Chapter 346 Battlefield

The sea breeze is gust, the waves are blooming, and the tide is rushing to the reef. The momentum is not inferior to the thousands of troops in the charge.

In an instant, the sound of the tide was suppressed by another sound.

With the sound of the knife, Yan Xiaodao appeared in front of him, and there was a white fire in his eyes. He shook his wrist and threw out a long knife.

His knife is only as long as his arms. The man in blue has taken more than 20 steps. How can he reach it with a long knife alone?

At this moment, the salty air suddenly condensed on the blade. In a blink of an eye, more than a dozen cyclones emerged from the tip of the knife and converged into a silver-white "giant knife" in mid-air, like a sharp arrow shooting straight at the green shirt man.

At the age of 20, Yan Xiaodao has mastered the top Taoist skills of "technics to protect the air", which can be called amazing and beautiful. If you look at the young Qingjun of Da Kuang's generation, his face is enough to rank in the top ten or even the top five. No wonder Yan Xiaodao doesn't look up to those "predecessors" who have long been hidden. With such strength and potential, it is difficult not to be young and frivolous.

"I heard that General An was among the four dragon generals of Da Kuang in those years. Yan is not talented. Please give me some advice!"

With a knife, Yan Xiaodao shouted loudly, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, just waiting to see the man make a fool of himself.

Although "technics to control the air" is a superior Taoist skill, Da Kuang is not new today. Nine years ago, a general who was more famous than General An passed on his skills to the world and performed the unique skill of "technicism to control the air" in public. Before long, he had no news. However, since then, Da Kuang's Taoist skills have entered the era of rapid improvement, but all advanced tigers and wolves have their unique unique skills, which are also "technics to control the air", which are different.

The tiger and wolf of the older generation, just like this General An, lives in seclusion in the East China Sea, fishing for wine all day long, and has long lost his self-motivation. Even if his reputation was very high nine years ago, he did not fight with others for nine years and stayed firm, as if he was out of touch with the current era of war. How strong can he be now?

Yan Xiaodao's eyes sparkled with extremely strong confidence, but as far as he could see, he saw the sword cyclone split down the man's back, but the man's figure suddenly changed, and he was divided into two identical people in the blink of an eye.

It is easy to avoid the sword cyclone, and the two photos are combined into one.

The green shirt is rolled up, with long hair up to the waist, and still walking towards the East China Sea.

Yan Xiaodao rubbed his eyes. Although he felt ridiculous, he was full of confidence.

Pressing the handle of the knife with his left hand, Yan Xiaodao pinched a knife print, shook his wrist, and shouted in a low voice: "Break!"

The long knife waved out again, and the previously empty battle knife cyclone condensed in mid-air, and it broke between the fingers, blooming out thousands of "blade blades", which was dense, like a storm sweeping the man by the east coast.

As soon as the second knife was used, Yan Xiaodao regretted it slightly.

Jun Shang only ordered him to invite Elder An to return to China, and did not let him fight. Originally, he only wanted the pretentious man to make a fool of himself, but he foolishly used a killing trick. In case Elder An had a good relationship, or was directly killed by him in the East Sea. Only with the relationship between Elder An and King Liu's Room, his future of Yan Xiaodao was estimated to come to an end.

Thinking like this in his heart, Yan Xiaodao's face was full of regret. At this time, he wanted to stop, but it was too late. He could only watch thousands of blade cyclones bombard the green shirt man from all directions.

The next moment, Yan Xiaodao opened his mouth in surprise.

When the nearly 2,000-handled blade cyclone was half a foot away from the green-shirted man, it was stagnant and suspended in mid-air, and the connection with it was also cut off.

A spray jumped out of the sea and flew down the palm of the green shirt man. There was no movement from him. The spray bounced high and smashed the void three feet above his head in Yan Xiaodao's surprised eyes.

The sound of "huh" wind comes from the void, and many distant and wonderful existences can be faintly seen between the flow of light and shadow.

Thousands of blade cyclones flew up again. Instead of rushing to the green-shirted people, they drilled into the void in a blink of an eye, and the void was closed.

The dreamlike scene disappeared in front of Yan Xiaodao. Yan Xiaodao's eyes were round, his mouth was wide open, and he was already speechless.

Until the green-shirted man raised his feet and was about to step into the sea, Yan Xiaodao suddenly came to his senses and suppressed his turbulent mood and hurriedly shouted, "Senior An! You... Have you broken through the realm of the divine master?"

Although Da Kuang's Tianpin strongman has quadrupled several times compared with nine years ago, the overall strength of the tigers and wolves has been raised by two steps, and the strong man who can surpass the realm of Tianpin has not yet appeared.

As the saying goes, there is a god who raises his head three feet to break the god's road. The easiest way to judge whether the divine master's realm can break the void.

Broken air is simple, but the void is different. Legend has it that after smashing the void, you can often see a completely different world on the other side. Some people say that it is hell, some people say it is the fairyland, and only the masters themselves know where it is. As early as more than ten years ago, Da Kuang's only few masters had broken the void and gone forever. How can they know the truth of the void from their mouths?

However, at present, there is a ready-made god, almost a legendary existence. The excitement and excitement in Yan Xiaodao's heart are more indescribable.

If he can get the guidance of the divine master, his cultivation and Taoist skills will definitely advance by leaps and bounds.

At this moment, Yan Xiaodao not only has no complaints about coming all the way to the East China Sea, but also is full of gratitude to his own king.

