Chapter 271 The Last Disaster

On a long journey of more than ten days, from the Xijiang River in Qijing to the barren road in Weibei, An Bochen did not stop. Except for a few times for taking a nap on the flying dragon, An Bochen almost did not close his eyes, starved the yin sun, and thirsty for the dew. An Bochen was not a man of immortals, but he was forced to become a "man of immortals". Along the way, he lost half a circle, gray-headed, tired, and his spirit was exhausted to the extreme, but his eyes always shined with perseverance.

He held the innocence in his hand and hid a shot of innocence in his heart. Along the way, he supported An Bochen to gritt his teeth and survive the difficulties again and again. Now the journey is at the end. The afternoon sun is accompanied by the war songs and blood layers of the distant sky, as if a broad road is spread in front of An Bochen, but at this time, An Bochen suddenly stopped.

The barren road enters the rugged mountains. There is wind in the forest, and the wind blows the leaves.

No matter how strong the wind is, it can't blow out the invisible fire transformed by An Bochen. It was not Lin Feng who made An Bochen stop, but the middle-aged man who walked out of the forest.

Counting this time, it was the third time that An Bochen had met the man. The first two times he only heard the sound of strings and did not see him until this time that An Bochen finally saw the true face of the man.

He is about in his early thirties, and he is under 40 years old. He has a burly ape with long arms, a waxy yellow face and a deep forehead, as if he has experienced the vicissitudes of life. With his thick ink-like eyebrows and wide and straight forehead, it makes him full of masculinity. The only shortcoming is that he is blind.

Among the five tiger generals, An Bochen has fought against Wang Yue and Hua Fei, and has also seen Guan Yunyi take action. He is a first-class strong man. Each of them has his own unique skills, just like everyone. But only this roaring tiger Huang Batian, An Bochen only felt that he was a little untrue.

He shot two arrows at An Bochen. The first arrow could not be avoided because of Wang Yue. An Bochen almost died on the spot. The second arrow was used by An Bochen to deal with Huafei. Although he shot Zhonghuafei, he was only injured and did not die. Therefore, in An Bochen's eyes, although Huang Batian's archery skills are strong, he is only fast and powerful. Not to mention Wang Yue, Hua Fei and other big-level figures, are An Bochen, who still has a gap with them. As long as he is well prepared, he can avoid it five or six points away from each other.

However, the ranking of these five tigers has been set many years ago and has not been changed for several years. It is the strongest under Lv Fengqi recognized by the tigers and wolves in the world. No matter what Huang Batian is, he is also regarded as a strong man at the same level as Hua Fei... Is it possible that he didn't use all his strength before?

Lin Hai Songtao seemed to be a green wave, rolling with the wind. An Bochen stared at the man standing in the forest and thought to himself.

Taking a deep breath, An Bochen turned back into his original shape, and pulled out innocently with his backhand, "Gang" pointed to Huang Batian. Huang Batian had sacrificed the white fire as his eyes, and found out the murderous intention to firmly lock An Bochen. An Bochen's continued to use fire practice is not only useless, but will consume vitality.

Two hundred steps apart, the two confronted each other from a distance. The roaring sun bow stretched into a full moon between Huang Batian's arms, and An Bochen also brewed the spirit of war to the peak at the same time, and the gunshot was cold.

Lin Feng roared and fell into the collar of the two with the enthusiasm of the afternoon. Huang Batian did not move, and An Bochen did not move, but his forehead was full of sweat.

Previously, Huang Batian's two arrows were sneak attacks, instantly locking An Bochen, and then sending out in an instant.

At present, An Bochen is straight to Huang Batian's murderous intention. He only feels that his whole body is shrouded in a strange air machine. His chest, back, top of his head and soles of his feet seem to be full of steel needles. As long as An Bochen moves a little, those dense steel needles will immediately pierce An Bochen's skin and pierce his internal organs.

For the first time in his life, he confronted the archery master. An Bochen was nervous and did not dare to be careless. With the passage of time, An Bochen had been sweating heavily and gasping faster.

Horse war fighting pays attention to one inch long and one inch strong. Generally speaking, the use of long weapons has an advantage over the use of short weapons, and those who are good at crossbows are the uncrowned king on the battlefield. No matter how long the long weapons are, they are not as far as the range of crossbows, and they can't be defended. If you want to break them, you must kill them up close.

Huang Batian calculated that An Bochen would pass through this forest and be the first to arrive. When he was still 200 steps away from An Bochen, he was killed and locked him. An Bochen can't threaten Huang Batian, but Huang Batian's roaring sun arrow can be shot between half a finger. An Bochen is only 50% sure to avoid it. The premise is that Huang Batian's arrow is similar to the previous two arrows.

In fact, An Bochen is not powerless to fight back. He can sacrifice thunder or release a spiral gas column. However, long before that, An Bochen found that his breathing was no longer as long and continuous as before. His internal pains continued, and the meridians in his body seemed to be blocked. Although his vitality was there, it flowed extremely slowly. Subconsciously, An Bochen recalled the words shouted by the Vhuo shen in a hurry in the fairy mansion - "Don't use your own life in the future. Don't fight for a long time in ten days, otherwise..."

