Chapter 56 Innocent Out

"I can't believe I can't fight."

In a teahouse outside the door, two young people with blue noses and swollen faces were drinking tea. They didn't look at each other from beginning to end.

"The horse warrior has legs between the horse's abdomen, and his waist is straight and soft. He holds weapons in both hands. With the help of the horse's strength, he can do it overnight."

Looking at An Bochen, who was holding the reins with one hand and the long gun in the other, Zhang Bushi said with a blank face.

"Is this the young talent of Liujing in the mouth of Master Wuhua?"

Hearing that Zhang Bushi still called himself "flowerless", the little monk of the State of Qin suppressed his anger, whispered the Buddha's name, and said quietly.

"Although Master Zhang is proficient in horse warfare, there are countless strange people in the world, and his Taoist skills are also various. How does the donor know that the donor does not have his own method of horse warfare?"

"What a tough-mouthed monk has to be unreasonable. Since Master Wuhua doesn't believe it, just watch it.

Hearing this, Wuhua didn't say anything more. He turned his eyes to the martial arts arena and looked at it quietly.

I passed through Moyun Tower yesterday and met that shot by chance. Admittedly, the vitality contained in that shot was not deep. There was only the momentum of fire, but the mystery inside surprised him and stopped to confront him. Buddhism pursues the boundest of the state of mind, the wisdom of meditation, and the state of mind to promote cultivation. It is not full of flowers to see the heart and the heart is happy. Naturally, it is particularly dedicated to An Bochen.

I thought that in today's battle, the young man in Moyun Tower was sure to win, but he didn't know how to fight.

With a sigh, Wuhua shook his head.

Although he was unreasonable with Zhang Bushi, he knew very well that An Bochen really didn't know how to fight.

If you don't know horse war and horse war, unless your cultivation is much higher, there will only be one end, that is, a miserious defeat without suspense.

An Bochen rushed out as soon as he rode. It was not only these two foreigners, but also the kings and ministers of the State of Liu on the side of the martial arts arena. Those who had a little insight among the people knew it - Mo Yunlou An Bochen did not know how to fight.

No wonder I have been hesitating before.

The people said secretly in their hearts, looking at the two riders who were about to meet, with a complicated look.

There were only three horse bodies away from Li Lin. An Bochen's face was cold, his four fingers were tightly wrapped, his index finger supported him, his right fist turned slightly, and he shouted a long voice. With the help of the horse, he suddenly leaned over and stabbed out.

One inch long and one inch strong, the two generals fight. The advantage of the gun lies in its length. As soon as the opponent's weapon is fired, the long gun has rushed to the door.

Although sitting on horseback, An Bochen is still like countless hard exercises before. The long gun crossed a straight arc and stabbed out heavily. As soon as the gun side took action, there were two changes, like left and right, superimposed layer by layer. From a distance, it looks like two gun shadows, and it is difficult to distinguish between true and false.

Liu Jun's face on the high pavilion in the east was solemn, but he didn't expect that An Bochen's attainments in the gunwalk were much higher than he thought. In the afterglow, he saw the boy beside him staring attentively, and his face was full of joy, and he was only about to shout out.

He frowned, and a trace of displeasure flashed in Liu Jun's eyes and looked at the martial arts arena again.

Although An Bochen's gun came quickly and changed rapidly, it became more and more and more unpredictable in the end, but Li Lin was already prepared. He has lost twice, which is a great shame for him. How can he lose for the third time?

These days, Li Lin has been practicing hard behind closed doors. He invited several gunmen to accompany him to practice. He also knows all kinds of changes in marksmanship, and he knows how to use the enemy's gun as a backer.

The silver gun pierced the dust in the sun and stabbed Li Lin's face with water and fire.

It was not until the silver gun was three or four feet away from him that Li Lin took action.

Two copper maces are like tigers crossing the stream, "Wow" smashed, and the tip of the gun is like a snake.

