Chapter 99 War Dragon

He is no stranger to An Bochen.

When he met Wuhua for the first time, he fought against Li Lin in the martial arts arena. Even Zhang Bushi, who had only known him for a long time, could feel the fighting spirit from him from time to time when Yu Mo Yunlou drank.

If it is an ordinary exciting method, An Bochen will not mind too much. Ten years of timidness and cowardice, to the rise of today, from the gorgeous martial arts arena to the hidden ink cloud tower. His temper has long been flattened, and he is much warmer than his peers. Even if he can't really do it, he can laugh at it most of the time.

But the mysterious teenager mentioned Simajin, which made An Bochen feel a little uncomfortable.

Looking sideways, Simajin's face gradually became solemn. She shook her head and motioned him not to be tricked. At first, Simajin didn't think so when she saw that the teenager was full of vitality, but as soon as the fighting spirit came out, Simajin was secretly surprised. The young man's cultivation is not high, but his fighting spirit has reached the level of killing thousands of people. He has killed thousands of people and got the fierceness. In addition to his vitality, his cultivation has been invisibly raised several times, which is by no match for today's An Bochen.

In addition, Simajin faintly sensed that there was still a strange power hidden in the teenager's body. Although it was not enough, it was extremely mysterious. If it was secretly sent out, Xiao Anzi would definitely be able to prevent it.

In the light, An Bochen suddenly smiled, and Simajin was stunned and sighed helplessly.

"Big black, gun, come on."

An Bochen turned his head to the big underworld. Dahei looked at Simajin and hesitated for a moment. Then he hissed and shook his head.

When he was young, the silver-white long gun slid out of the big black ear hole and fell into the hands of An Bochen.

Innocent in his hand, standing in this strange world. At dusk, An Bochen took a deep breath, held the gun with four fingers, and buckled it with his index finger. I don't know why, at this moment, a stream of blood rushed out of the bottom of my heart and rushed to the forehead through the meridians of the week.

Since the martial arts arena that day, An Bochen has never fought with others and occasionally practiced guns. However, after the dangerous battle, An Bochen always felt boring to practice guns alone.

To this day, he has been lured out of the long-lost fighting spirit by the young man in white. In Liujing, An Bochen had to pretend that he had lost all his cultivation and couldn't use knives and guns. After holding it for more than 20 days, he was finally able to vent. An Bochen only felt that the blood in his cavity was inch by inch high, and it was surging.

Sima Jin felt more and more strange. She knew that An Bochen was not the kind of person who was easily angry. At present, it was all because of the strange fighting spirit of the young man in white. He not only killed thousands of people, but also provoked An Bochen's fighting spirit, which was unprecedented.

However, if he fights, it will be the third time he has fought for me.

At the end of dusk, looking at the teenager who threw his usual shyness outside the sky, with an indifferent but extremely energetic face, Sima Jin's eyes floated with warmth, and his mind unconsciously drifted away.

Let him hold back for so long. Just fight. If you don't fight, I'm afraid it will rust innocently. At worst, I will secretly help you in the end.

Even if it has long been believed that An Bochen's life is great, but when he meets a mysterious teenager in the strange Xuande cave, Simajin is still not very optimistic about An Bochen. After all, he has only been practicing for a month. He is new to gun Taoism. As for Taoism... It can only summon a caterpillar-like fire dragon.

"Smart strategy is a pass, but I don't know how martial arts are... Gunfight is a real dragon. Let's see if you can survive three moves.

The man in black said to himself in a low voice, and a trace of loneliness appeared between his eyebrows.

The real dragon, soaring for nine days, playing the river and sea, is good at changing, can be big and small, and the big one is thousands of miles away. The clouds cover the sun, and the small ones curl up into mudworms, and the eyes are hard to see. The true dragon is the most carefree, calling for the wind and rain, and its magical power is vast. It is the ancestor god worshipped by the Ninth Five-Year Plan in the lower world. But as a real dragon, he was exiled. He dragged his family to the subtle Xuande Cave. Seeing that the Jindan monk had to hide his body, hiding in the deep pool and not seeing the sun.

Even so, the real dragon has the arrogance of the real dragon, and the vicissitudes of life will not be extinguished.

