Chapter 594 The First Battle of the School

The outside world is disturbed one after another, and the fingers of others are like raindrops coming down with the wind, falling into Anbo's heart, but it is as light as a feather.

Although An Bochen was bound by the prohibition in the school grounds, he was bound by the Taoism and cut off the connection with the source force, which is equivalent to a fairy with only physical strength. It can be another martial arts mystery of An Bochen, but it has become more and more spiritual because there is no competition. The martial arts created by An Bochen is another kind of mystery in itself, but it is also a technique of killing in the name of martial arts.

With ten fingers relaxed, An Bochen seemed to be plucking an invisible string, allowing the storm to pass through his fingertips. The position of his body did not change, but because he was integrated with the storm, every subtle action had been mixed into the fall of the raindrops. Therefore, in the eyes of Yuan 15, An Bochen was It's changing. His changes include his figure, his position, the rhythm of his walking, his momentum... In a word, Yuan Shi broke out his fighting spirit to the limit, and he could not catch An Bochen.

The more so, the more excited Yuan Shiwu is.

Needless to say, he already felt that An Bochen was fighting.

For more than two hundred years, including the battle with Lv Feng not long ago, An Bochen has not had such a strong desire to fight. It is not so much fighting as killing.

From the moment he stepped on the land of Tongtianzhai and entered the Yongzhen Tower, An Bochen has been trying to resist this feeling.

This feeling is also the symbol of Tongtianzhai Dounu Campus. There are only two words, which is strength.

The fighting slave campus is a place that is completely and completely respected with strength, and can't tolerate any conspiracy and tricks.

Standing on the edge of the hillside stream outside the school yard, facing the fighting spirit of Yuanwu, An Bochen took a long breath and his eyes became hot.

This is a place to survive by strength. An Bochen even suspects that even if his identity and Lv Fengqi are recognized, they will not care about the Hou-level fighting slaves, the king-level fighting slaves in the school, and even the only imperial-level Yuetian battle, the most mysterious school owner.

Since the pseudo-demon was suppressed, the five towers have become a town, and the school grounds have been built in the town. For thousands of years, I don't know how many bloody storms these five fighting schools have gone through. The will to fight is deeply buried under every inch of soil. How can those who are as keenly perceive like An Bochen?

Since this will to fight can infect An Bochen, it shows that there are or have been people who are far stronger than An Bochen in this slave fighting school. You should know that after the cultivation breaks through the real fairyland, the gap in strength can no longer be filled by the number. The number of fighting slaves in the school field alone cannot shake An Bochen's mood.

"Anshi..."

Li Xian looked at An Bochen's extremely huge back in a trance at this moment and whispered. Previously, An Bochen also told him that he was only allowed to win, not to lose, and only to escape and not to stay. However, at present, An Bochen is going to duel with the unknown Yuanwu. Li Xian always feels that Anshi has become a little different.

"If I defeat you, your belt and Hou-level identity will all belong to me?"

An Bochen raised his head, looked at Yuan Shiwu and asked.

Yuan Shiwu nodded and then shook his head: "If you win, you can take everything from me, including my life. But if you win, you only take the belt and don't take my life. Sooner or later, I will get back what I lost.

The sound of Yuan 15 is not loud, mixed with the sound of fine raindrops falling to the ground, and it seems to be intermittent. However, the unfathomable villagers, the survivors, and the king-level fighting slaves on the giant tower in the distance heard it one after another.

At first, they didn't think so, but the more they heard behind, the more they frowned.

"It's a failure, Jiang Fengyun, you don't seem to be as confident as you are." A king-level fighting slave said to Jiang Yunfeng with a smile.

"Xiao Yun, do you think you will be blind this time?" Another king-level slave also said.

Jiang Fengyun snorted softly and looked careless: "It is still unknown whether that man can defeat Yuan 15th. No matter who wins and who loses, this battle between fairy slaves and Hou-level slaves has satisfied the appetite of those adults, and Yongta campus is still the biggest winner."

It seemed that they were used to Jiang Fengyun's hard mouth. Several king-level slaves smiled at each other, and then turned their eyes back to An Bochen.

"Li Xian, come on."

He saw An Bochen raise his hand, took the wooden gun from Li Xian's hand, and rotated a gun flower, pointing to Yuanwu.

Yuan Shiqi split into the hillside through the air, and also grabbed a rolling wood. In a moment, he cut the wood into a knife, pressed down the blade, and diagonally turned to An Bochen's toes.

The noise from the dome gradually became lighter, and everyone had noticed the burst of fighting spirit between the two.

The wind and rain are getting heavy again.

The Yongta campus is clearly a closed building with a dome, which looks like a castle, but there are various weather such as rain, dark and sunny. The wind and sun are beautiful on the dome pavilion, and the wind is blowing on the Dounu Tower. Only the area where the fairy slaves are located is stormy, and even lightning and thunder.