An Bochen was not in a hurry, and the fire took advantage of the water and poured into his arms. Although this gun is old, because of the follow-up power, it is not afraid of Li Lin's copper mace. At the moment when the double mace is about to close, it suddenly twisted, as if the long dragon shook its head and hit the double mace.

After one move, the two seemed to be comparable, but after all, Li Lin was well twined in the authentic horse fighting method. His legs were tightly clamped to the horse's abdomen, and with the help of the horse's waist, he used the two mace on the horse's back effortlessly. An Bochen pulled the reins in one hand and held the gun in the other. Although with the help of water and fire, his strength was still scattered a lot. With the exquisite shooting method, he defeated Li Lin, but the tiger's mouth was faintly numb, and the whole right arm became sore and swollen.

In the first charge, Li Lin took advantage of it. In an instant, the two passed by mistake.

Gritting his teeth, An Bochen ran to the opposite side, trying to borrow the horse's kung fu to take a breath. At this moment, Yu Guang inadvertently fell to the crowd not far away, and saw the people looking behind him with their faces wide open. His heart tightened, and an inexplicable alertness came out. At this moment, An Bochen only felt that his back was cold.

At this time, it was too late to look back. An Bochen subconsciously crawled under his body, his arms exerted strength, and naturally swept the gun on his back. The silver-gray gun shadow passed through the martial arts arena, like a water curtain, which could block Li Lin's move.

The uproar sounded from all directions, and even the literature and martial arts of Liuguo on the high pavilion around him whispered and talked about it.

The Li family's 18-way mace is famous in Liujing, and the most vicious of them is this killer. In the early years, the Li family's master followed the Liu army on an expedition to the southern wilderness, and his achievements were not bad. When the two armies fought against each other, every time they used this killer mace, it would damage the life of a general of the enemy army, and there was also a place on the Da Kuangqiqi list.

Li Lin just let go for five or six minutes. When An Bochen was unprepared, he suddenly took action. The timing was right, like a tiger rushing to eat, extremely fast, breaking the wind and silent, unexpected.

Even so, it was still calmly resolved by An Bochen. A shot swept out of the ribs and hit the bronze mave to the ground, as if he had eyes behind his back.

This combination of matches can be said to be a series of strange moves, thrilling and exciting. The onlookers shouted happily and cheered. Only the king in the east stand was silent, tapping his fingers on the arm of the chair, and his face sank into the water. He didn't know what he was thinking.

An Bochen rode away with a calm face. If you look carefully, you can find that his forehead is full of sweat.

Although he turned the danger into avert and blocked the trick, An Bochen was slightly better than half a move on the surface, but he himself had a saying of suffering. Just then, the mace hit the long gun, and the strange force actually broke through the innocence. **, hit his vest fiercely. If it hadn't subconsciously clamped his legs and straightened his waist, even if he could block the bronze mace, he would have been defeated.

His right arm was sore, and the silver gun in his hand became heavy again. An Bochen turned the horse's head and looked at Li Lin fifty steps away. He saw his legs clamped between the horse's abdomen and his toes gently control the mount. His waist was tight and his body leaned slightly forward, but he was silently accumulating.

Thinking for a moment, An Bochen held the gun in his chest with his hands, his legs tightly clamped the horse's abdomen, his toes gently, tightened his waist, and actually learned Li Lin's immediate posture.

Naturally, the people who are dedicated to watching the bustle will not notice this change, but there are many generals who have led the army in the war. Seeing that An Bochen actually understood the method of horse war in the fierce battle, they couldn't help but light up and showed praise.

You should know that the previous charge for the first time was just a test, and Li Lin did not exert all his strength. Even so, he gave An Bochen a downfall and almost knocked him off the horse with a move.

If An Bochen continues to go on like this, he will grab the reins in one hand, hold the gun in the other, and ride the horse loosely. If he can't use horsepower, he will definitely be shot down by Li Lin.