No wonder before leaving, Jun Shang pulled himself and said a lot, and there was a trace of envy in his words. It seems that Jun Shang has already guessed Elder An's current cultivation, and also has the intention of letting himself come to visit the teacher to ask, but he is confused and doesn't know whether it's good or wrong, and even offends Elder An.

"The divine master?"

At the east coast, An Bochen raised his head with an inexplicable smile in his voice.

Hearing the words, Yan Xiaodao's heart jumped wildly.

Listen to the tone of Elder An... Is he not just a god now?

Seeing that An Bochen shook his head, his forefoot had stepped on the Shanghai wave. Yan Xiaodao was so anxious that he inserted the knife to the ground and shouted loudly, "Elder An, please stay! Xiao Dao had been offended before, please forgive me... Xiaodao, please teach me!"

Without taking any more steps, An Bochen turned his head and looked at Yan Xiaodao, smiled and said, "Why, do you still want to fight?"

Feeling An Bochen's narrow eyes, Yan Xiaodao's face turned red, and his head shook like a rattle, but his heart was secretly relieved.

This senior An is approachable, not only not angry, but also joking with himself.

Thinking of what he had just done, Yan Xiaodao became more and more ashamed. The words that had come to his mouth went straight to the tip of his tongue and he couldn't say it for a long time.

"Your current Taoist skills and cultivation can also be regarded as first-class. After all, it is better to rely on yourself than to rely on others. You have explored your own way and stick to it. Why do you need to ask me?"

Looking at the face knife, An Bochen smiled and said.

Hearing the words, Yan Xiaodao was very excited. Although he had always been very confident in his knife skills, it was different to get the affirmation of a divine master.

Looking at An Bochen gratefully, Yan Xiaodao saluted respectfully: "But, Elder An..."

"Don't call your predecessors."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by An Bochen with a smile: "I'm just a few years older than you."

Yes, but it's just a few years older than me.

Yan Xiaodao was shocked, and he finally knew why he was so angry before.

The man by the sea is only more than twenty now, less than thirty, but when he was seventeen or eight years old, he became so famous and became one of the four dragon generals. And Yan Xiaodao himself, who is almost 20 years old now, has only won the name of a young and handsome man. When the world talks about him, he will always be awarded the title of young genius, but he doesn't know how fake this title is.

Yan Xiaodao often thinks that if he had been born seven or eight years earlier, what kind of name could he get in the era when he could worship a general and Dipin could be a lieutenant. Nine years ago, most of the popular generals of tigers and wolves had withdrawn from the stage and disappeared. However, they were always mentioned in the drama, singing all kinds of "amazing things" they did in the decadent era of Taoism.

Although it has only been nine years, the world has turned upside down and things have changed in the past nine years, but they still regard them as legends in the market. How can a young hero like Yan Xiaodao be willing?

Taking a deep breath, Yan Xiaodao stared at An Bochen and solemnly hugged his fist and said, "General An, Xiaodao has something to ask for!"

"Say it."

An Bochen sighed secretly, but he regretted being bored for a while. He came to take care of this rising star of Liu.

You can't ignore it. There are some things that can't be let go.

"Xiao Dao pleaded with General An to return to Liu Guo. If there are seniors here, I can have a great career in Liu.

Yan Xiaodao was magnificent and his voice was loud, but he was blushed by An Bochen's ridiculed eyes. He had to lower his head and honestly say, "What's more, with General An here, he can also wait for me to catch up with a target."

"I don't care about the world."

"You..." Yan Xiaodao began to be anxious again, but at this time, he did not dare to shout at An Bochen anymore. His chest fluctuated slightly. Yan Xiaodao stabilized his mind and gritted his teeth and said, "Now the world is in chaos. The princes and princes and generals should sit on their own. General An's cultivation is extremely high, his strength is unpredictable, and he is in his prime. Why don't he come out of the mountain again and assist the king to achieve the king's business? In this way, he lives up to the reputation of youth history!"

"I said that I don't care about the world."

Yan Xiaodao shouted hoarsely, and An Bochen on the other side still said his old tone with a smile, which made Yan Xiaodao angry.

"As the saying goes, there is more responsibility than strength!"

Yan Xiaodao completely forgot the identity of An Bochen's suspected divine master and raised his arms and shouted, "General An didn't go to the battlefield where the hero man threw his head and sprinkled his blood, but hid here for fishing!" Humph, it not only failed the general's great years, but also wasted the general's ability!"

Seeing that An Bochen was not angry or annoyed, he just looked at himself with a smile. Yan Xiaodao blushed a little and couldn't help lowering his voice: "Be more... I don't think the general is careless about the world, otherwise how could he listen to me so much here? General An, you're lying to me!"

The strong wind swings through the blue and turbulent sea, and the cool sea breeze blows through the green shirt and swings leisurely.

An Bochen looked at Yan Xiaodao funnyly. It was not until the young man had nothing to say that An Bochen said, "Is it over?"

Yan Xiaodao nodded helplessly, and his clenched fists gradually loosened. Thinking that he tried his best and could not convince General An, he was depressed.

"This is your battlefield, the five provinces, the land of the thirteen princes, the far west, the desert north, the southern wilderness and so on."

Just as Yan Xiaodao was desperate, An Bochen's inexplicable voice came to his ear.

"The whole Da Kuang is your battlefield. It's all your business to shed blood, prince hegemony, and history. As for us... That's our battlefield."

Suddenly looking up, Yan Xiaodao looked at the man standing on the east coast like a long gun, and then followed his eyes to the high and boundless sky.