The rain hit at the feet of An Bochen, and An Bochen stepped forward.

Li Xian clenched his teeth behind him, and a trace of uneasiness flashed in his heart.

After he set out from Xiliuhai, he has been instructed by An Bochen. He still remembers that An Bochen said that when two equal opponents fight, they often compete for momentum first. The so-called competition momentum is actually exploring each other's reality. Only when I am the enemy's reality can we fight.

If you meet your opponent, it will be difficult to compete in a short time.

If one side is weak, this side must be the first to take action.

Not long after the momentum competition between An Bochen and Yuan 15 began, An Bochen took the lead in attacking. Li Xian couldn't help but heart beat faster, and the pores of his whole body contracted, and he was so nervous that he could hardly breathe.

"Hahaha... It turned out to be just a futile appearance. Jiang Yunfeng pointed to An Bochen and laughed loudly, and breathed a sigh of relief secretly.

The royal slaves beside him shook their heads with a wry smile, and they didn't know what they were sighing.

Most of the lofty villagers and survivors on the dome pavilion showed a disappointed look, and some of them even covered their heads and were not interested in continuing to watch it. In their eyes, An Bochen's action has revealed that he is at least far inferior to Yuanwu in terms of skill. Yuanwu holds a wooden knife, like a mountain power, like a sea without abysss, and his momentum is natural and has no flaws. At this time, An Bochen shot to attack, and there was only one end, that is, he was defeated by the impeccable Yuan 15 knives.

"Boom!"

A thunder echoed in the outer area of the school yard. Under the purple thunder, An Bochen was still ten steps away from Yuan 15. These ten steps seemed particularly long, and the gun in his hand was also particularly straight, which surprised the onlookers.

This gun is so ordinary that people can't bear to look at it.

"How could this be..."

Li Xianqiang suppressed the tension in his heart and stubbornly stared at the war situation and An Bochen's shot.

After entering Tongtianzhai, Li Xian also knew that Tongtianzhai's fighting slaves were very strong, but he never thought that any fighting slaves would be strong enough to force Anshi to take the lead. You know, in Li Xian's mind, An Bochen has always been unparalleled.

Just when Li Xian was in a complicated mood and had mixed feelings, he heard a cold voice in his ear.

"Look carefully, I don't know how long it will take to see such a pure and exquisite shot next time."

Li Xian was shocked and trembled all over. He turned his head and looked at Lv Fengqi.

Lv Feng came back, and his face was a little pale, as if he had been seriously injured. Even so, when he turned around, his eyes were firmly attracted by An Bochen's gun, and a rare amazing look flashed in his eyes.

"This place is surrounded by repeated prohibitions, which separates all kinds of mysteries and source power that immortals can obtain, leaving only the power and skills of the immortal body. However, we can't help our newly created martial arts mystery. Lv Feng muttered to himself, as if explaining to Li Xian: "But An Bochen gave up the mystery of martial arts, from simple to complex, and then from complex to simple. It's not martial arts or Taoist skills. It's just a shot... He has made progress again.

Lv Fengqi's profound and obscure words can naturally not be understood by Li Xian, but he also heard the voice of Lv Fengqi's words - An Bochen's gun was very good, which made the unruly Lv Fengqi amazed him.

Excitement and excitement surged in his heart. Li Xian subconsciously clenched his fist and stared at An Bochen's spearhead for a moment. Suddenly, an idea flashed in his head.

Anshi's shot came out so slowly and rushed away. Will he be showing me...

Autumn night, high clouds, small courtyard.

Grip the finger, twist the gun, and step.

......

A long time ago, in the cold courtyard of the luxurious capital, the first memory of learning guns haunted An Bochen again after more than 200 years. At that time, An Bochen's idea was so pure that it was almost aimless.

Everything is like this. The more pure the thing is, the easier it is to lose, but it is the beginning of everything and has the power of "source".

The five fingers are clenched, the handle is rotated, and the waist is stepped, and the gun is like a snake coming out of the hole...

An Bochen stabbed out without any fakes. It was purely the stab that Duke Huo taught him when he first learned how to shoot.

Like the gun skills, the moral mystery contained in the gun is very different.

When he came to the Dou Nu school, An Bochen only felt the fanatical fighting spirit. Although the Dou Nu was the slave of the school, the purpose of their fighting was purely to the extreme - because of the dignity of men, they had to distinguish between the top and the bottom, because they had to distinguish the strength, so they had to fight.

That's all.

Although it is a little barbaric, I have to say that this is the first natural order of all things.

In the past, An Bochen thought twice about things and then walked, plotting and tricks. Although this is a kind of power, it is too feminine. Now encountering such a pure, primitive and masculine fighting will in the Dounu campus, An Bochen was suddenly attracted by it, infected by it, and the gunway was also improved.