But the method of horse fighting can't be learned overnight by imitation alone.

At Yuanmen, the commander of the tall Yulin army looked at An Bochen thoughtfully, subconsciously groped for the dark-colored charm at his waist, lowered his head, and looked at it silently. The sound of horses' hoofs came from the front, and An Bochen looked up. This combination was Li Lin who took the lead.

With a sudden kick in the horse's abdomen, Wu Guoma was in pain. He raised his front neck and hissed. In a blink of an eye, he carried An Bochen and rushed to Li Lin.

An Bochen held the handle of the gun in both hands, and the invisible water rushed out of the door cave. The innate fire ignited from the Shenque cave, and the water and fire worked together to flow through the Zhoutian meridians and diffused into his right arm.

In just 20 steps, he blinked by, holding a gun in his right hand and holding it with his left hand. An Bochen shouted in a low voice. The gun was like a dragon running to the gorge, stabbed straight out and pounding the Dantian in Li Lin's chest. Li Lin suddenly shrank down and circled from the horse's abdomen to avoid An Bochen's shot. His right mace swept the tip of the gun, and his left mace drew an arc and hit An Bochen's waist and abdomen from the oblique thorn.

Although An Bochen could use seven or eight points of the power of the gun in both hands, he would not use the horse to be hit by Li Lin's right mace. The tiger's mouth was suddenly numb, and even his whole body turned backwards and almost fell off the horse.

The scream came from outside the martial arts arena. Everyone stared nervously at Li Lin's left mace that hit An Bochen's waist and abdomen, and did not dare to breathe.

The danger was born again. An Bochen's shot was eaten to death by Li Lin's right hand, and it was difficult to save him. Seeing that the mace of his left hand was about to hit his waist and abdomen, An Bochen was in a hurry and fought for the danger of being shot down by the horse. He let go of his left hand and held a gun in one hand. The tail of the gun seemed to be a spiritual snake coming out of the hole. With the power of the right mace hit the gun, he tilted and tilted.

"Dang!"

The tip of the gun fell down, but the tail of the gun suddenly picked up, hit Li Lin's left hand mace, and then a semi-circular gun flower danced out to block Li Lin's next two mace.

There were dangers, and An Bochen was sweating coldly behind his back, and the sound of cheerful shouting was endless.

It was a combination again. The two still tied, and neither of them took too much advantage.

When the wrong horse passed by, Li Lin frowned, but did not find the cold light flashing in An Bochen's eyes.

Just when everyone thought that the third charge was about to be carried out, the mutiny was sudden.

This change belongs to An Bochen.

To everyone's surprise, the two horses had just staggered half of the horse's body. The teenager with a long gun did not run out, but suddenly tightened the reins and looked back with a gun in his right arm, like a long rainbow holding the moon, stabbing Li Lin.

"back horse gun!"

Simajin's heart suddenly jumped and looked at the cloak hunting and dancing. An Bochen, who turned back and stabbed coldly, even if she was indifferent, she couldn't stop looking surprised.

Among the shooting skills, the most difficult thing to practice is the horse gun, which requires not only superb equestrian and flexible shooting skills, but also excellent eye-catching fighters. Usually, when practicing alone, most gunway masters can easily use it, but when placed on the battlefield, it is a dangerous fight to win. If you win, you will be fine. If you don't win, you will expose the empty door to your opponent. The end can be imagined.

Few people can use this gun when fighting generals, and there are fewer people who dare to use this gun, but in today's martial arts arena, it was used by An Bochen, who has only been learning the gun for five or six days.

These are nothing, but what surprised Simajin most was that he had never seen An Bochen practice this move before.

"A prince and a uncle, there will be light dust in the future... He is talented and intelligent, and he is not surprised, but he does not live up to the criticism of Mr. Li's poem. His shot was a parody of Li Lin.

An inexplicable sigh came from the carriage, and Sima Jin was stunned. For a long time, a faint smile appeared on his face.