Chapter 58 Thundercraft
"Amitabha, Lord Zhang, this time you have been blind."
Looking at Zhang Bushi with a frowned and a bitter face, Wuhua lowered the Buddha's horn and smiled. Then he said, "The advantage of the Lord Li Shi is that he is proficient in horse warfare, but it is a pity that all three charges have been incompetent. At present, the close combat is not much different from the step battle. The strength of the Lord is insufficient. The more brave the donor fights, the more brave he is. Compared with the two, the victory or defeat has been determined.
Zhang Bushi did not answer, and Wuhua was slightly surprised. He saw a trace of solemnity floating on the face of this Da Kuang Emperor's personal disciple, as if he was shrouded in dark clouds and spit out three words for a long time. Something is wrong."
The two teenagers outside the gate looked at it, the more strange they became, and the king on the east pavilion looked gloomy, and the hand holding the arm of the chair creaked.
The boy beside him didn't know what his father was thinking at all. Seeing that An Bochen had the upper hand, he couldn't help cheering and spread it into Liu Jun's ears, but made him look colder and colder, and a trace of disgust flashed in his eyes.
"Don't worry, Li Lin can't be defeated."
There was a soft laughter in his ear. Liu Jun raised his eyebrows and looked at the high pavilion beside him.
At the building railing, the elegant man stood with a smile and looked calm.
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Two horses walk in circles, silver guns and bronze mace. Most of them are attacked by An Bochen. Li Lin fights, and occasionally sneaks on them, but they are easily blocked by An Bochen.
It only has been a few days since he practiced the gun. According to reason, no matter how high An Bochen's qualifications are, he can't use it skillfully in actual combat in such a short time. But he has a fairy house, and he has only been practicing guns in the fairy house for a few days. However, because of the high mountains, flowing water, the sky and clouds are light, quiet people's heart, and the help of two gods, naturally, the result is twice the result with half the effort. I don't know how much higher than the efficiency of gun practice in reality. At the same time, he returned and brought back countless mysteries. The world's roads are connected. Although An Bochen only realized less than half of it, with the progress of the comparison, he shot again and again in actual combat. From time to time, he can capture a few mysterious and mysterious mysteries. Although he can't say it, he is innocent in his hand, but he doesn't need to say it himself.
The battle lasted for two hours, and the sun shifted and slid westward. The sun fell on the black brick and red soil of the martial arts arena, splashing the halo of charming eyes, the voices were boiling, cheering and cheering, and the people looked at the war on the scene excitedly.
An Bochen felt more and more comfortable in the war. People borrowed guns, and many indescribable mysteries were wrapped in the two spirits of water and fire, flowing into innocence. Innocently splitting, picking, sweeping and stabbing, sometimes like a poisonous dragon flying in the sky, sometimes like a tiger coming out of the cage, as if it had life, more and more agile. An Bochen can't say why those mysteries in his heart can only be expressed in innocence. After the initial astringency, he gradually became pure, and every thorn seemed to contain a wonderful rhythm, which was so comfortable that he just wanted to close his eyes and quietly experience every change of shooting.
Unconsciously, An Bochen's gunway began to climb up again. From the beginning of "people borrowing guns" a few days ago to yesterday's Xiaocheng, it is about to be close to Dacheng. "People borrow guns" is certainly the most basic meaning of shooting, but if you want to break through to Dacheng, you have to say that you have to practice for three or four years, but in just a few days, you will be stepped on two thresholds by An Bochen, and you will be integrated in a blink of an eye.
"I can't lose."
A slightly hoarse voice sounded. An Bochen raised his head and saw the man in front of him gasping for breath and saying expressionlessly.
"I am the eldest son of the Li family. I was born destined to lead the children of the Li family, dragons and tigers in the State of Liu, and even Da Kuang."
"And you are just a grassroots, insignificant servant. Why do you want to beat me?"
Hearing this, An Bochen was stunned.
Li Lin is obviously the end of the crossbow. He doesn't spend his strength on the double mace. At this time, it's just futile to say this to himself.
"So, I'm sorry."
The last sentence seemed to squeeze out from Li Lin's throat and tremble, as if he was suffering extremely great pain.
An Bochen was puzzled in his heart, and an ominous premonition came out.
Fight quickly, and change later.
An Bochen said in his heart, however, just as he was about to stab the long-prestained shot, he heard the teenager opposite him open his mouth and drink.
"Fain!"
As soon as the word came out, An Bochen felt an inexplicable breath rising from Li Lin, and his whole body seemed to be a little different.
The gun power has arrived, and it can't be delayed. An Bochen stabbed out with a shot, but saw Li Lin's mace open, and there was no sign of blocking.
It's not good!
An Bochen was shocked. All he wanted was to shoot down the double mazes and fight for an invincible draw. But now, Li Lin seems to have changed into a person, and he is no longer blocking it. An Bochen's shot out and went straight to Li Lin's chest. If he is pierced, I'm afraid that Li Lin will be seriously injured if he doesn't die.
If Li Lin dies, the consequences will certainly be unimaginable.
Taking a deep breath, An Bochen clenched his teeth and forcibly reversed the gun. The shot went straight out and turned at the end to avoid the key point of Li Lin's chest and stabbed his left shoulder.
Something unexpected happened to An Bochen. He innocently pierced Li Lin's left shoulder, but it seemed to hit the iron wall of the copper wall. After piercing the armor, he could not pierce half an inch.
An Bochen's expression changed slightly. Looking up, his heart was even more swaying.
A touch of purple appeared in Li Lin's eyes, like purple blood, flowing slowly. The next moment, Li Lin suddenly raised his head and looked up at the sky. Five notes of purple rose up and soared straight to the sky. The sky cloud pressed on An Bochen's head gradually dyed dark purple.
