Chapter 61 The Unrivaled Sword

This last shot has not changed much, just like An Bochen's countless practices.

However, this shot fell into the eyes of everyone, but it caused an uproar in their hearts.

No one knows how An Bochen broke the powerful five thunderbolts. The soul of the earth returned in an instant, and even the handsome man in the southeast pavilion could not see it clearly.

But An Bochen pierced the night, swept the moonlight, and took the gun that was gone. Everyone could see it clearly.

Who is he who broke the most horrible secret in the world with a silver gun?

Zhang Bushi's face was full of sorrow, and the hand holding the tea cup suddenly tightened.

The indifference on Wuhua's little monk's face was like a broken moonlight. He looked at An Bochen in a sentrance and said nothing for a long time.

The old generals sitting in the four pavilions rose up coincidentally. The king's thoughts had already been thrown out of the sky by them. They stared at An Bochen. First, they looked in a trance. Gradually, there was a strange light in their eyes, as if they had won the most precious treasure.

The generals may be able to rely on Taoist skills to defeat the secret art. Throughout the ages, such things have also happened. For example, after becoming famous, the Duke of Huo had the record of the secret art of knife cutting. It was also because of that battle that the Huo's knife skills became famous and appeared on the list of stunts. But it is just a war that exists between heavenly practitioners. The higher the cultivation, the stronger the fire, the more you can feel the mystery of heaven and earth, break through the shackles of ordinary moves, and achieve infinite mysteries. Compared with Taoist skills and Taoist methods, the secret art is innately dominant. Therefore, in the flow of earth products below the heavenly grade, the secret art can be called invincible, not to mention the realm of fire.

An Bochen's gun broke common sense and was inconceivable. If it spread out, it would be enough to make him famous all over the world.

Just when the spectators were shocked one after another, An Bochen was shot, like thunder, and the gun was like a poisonous dragon, straight to take the Dantian in Li Lin's chest.

The moonlight reflected his face coldly. Only Li Lin, who was close at hand, could find that there was a wave of blood in the depths of An Bochen's eyes.

In a blink of an eye, the waves fluctuated and the blood tide overflowed.

Fourteen years of unwillingness and resentment were vented, and all of them fell into the gun of An Bochen. One shot came out, and there was no room for maneuver.

The identity of the teenager in front of him, his own identity, and the original plan of this game were all thrown away by An Bochen. At this moment, An Bochen was unintentioned. Although he stabbed with anger, his heart was extremely pure, and his body and gun strength were more and more flexible, with a rhyme.

He was stabbed with a shot and stabbed into Li Lin's chest without hindrance.

Blood splashed into the night. The king in the east pavilion suddenly stood up, clenched his fists, and looked at the green-shirted teenager in disbelief. I saw the young man turn his wrists, pick up a gun, and drop the eldest son of the Li family off the horse without any cleverness. Then he put the gun on his back, turned around, raised his head, and looked at himself calmly.

For half of his life, Li Yu has never seen such calm eyes. In the State of Liu, no matter who sees him, he can't be so calm. Those high-level literary ministers will not, and the elegant generals will not. Just because he is the king of the State of Liu, as soon as the golden mouth is opened, the fate of countless people will change.

But the little servant's eyes were so flat that there was no enthusiasm after winning, and there was no rush to ask for credit.

Before Liu Jun came to his senses, An Bochen had lowered his head and quietly looked at the blood-stained innocence at his feet. He didn't know what he was thinking.

The overwhelming cheers sounded, and the people did not care about the king. All they knew was that the battle from noon to the night was finally over. No matter what the process was, the winner was the king and the loser was the bandit. The little servant from Moyun Tower was naturally the hero tonight. Li Xiaoguan and the three of them were the most excited. They shouted crazily and hurriedly boasted to the people around them about how iron they were...

The sound of cheers and applause lingered in his ears and never penetrated into his auricle. An Bochen stood in the east, bowed his head and looked at it from afar, as if a javelin stood upright. Although it was beautiful, several people could know the loneliness and tiredness after the scenery.

Perhaps only stumbling, Simajin can see a little along the way.

The night wind raised the girl's long hair. Liujing night, cherry blossoms, quietly looking at An Bochen, Sima Jin gently squeezed her red lips, looking complicated.

"Now I regret it, it's too late."

Xiao Hou's sigh came from his ears. Simajin was slightly surprised, but he didn't expect to stay in the carriage. Xiao Hou could even guess what he was thinking at this time.

Once upon a time, she just wanted to get the fairy secrets from An Bochen. That night's little servant was ignorant, simple and stupid, so naive that it was difficult for her to kill. Unexpectedly, in just ten days, in the blink of an eye, the little servant changed his body, severely damaged the son of the family, held a gun against the king, and became a hero in the eyes of the people of Liujing. Although fate is difficult to figure out, there is no way to make fun of people, life, old age, illness and death. In the eyes of others, how lucky An Bochen is today, but in Sima Jin's heart, An Bochen should not have been like this. He should have been simple, rather than bear the pressure that no one knows. He stood alone in the center of the martial arts arena and fell deeper and deeper in the whirlpool of Liujing.

In the final analysis, it's all because of my own strong man that night.

