is a column of conical cyclone floating. The thunder flashes, and the feng shui and fire are surging. It is amazing to see the Wuhua in the town of the Central Plains, and the corners of his mouth are slightly upturned.

Neither of them planned to take action. On the one hand, they are still far away, and on the other hand, the general trend has been decided. Hundreds of soldiers and horses were killed. Although Huafei has the name of five tigers, he is also isolated and helpless. His momentum is bound to plummet. An Bochen also has a magical shooting skill. It should not be a problem to beat Hua Fei into the sky.

"Break!"

Flattening the handle of the gun, and the arm of the gun was on the line. An Bochen faced the long wind in the sky and stabbed the silver gun at Huafei.

The silver gun roared out, and the spiral air column broke away from the tip of the gun and flew out first. In a blink of an eye, it was three feet in front of Huafei.

Through the silver-white cyclone from the tip of the gun, An Bochen looked at Huafei, with surprise between his eyebrows.

Huafei did not have the skills to control the air, let alone release the knife skill battle array. He just stared at An Bochen thoughtfully, with his cheeks slightly red and his eyes wide open, as if he were drunk.

Can he become a general of the Five Tigers like this?

An Bochen was puzzled in his heart, but his hand did not stop at all. The silver gun was like a dragon, moving forward.

Just when the spiral gas column was only three or four feet away from Huafei, and the fierce cyclone had blown Huafei's long dark brown hair, Huafei seemed to wake up from a dream, sneered, and rolled up a long knife to split the spiral gas column.

Without the skill to control the air, there is no knife skill array. Huafei is like yesterday's Wang Yue. With only a long knife in his hand, he lightly meets An Bochen's spiral gas column that can open the mountain and break the lake.

Of course, unlike Wang Yue's indifference, Hua Fei's mouth is full of disdain and sarcasm.

"Break!"

With a high shout, Hua Fei's eyes rose like a white fire, and the muscles at the back of his shoulders suddenly expanded, against his tiger's eyes and whiskers, which was really a little like the legendary winged tiger.

A knife split, and nearly 15,000 catties of huge force surged out along the trembling tip of the knife, tore the spiral gas column, and was innocent in the bomb.