The dragon is hard to give birth. He has a son in his old age, and he naturally spoils him to the extreme. However, his only son has a hot temper and shouts for killing all day long. I don't know how much trouble he has caused. However, he has never deliberately suppressed it. Even the real dragon can't escape the torture of the years and become sophisticated. He is very relieved to see his son's spirit when he was young, but he is going to suffer the eastern teenager.

The man in the black robe smiled inexplicably and looked at An Bochen, who was fighting, with a calm face. He nodded slightly, but shook his head again.

"There is faith, courage and fighting spirit, but after all, gunmanship is too weak... The real dragon's best weapon is the gun.

Seeing An Bochen standing with a gun, the young man in white's eyes were strange and seemed to be smiling.

and the real dragon battle gun road, it's not Banmen's axe, what is it?

The sleeves of the robe were raised, and a dark black long gun was shaken in the palm of Ao Ba's hand. He saw the young man in a green shirt opposite suddenly holding his fist and holding a gun: "Some, An Bochen."

Ao Ba was stunned, and then there was a little interest in his eyes. He also learned from An Bochen's appearance and held a gun and said, "Some, Ao Ba."

"Ao Ba?"

Sima Jin looked thoughtful and muttered in a low voice.

The surname of the teenager in white is very rare, but it is common, but it was often seen in myths and legends... Ao...

The heartbeat accelerated, and Simajin's face was shocked. Looking around, he saw two small horns on the bun of the young man in white. It was difficult to detect from a distance. Only by looking closely can he find it. Taking a deep breath, Sima Jin set off a huge wave in his heart, one wave higher than another, ridiculous and real.

Is he a dragon? Xiao Anzi... Not good!

Sima Jin's expression changed sharply. Just as he wanted to open his mouth and shout, as his eyes could reach, the two teenagers rushed out with guns.

"Wang!"

The two took the first step, and their fighting spirit was fierce, which scared away the crows on the branches.

The strong wind swept over and rushed to An Bochen with a strong sense of war, like a mountain like an abyss. An Bochen was in it, like a lonely boat swaying in the wind and rain. If you don't pay attention, you will be overturned. But he also knew that if he retreated half a step, his will to fight would be broken in an instant, and then he would be reduced to a knife and had no power to fight back.

In the strong wind, the An Bochen people took advantage of the gun, like a straight line, turned into an arrow away from the string and followed the sharp tip of the gun.

There are still 15 steps left from Ao Ba. An Bochen's eyes were full of fire, and his footsteps suddenly accelerated. He clenched the handle of the gun, turned his fist slightly, shouted in a low voice, and stabbed out suddenly.

His gun was extremely fast. Unexpectedly, Aoba was faster. His long dark green hair was raised in the wind, his fingertips turned the handle of the gun, and the white light flashed. The next moment, the dark long gun was raised high by him. The gun was not like a gun, but like a long knife.

Seeing Ao Ba's empty door exposed, An Bochen felt strange. At this moment, something unexpected happened to him.

With the pick-up of the ink gun, the body of the young man in white also rose into the air. His body was straight with the gun, and his whole body seemed to fly up, stabbing from the air to An Bochen. His body fell behind the gun, his legs were raised back, and only the sharpshooter stabbed.

This move is extremely strange. An Bochen has never seen or heard of it, and it is not recorded in the book "Speaking Gun". The beauty of this is that a shot is in front of him, hiding Ao Ba's body behind the gun. The combination of man and gun is fierce. No matter how innocent he is, he can't touch Ao Ba's body, and he can only touch the ink gun.

The move is old. Even if there are dozens of changes in this gun, it can't touch Ao Ba. An Bochen stabbed his scalp diagonally. The previous ten-step gun can only use 30%.

After two shots, An Bochen only felt a huge force coming, and his body fell back uncontrollably.

Ao Ba's strength is much greater than that of An Bochen, and it is even more powerful to stab him from the sky with the power of combining people and guns. And An Bochen was caught off guard, and it was difficult to exert his strength. Compared with the two, he made a judgment.

Ao Ba stabbed An Bochen back more than ten steps, but he hesitated and did not take advantage of the victory to pursue.