Simajin thought about it and was inexplicable. She also knew that she shouldn't think about this and shouldn't have meaningless sympathy, but Simajin was a little soft-hearted at the thought of the teenager who gradually fell in love with cold jokes and would be shy after saying it, but still enjoyed it.

"Do you know the sword tire?"

The old man's voice sounded, and Simajin hesitated for a moment and did not turn back.

"People are like sword tires. When they are first released, there are good and bad, and the good ones are naturally cared for in every way. Even if they can't be a famous sword, they can be hung high and tied up in the pavilion. And the bad sword fetus is either abandoned in the wilderness or destroyed by ordinary soldiers. Maybe some people spend a lot of effort to refine them into famous swords, but it is difficult and difficult. Few people can do it.

Indeed, in Da Kuang, the origin almost determines everything.

Listening to Xiao Hou's metaphor, Sima Yu nodded secretly, but he didn't know what Xiao Hou meant.

"There is a first-class sword tire, which does not belong to the above two."

Hearing the words, Simajin's heart rose into an inexplicable mood, and he listened to Xiao Hou continue.

"That kind of sword tire, no matter how good or bad it is, no matter how long it is buried in the dust, there will be a day when the dust will come out. Just because it is a natural and famous sword.

His body trembled slightly, and Sima Jin looked at the silent teenager. For a long time, his clenched fist gradually loosened.

......

His eyes turned to An Bochen. After a long time, Liu Jun's face gradually became gloomy, and the cold light flashed in his eyes.

"Congratulations, this son is not chaotic in the face of danger, young and heroic, and will be magnificent in the future."

Seeing that Liu Jun's face was unhappy, the old general surnamed Fang hesitated for a moment, took a step forward, hugged his fist and congratulated him.

"Your wise eyes know the talents, and we will have another fierce general in the country in the future, which depends on your wisdom today."

Another veteran walked to attend the case, with a happy face and a boxing.

Not long after, several veterans walked out happily, pretending not to know Liu Jun's intention, and echoed.

If it hadn't been for Li Lin, who was defeated with secret skills with an innocent shot, these veterans would not have disobeyed. On the surface, he said congratulations, but secretly he was persuading Liu Jun to open up. The old generals had a vicious eye. How could they not see the anger that Liu Jun was holding back?

The Duke of Huo is dead, and there is no general in the country, but there can't be no general. Most of the old generals present are neither the left nor the right. It is the neutral force in the country that Liujun needs to be encircled.

Looking deeply at An Bochen, Liu Jun snorted coldly and was about to leave.

"Please stay."

A clear voice came from the right side of the martial arts arena, with a faint smile.

An Bochen raised his head and looked around. He saw Simajin with his hands behind him and looked at him.

It's finally time to wait for this moment.

An Bochen took a deep breath, and his mood was inexplicable, a little reluctant and a little lost.

Although she couldn't win an invincible draw as planned earlier, since she won, she deserved to be rewarded by Liu Jun. Sima Jin asked for Jiu Chenjun from the mouth of the prince. For her, it was also a great success.

However, the day of success is the time of parting.

"It's Mr. Li..."

"I heard that Mr. Li has been ill for a few days. It's hard to go out today. It's just to watch the battle of other people."

......

It was not until this time that the people remembered that there was a figure that could not be ignored in today's martial arts arena, but because An Bochen was too popular, he actually covered his son.

Everyone looked curiously at the carriage behind Simajin, but Li Xiaoguan's face was pale and his face kept twitching. That night, Mr. Li's head was cut off in front of him. I still remember it vividly, but listening to the familiar voice, it is clear that the prince is undoubtedly.

A strong fear rose from Li Xiaoguan's heart, and his mind was in chaos. He couldn't help trembling. Afu and Pingzi, who were beside him, were confused.

As soon as his footsteps condensed, Liu Jun turned his head and looked down at the carriage carrying Mr. Li. It took a long time before he asked.

"What else?"

"Grassman remembers that the king's decree of the king wrote that the winner can ask the king for a reward."

"Boldly leave the prince..."

Liuchen's scolding came from the attic next to him. Before he finished speaking, he was stopped by Liujun.

"I have made a promise. Since I made a promise, I should keep it."

With that, Liu Jun turned to An Bochen, his eyes flashed and muttered.

"What do you want?"

When the words fell, everyone's eyes focused on An Bochen, waiting for him to ask for reward.

Withdrawing his eyes on Simajin, An Bochen bowed to Liu Jun with a gun and said respectfully.

"The people like to watch the play. Today, they are lucky to win. They don't ask for anything else, but for the puppet that the prince gave to Yinghong girl in the past."

The young man's calm voice came out, and Liu Jun was slightly surprised, and then he was silent.

Inside and outside the martial arts arena, both the ordinary people and the princes and ministers were surprised. They thought that An Bochen was either looking for officials or money. No one expected that he had worked so hard to win this competition, and all he wanted was a puppet.

"It turned out to be a puppet..."

But there was a person who showed deep thought. In an instant, a strong joy gushed out of his eyes.

"What's the matter, Xin'er?"

"Xin'er is fine... It's just a little surprised."

On the high pavilion in the west, the charming woman standing behind Lizhu said calmly, clenching her fists.