I don't know when the bronze mace was thrown to the ground by Li Lin and rode on the back of the horse. Li Lin pinched a strange seal with both hands. The five fingers of his left and right hands were in the palm of his hand, and even his nails were not exposed. His ten fingers bounced with an inexplicable rhythm.
My heart fluttered. The change of this moment caught An Bochen off guard. At this time, I didn't know what to do. I only felt that the uneasiness in the bottom of my heart was getting stronger and stronger.
"It's a secret! Xiao Anzi, run away!"
The girl's call came, with a trace of panic eagerness.
Mystery?
The first time he heard this strange word, An Bochen was hesitating and heard Li Lin spit out another note.
"Binger!"
Baizhang martial arts arena, ten thousand feet of Liujingtian, Zihua fell out, turned into a turbious torrent from the top of the head to the hundred acupuncture points into Li Lin's body. After a flash of finger, King Kong opened his eyes and Thor opened his eyes. Li Lin's original deep purple eyes became thicker and thicker, and there seemed to be a round of purple water rushing inside, which made people tremble.
An Bochen was forced to calm down, but Wu Guoma under him shook his head and tail uneasily, scratched his front hoof, and sneered repeatedly.
"Run fast!"
The shouting of the red girl became more and more anxious.
Before An Bochen turned his horse's head, Li Lin had jumped up. At this moment, his body was suspended in the air, with an extremely tremish atmosphere.
With the Zihua falling from the sky falling on the top of his head, Li Lin swept away his fatigue, his face was radiant, and his eyes flashed with gods. His whole body looked solemn, as if he were worshipped on the shrine.
Until this time, An Bochen finally clearly felt the irrespeakable waves around him, like the sky and the sea, and like a mountain waterfall. An Bochen was trapped in it, as small and helpless as insects and birds.
The blood in his heart suddenly burst open and rushed straight to the top of his head for a hundred times. Anbo tried his best to resist, and his whole body's bones creaked.
This change seems to be long, but it is only instantaneous. After a few moments, the situation in the martial arts arena suddenly changed. Most people have not yet recovered. Li Lin suddenly casts secret tricks and has the upper hand.
"Fight!"
Li Lin's eyes suddenly opened, and there was already a purple ocean inside, which was reckless and empty, and he couldn't see any emotion.
With the third spell, Li Lin raised his arms, his fingerprints bloomed, his ten fingers bounced away, and there was a thunder in the sky.
After another moment, the purple thunder and lightning hovered between Li Lin's fingers, like a purple dragon with open teeth and claws, and the people in the distance panicked.
The purple thunder flashed out, divided into five, and flew to An Bochen.
The two were very close. Zi Lei quickly cut through the air and ran to An Bochen in an instant.
At the critical moment, An Bochen couldn't think much about it. He roared and jumped up suddenly. He hugged and rolled to the ground innocently.
A miserable hiss came. As far as his eyes could, An Bochen's arm trembled slightly. He saw that the Wu Guoma, who had followed him for ten days, was hit by the purple thunder and hissed in pain. Five purple thunders crossed the horse's body, as if it were five sharp blades. The next moment, Wu Guoma was cut into six parts, and the flesh and blood of the bones flew high. After falling back to the ground, the flesh and blood were blurred.
Without the convulsions in his stomach, An Bochen gasped and looked at Li Lin in disbelief.
Just as he was distracted, five purple thunders leaped out of Li Lin's fingers.
An Bochen's heart tightened and quickly rolled aside, avoiding the five purple thunders. In the afterglow, the hole in the black smoke behind him was clearly visible.
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"It's really a secret skill."
In the teahouse, Zhang Bushi couldn't take his eyes off and stared at the Li family, who was constantly releasing purple thunder. An Bochen was exhausted. A strange color flashed in his eyes and muttered.
The monks of the State of Qin, who sat at the head of him, also looked solemn. For a long time, he lowered the Buddha's name and said quietly, "His secret art should be the most basic five thunder skills in the thunder art, but today's Da Kuang, in addition to the divine master, only those uncongenutives will... Although his five thunder skills have only been practiced for a round, it is not what the benefactor can defeat.
coincidentally, the two looked at each other and separated in an instant.
They are all the descendants of today's gods. Although it is not clear what happened when they came to Liu, they are tacit.
I thought it would take a long time to find the clue, but I didn't think that I would see the secret art in the martial arts arena today. Since the son of the Li family can know the secret art, there must be a master behind him. If it were not for such a hermit, he would be a new god.
Even if they find a clue, the two still frown.
The secret magician is not a secret, and few people can master it. It is different from Taoist skills and Taoism, but it is the strength of both. It is unpredictable and mysterious, and there is no need to read tedious spells, and there is no need to pinch out complex handprints. One spell and one seal can be displayed in a moment. It can be used not only in long-range warfare, but also in close combat. It is not too much to say that it has the power of gods and ghosts.
There are many kinds of secret arts, which are unparalleled, but few people can master them. Not only because of the unbearable price of ordinary people to practice secret art, but also because of the joint efforts of Da Kuang and the royal princes.
When the innate bottomless hole is highly cultivated, he can instantly develop Taoism, and the secret practitioner is equivalent to the acquired bottomless hole. If it becomes a climate, everyone will not lose anything to the god.
The world thinks that the royal princes search for secret Taoist charms to suppress practitioners who are good at Taoism. In fact, to deal with those practitioners, they only need to be a fast horse and a fierce general.
What the Taoist charm that suppresses the national line really needs to deal with is the secret skills of everyone who has the power of gods and ghosts.