Chapter 59 The Line of Life and Death
The sun is setting, the sky is getting late, and the fiery red glow falls from the sky, covering the sky over Liujing.
The martial arts arena was silent, everyone was silent, the people were stunned, and the minister of civil and martial arts looked complicated.
What is staged at this time is the story that only appears in those strange dramas.
The son of the Li family is suspended in the middle of the sky, like a god, his eyes are shining purple, and his hands are pinched.
Every fingerprint will rush out five purple thunders, like a stringed arrow, shooting straight at An Bochen.
An Bochen is a vulgar fetus. How dare he take it? He fled in a hurry and was in danger.
The people don't know what it is to say. They just think it is a smart Taoism, but the civil and military officials are well-informed. How can they not see what Li Lin has used? It is the secret art that has disappeared in the State of Liu for many years.
Finally, an elderly general couldn't help standing up and holding the boxing in the east.
"To the king, Emperor Kuang has an appointment, but all secret arts should not be used easily. It can only be used to kill demons and eliminate demons, as well as foreign war. Today's comparison..."
Liu Jun, who was looking energetic, frowned slightly, looked unhappy, and said in a low voice, "Fang Aiqing, this is my Liu country."
Decades ago, Liu Jun's words would have been regarded as disrespectful. However, over the years, Emperor Kuang Hui has been mediocre and incompetent, and several provinces directly under the royal family have complained a lot. The change of the State of Chen made the rest of the princes discouraged and gradually lost their previous respect. For example, the princes of the State of Qin and other great powers were secretly fierce, and their different intentions were known to passers-by. It is only because Kuang's uncle is still there that the princes of all sides dare not act rashly. However, the worries in the province alone make the royal family tired of dealing with it, and there is no energy to suppress the princes of all parties.
Hearing the words, the general surnamed Fang looked gloomy, but he held on, hugged his arms and arched his hand, and did not retreat.
"What General Fang said is very true, my lord, there must be a injury when the two tigers compete with each other. It's better to compare them as a draw. Besides, the secret art..."
Another veteran got up and said. This time, Liu Jun did not open his mouth, but the left prime minister on the southeast high pavilion.
Standing behind the cabinet column with his hands behind his back, he looked at the veteran with a smile on his left and nodded.
"You know that several adults cherish talents. But the comparison is a comparison. You are looking forward to the two handsome men to tell the winner. How can there be no reason to draw? Although the secret art is forbidden to be abused, several adults have thought that if there is a secret master in our army of the Kingdom of Liu, how many casualties can be avoided by the expedition to the southern wilderness in Japan? Several adults only focus on the so-called talents in front of them, not for the long-term. If they open their mouth to stop at present, it will affect Li Lin's confidence, and the road of practice will die in the future. How can the adults afford the loss to my Liu Kingdom?
Zuo Xiang said in no hurry. Although there was a suspicion of strong words and unreasonableness, every sentence hit the point and implied sarcasm, which made the two old generals blush.
For the State of Liu, the most damaging to the national strength is the 12-year expedition to the southern wilderness. Every time the soldiers are lost, it consumes money and food, and returns in vain. Zuo Xiangming sarcastically and said that the generals of Liu were incompetent. The two veterans wanted to defend, but they were speechless. They had to swallow their anger and return. Looking at An Bochen, a trace of helplessness and sympathy flashed in their eyes.
With thousands of miles of horses, the king does not hesitate to be talented.
If the State of Qin, which is placed in heavy martial arts, such as An Bochen, is a natural general, he will definitely be favored and cultivated with his heart. It would not be a pity to put him in danger like Liu Jun and let him die.
The old men on the pavilion looked at each other with a wry smile. The king's heart had been determined, and they did not dare to say more. They could only secretly hope that An Bochen could save their lives.
However, if you want to escape from the occultist, even if it is the simplest secret art, how easy is it?
An Bochen was tired of running, flashing left and right, and the danger was full of danger, but the dialogue in the pavilion fell into his ears word for word.
It turns out that this secret technique is strictly forbidden to be abused... It is said that it is a test technique. In the end, this powerful Lin can't help me, and he actually exerts a secret skill...
The nameless fire rises from the bottom of the heart and burns brightly.
An Bochen's face was expressionless, numb and dodged. Even if he was full of anger, he could not vent.
He knew that the State of Liu and even Da Kuang were of high-ranking, the family was high, and his civilian status was slight. But he used to follow Mr. Li, muddle-headed and didn't feel much. It was not until today's martial arts arena that he was enlightened and woke up like a dream.
It turns out that the children of low-level tenants like themselves are worthless at all. If they die, they will die. Those people in the attic will not blink. There are empty laws and regulations, which are only for those of humble origin, and there is no restraint on the children of such a family as Li Lin.
In the final analysis, there is no fairness in this test from beginning to end.
I'm proud that I can fight until now and force Li Lin to use his secret skills.
An Bochen thought so, his face was calm, but the flame in his eyes became more and more prosperous.
In the past, maybe he had already admitted defeat.
Be careful that the boulder in mind collapses and collapses. The blood that belongs to the young man is rolling. Once the unwillingness and resentment in his heart break out, An Bochen no longer wants to give up easily.
Innocent trembling, like crying.
Holding the long gun tightly, An Bochen stabilized his mind and dodged. He couldn't help aiming at Li Lin and looking for the flaw.
At this moment, a shout came.
"Xiao Anzi, his secret skill can only maintain three pillars of incense, and then support another column of incense and wait for his vitality to run out, and then he can fight back!"
After hesitating for a long time, Simajin couldn't help blurted out.