Although the battle with Huafei was not a long battle, An Bochen also tried his best. After that war, An Bochen had noticed the four trends and stagnated. An Bochen has more important things to do, so he tries not to think about the words of the Vance King, and what the consequences of "otherwise" will be. However, in the face of the roaring tiger and Huang Batian, there is another inevitable death battle, and there is only this last battle between her. At this moment, An Bochen can no longer control his thoughts.

Huang Batian only has the last arrow left, and I should be able to send out a spiral gas column to fight his arrow with the spiral gas column. If he is lucky enough to kill his Huang Batian here, it will be a draw. If you can't kill Huang Batian with one move, you can use chariots and warships to trap him here, and I will drive the flying dragon to meet the team... It's just...

Breathing, An Bochen smiled bitterly in his heart.

This temporary plan is full of loopholes. Not to mention whether his blow can work, even if he is lucky enough to kill Huang Batian on the spot, the price of displaying the spiral gas column is absolutely not what An Bochen can afford at this time. The confrontation with Huang Batian has made An Bochen a little unsuffiable. After consuming the vitality of a spiral gas column, Zhou Tian's four momentum is stagnant, and the vitality in his body cannot be replenished. An Bochen's strength will become weaker and weaker, and how can there be no Tianpin monk in the welcoming team of 8,000 people?

The afternoon sun sprinkled on the young man's forehead, and his eyebrows were tightened and he was at a loss. From time to time, sweat dripped down his cheeks, drenching An Bochen's collar.

"Wang!"

At this moment, there was a chaotic noise from the other end of the dense forest, but a flock of birds fluttered their wings and flew high, disrupting the forest leaves.

Between the dense or sparse forest leaves, the halo flowed. Through the cracks, An Bochen saw a large stock of dust coming down from the north, and the tide-like Xuanjia iron rider drove south with a bright chopper.

The welcome team finally arrived.

An Bochen's heart tightened, and as far as his eyes could see, between the hillsides outside the dense forest, two strands of dust walked towards each other, one south and one north, and another half an hour later... Maybe not, maybe it only takes three or four columns of incense time, and the greedy wolf camp can meet the sending team... I can't wait any longer.

Huang Batian, who was leaning against the forest, saw the teenager who was facing him suddenly step out, and his condensed eyes shot at him over 200 steps, and his eyes were colorful.

He exhaled his breath, Huang Batian opened his eyes alone, and his fingers on the arrow feathers suddenly loosened.

At the same time, An Bochen also provoked innocence.

Take shooting skills as a pen, draw air, and aggregate feng shui fire, but use thunder as an arrow.

"Hung!" With a sound, the spiral air column floated in mid-air, paused for a moment, and then shot out of the tip of the gun. Wherever it went, the waves flew, and the thunder shone, stirring up a dust and mud splashing on both sides.

Huang Batian's golden arrows also roared, shuttling through the air, and the speed of jumping over a hundred steps, much faster than the spiral gas column emitted by An Bochen.

Another half finger, fifty steps, the spiral gas column and the golden arrow finally met.

An Bochen gasped and stared straight at Huang Batian's roaring sun arrow, clasped his fists and looked forward silently.

The golden feather arrow with ten thousand pounds of power can open the tablet and crack the stone. When flying, it breaks the air, but it also has the meaning of a little skill to control the air. But it is still an arrow to the end, which is far less than the spiral gas column issued by An Bochen.

"Cock!"

The crisp sound came out, and An Bochen looked happy, but the spiral gas column effortlessly knocked down the golden arrow and flew forward.

However, at this moment, An Bochen's eyes fell to Huang Batian opposite, and a trace of uneasiness suddenly rose in his heart.

The sunshine enveloped the one-eye general with mysterious armor and flowed to the corners of his stiff and indifferent mouth. He did not seem to be discouraged by the defeat of an arrow, let alone a trace of panic because of the roaring spiral air column.

When the golden halo flowed to Huang Batian's wrist, An Bochen's heart trembled suddenly.

The backhand, raise the arm, and the soil flies. Huang Batian pulled out a long knife from behind the tree.

The knife was inserted behind the tree and blocked by Huang Batian's burly body. An Bochen's attention was attracted by Huang Batian's bow and arrow, and the existence of the long knife was not found from beginning to end.

The spiral air column crushed the air all the way, the thunder shone, the water and fire swirled sharply, and rushed to Huang Batian fiercely.

The blade skimmed an oblique arc from the bottom up, and the air became a picture scroll of Huang Batian at this moment. With a knife as a pen, it drew a knife-shaped cyclone.

An Bochen stared at Huang Batian's knife to provoke the domineering cyclone, cut his spiral gas column into five or six pieces, and flew around, and his heart was cold.

"Before killing you, I'll tell you something by the way."

With the knife on his back, Huang Batian looked at An Bochen, who couldn't help gasping, and said calmly, "Huang practiced arrows after his eyes alone. In front of Lv Feng's right eye, Huang broke into the name of the Five Tigers with this knife alone.