"That's it?"

The young man in white frowned, stood with a gun, and looked at An Bochen with some disappointment.

Simajin's face was inddened, and the man in black in the forest smiled bitterly.

One person and one dragon, even if the cultivation is almost the same, naturally people are not defeated by the dragon. What's more, Ao Ba's cultivation is obviously half a chip higher than that of An Bochen, and the gunway is inherited from the ancestors. It is magical, which is beyond the reach of human marksmanship.

Ao Ba's mouth is unobstructed. Although this question is unintentional, it seems to be domineering and obedient.

The man in the forest looked at Ao Ba helplessly. Just as he was about to walk out, just then, An Bochen opened his mouth.

"Come again."

It was hard to stand firm. An Bochen stood with a gun and had no power to fight back in one move, but he was still calm, neither discouraged nor depressed.

Looking at An Bochen thoughtfully, the man in black stopped and an intriguing look appeared on his mouth.

Holding the gun with four fingers and holding it with his index finger, An Bochen rushed to Ao Ba again. This time, his footwork was not slow, moving forward at a uniform speed, gathered his arms, and was not in a hurry to shoot.

The second force of water and fire gushed out from the lower Dantian, running up along the second vein of Ren Du, but combined into one in the palm of the hand.

Water and fire are incompatible. Even if An Bochen fights with water and fire many times, it is all the fire first, and the invisible water is behind, but this time it is water and fire in parallel, regardless of each other.

Water and fire collided, twisted into a ball, turning into a spiral of huge force pouring into the innocent.

At this moment, Ao Ba also flew with a gun and plunged from top to bottom to An Bochen.

With a sudden twist of his waist, An Bochen rose up, and a red and white light flashed in his eyes. He was innocently stabbed out, and the spiral of water and fire rushed up and attached to the gun power.

The two shots were heavy. An Bochen stabbed out the power of his whole body, but he still couldn't beat Ao Ba's great power. Although his body did not move, his feet suddenly fell into the mud. However, the power of his whimful water and fire spiral also caught Ao Ba off guard. When the force hit the gun, Ao Ba's palm suddenly trembled, and the gun shifted, revealing a flaw.

An Bochen's eyes are fast and hands are fast, and he jumps up. The thorns and provocation actually have the upper hand in an instant. Each shot shows two completely different changes. The moves are stacked out, which makes Ao Ba retreat repeatedly.

The man in the dense forest grunted softly, with a strange face, and Simajin's face was full of joy.

Although the innocent Ao Ba lost power for a while, he did not panic. On the contrary, a trace of interest floated in his eyes.

After all, his vitality is much higher than that of An Bochen. The power of the real dragon is not comparable to that of mortals.

With a sudden cross gun, Ao Ba shouted in a low voice, blocking An Bochen's stab, and then the gun was like the wind, blocking the power of the water and fire spiral back.

An Bochen was about to exert his strength again, but at this time, Ao Ba raised his gun and swept it. The tip of the gun was faintly lit, and the air around him seemed to be ignited by the musket, and it became extremely hot in a blink of an eye.

Ao Ba stood with a gun and opened his mouth. Every time you take a breath, the firelight at the tip of the gun will be violent, and every time you breathe out, the surrounding air will be hot. After six breaths, the dark black long gun turned red. Every time it stirred, it could set off the ups and downs of the air. After nine breaths, Ao Ba suddenly raised the long gun, danced gently between the guns, and rolled up a sea of fire out of thin air.

The big fire ignited the field, there was a gun in the fire, there was a fire in the gun, the fire shadow was continuous, and the gun was like a tide.

An Bochen's expression changed sharply, and he retreated quickly. How dare he take this shot far beyond his imagination?

"Burning. Stop!"

The gunman chased An Bochen directly, and Ao Ba opened his mouth and vomited.

The musket rushed like a forest like a mountain. An Bochen also felt the heat wave that seemed to burn everything after more than ten steps. He was sweating profusely. Even if he racked his brains, he could not think of a way to solve it.

In front of the dense forest, the sea of fire spreads, and there is a great tendency to sweep the world.

The night wind drifted by, blowing away the last wisp of glow, the dusk dispersed, and rotated day and night.