She shouldn't have been soft-hearted, and she shouldn't have told Li Lin's reality in public, but looking at the teenager who gritted his teeth and struggled under the thunder, Sima Jin only felt that a piece of ice had melted somewhere in his heart.
He is soft-hearted to him. Unconsciously, it seems to have become a habit. The most difficult thing to cure in the world is the habit that should not be formed.
The soft wind in the evening raised the girl's long cherry red hair, and her moving eyes rippled, confused, indifference, and a trace of inexplicable complexity.
Sima Jin's voice fell, and the literary ministers and generals sitting high in the pavilion, including Liu Jun, seemed that most of them knew the secret art, and even knew the equal division of the secret art. They more or less knew the limit of the three-pillar incense of a round of secret art, but they didn't expect to be told by a maidservant of Moyun Tower.
Such insight and eyesight are by no means available to ordinary people.
What Simajin was most worried about finally happened.
She escaped and came here alone. It was a big taboo. She broke the kettle and cut off the back road, just to fight the secrets of the immortal. Sima door valve is hidden in Wu, but her eyes are densely covered with the princes of the world. Although she dyes her hair and is easy to look, if she does not keep a low profile, she will be noticed by the door valve sooner or later.
Thinking of the consequences of being brought back to the door valve, Simajin shuddered.
After getting the immortal secret book, I have to leave Liu as soon as possible, maybe go to the desert north, or go far away to the southern wilderness. In short, I can't stay in Da Kuang anymore.
Simajin said in her heart, at this moment, she only felt a pain in her cheeks.
Looking up, Li Lin turned his head and stared at her coldly. With a threatening look in his eyes, he snorted coldly, "Looking for death."
Sima Jin frowned, and after a blink of an eye, his expression changed dramatically.
As far as the eye could see, a figure rushed from behind Li Lin, holding a silver gun, like thunder, stabbing Li Lin.
The sound of breaking the wind came to Li Lin's ears. Li Lin was not in a hurry, and even a sarcastic smile floated from the corners of his mouth.
"Oh no, I'm on the way."
Sima Jin is intelligent. How can she not see Li Lin looking back at her and deliberately revealing the empty door, but it is a trick to lure the enemy.
Although the five thunders are fast, An Bochen is dozens of steps apart, but he can also dodge it with a little surprise. Although he is embarrassed, he only has to stick to a column of incense. When Li Lin's vitality is exhausted, An Bochen still has the strength to defeat Li Lin with one breath.
The secret art is unparalleled, but there are many restrictions on a round of secret art. Li Lin seems to have the upper hand, but he can't help An Bochen. As time goes by bit, he is also more and more anxious.
If he can lure An Bochen to approach, not to mention close to him, as long as he sends out the five thunder skills with the momentum of thunder within ten steps, An Bochen can't dodge even if he is reincarnated as an immortal. The end is like the dead Wu horse.
The corners of his mouth were hanging with color. Li Lin turned around and looked at An Bochen fifteen steps away. A wave of purple tide rolled up again in his eyes. When An Bochen rushed into the distance of ten steps, he pinched the five thunder seals and spit out a spell.
"Fight!"
Five thunders are like purple snakes, jumping out of Li Lin's fingers and flying away to An Bochen.
Running with a gun, on the way, An Bochen had noticed Li Lin's trick. But the will to fight has been issued, and the momentum has been raised. If he stop, the momentum will be vented, and he will no longer be able to avoid the five thunder skills.
At present, An Bochen only had to lower his heart and cheer up. He rushed to stab Li Lin before the arrival of the five thunders and took him off the horse.
It's only ten steps away from Li Lin. It's just ten steps. It's just right there, but An Bochen can't take half a step.
The ferocious and terrible five thunderboles like purple snakes come first, and they are innocent in the middle.
The king's applause came from the pavilion. A moment later, deafening cheers came from all directions and fell into An Bochen's ears, turning into a sharp blade and piercing his heart.
An Bochen clenched his innocence, and the water and fire did not leave a half. All of them disappeared into his arms. His arms rushed like an innocent gun, trying to resist the attack of the five thunders.
Although the two forces of water and fire are mysterious, they are only cultivated by people, and the five thunders are led by Li Lin to the sky. The power of the world is ignorant and chaotic. Compared with the two, they judge themselves. Even if An Bochen tried his best to move forward bravely, he could not resist the fierce thunder.
The two forces of water and fire gradually flowed back like a tide, and the five thunders pushed each other inch by inch. In a blink of an eye, they were almost to the handle of the gun.
Gritting his teeth, An Bochen's face twitched and his arms trembled.
He knew that as long as the five thunders broke through the innocent gun and rushed into his body, and the water and fire collapsed and retreated, he would be destroyed by the five thunders like Wu Guoma, and the corpse was performed in the martial arts arena - I don't know if the whole body can be kept.
The loud cheers and cheers echoed in his ears, as if he was eager to die.
One person, one shot, the whole city is the enemy.
An Bochen raised his head and inadvertently looked at the long hair like cherry blossoms. Simajin looked at him inexplicably, with complicated eyes, guilt, self-reproach, regret, and a trace of unwillingness.
Even she thinks I will lose? Did she blame herself for the meeting that night...
I don't know why he was in a desperate situation, but An Bochen's expression became more and more calm.
On the surface, it was like this, but the unwillingness in his heart surged out again. His blood rushed straight to the heavenly spirit, and the innocent gun in his hand trembled and whined.
A quiet movement is just like the two trends of water and fire, which is also the combination of heaven and earth.
The sunset is sinking, the sunset is spreading, and the gold is like fire, spilling all over the teenager.
A haze leaked from the sky, and the moment of alternating day and night was not too early or too late. When the five thunderbolt was about to enter the palm of An Bochen's hand, it came quietly.