Chapter 173 Two Moves

(Second update, please collect)

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The moon is as beautiful as water, flowing from the sky to the rosefinch street.

Although the business of Yiyun Inn is slightly better than in previous years, it is not much better. Although it is noisy outside, most of the guests come from Sanjiao and Jiuliu. It has been satisfied to sleep in a stable place. Who will run out in the middle of the middle of the night to make trouble in the capital.

Outside the inn, the young man pinched the Taoist charm with his face full of vigilance, and heard the playful sound from the opposite side.

"So, I'll give you two tricks."

An Bochen smiled and said that it was he who was big. On the contrary, in the face of unpredictable strength, An Bochen was not very sure. That's why he was not in a hurry. He said two tricks to set off his identity as an "nocent scholar" and to take the opportunity to explore some cold methods.

Feng Xiao is not angry. In the face of such a master as an innocent resident, if he can make two more moves, there may be a one-thousandth chance to gain the upper hand. Although it is slim, he has to compete with his life for the glory of Changmen.

"Look at the symbol!"

Feng Xiao coldly pinched the seal with his hand, walked seven-star steps with his feet, shouted in a low voice, and sacrificed a Taoist talisman to the direction of An Bochen's sound.

The talisman flew to the air and suddenly changed into a three-headed tiger, eight feet tall and three feet high, roaring and pounced on An Bochen.

The wind is cold and the middle-aged people beside him can't see An Bochen, but the Taoist charm has its own spirituality. After turning into a demon tiger, they have captured An Bochen. At that moment, they swept their claws and surrounded An Bochen on the spot.

Turning into running water, An Bochen turned around and moved, avoiding the three demon tigers, and his heart was miserable.

Although it is invisible water, the three-headed demon tiger has nothing to do with An Bochen, but if it is delayed for a long time, how can the wind and coldness and the middle-aged people who hide aside to wait for the opportunity to notice the abnormality?

An Bochen's heart was clear, swimming like water, and gradually turned into a human shape. He pinched the big sad seal in his hand and spit out the truth: "Come!"

The high wind surged on the night sky, and Orr poured down and blended into the body made of Anbo dust and water. It was as soft as water, and there was a trace of erratic and unpredictable. The three tigers tried their best and were fooled by An Bochen, and they were extremely aggrieved.

The water sleeves were brushed open, and An Bochen stepped out the three tigers, pinched the diamond seal in his hand, and then spit out the truth: "Son!"

The wind swept in all directions and rushed into An Bochen's sleeves. Looking back, An Bochen faced the three tigers who were eager to try, pinched the fearless mark, and shouted coldly: "Fight!"

The wind rose from the sleeves of the robe, circled in mid-air, and hit the three tigers overwhelmingly.

The wind is invisible, the force is difficult to distinguish, and the strong wind sweeps. The three tigers were suddenly blown out and turned into a Taoist charm in mid-air and landed.

An Bochen was a little relieved. The teenager opposite didn't seem to want to give An Bochen a chance to breathe. He didn't stay for a moment and took action again.

This time, he didn't sacrifice the charm again. The Taoist charm is worth a lot of money. Even if he is a master of the long gate, he can't afford it.

As early as when An Bochen was entangled by the three tigers, he began to recite spells silently, pointing shadows, and constantly pinching out complex fingerprints. When An Bochen got rid of the three tigers, the fingerprints had become, and Feng Xiao walked coldly with seven stars, staring at the place where the three tigers fought, and there was a trace of dust on his body.

"It's as urgent as the law, and the city is full of grass!"

The spell was spit out, and the wind raised his arms coldly, and his belt fluttered. He saw a tender bud coming out of the soles of his feet. In a blink of an eye, the long rosefinch street grew, and soon turned into countless thorny vines, and burst into An Bochen.

The prosperous capital market turned into a poor mountain and evil water in a wild place in a blink of an eye. Although An Bochen turned into invisible water, the vines and thorns were dense. As soon as An Bochen moved, he was turned into a cage by the grass and could not escape.

An Bochen's heart was slightly stunned. He looked at the shrinking vines and thorns. The water flashed in his eyes. He suddenly gritted his teeth, and the tearing pain spread all over his body. The invisible long water suddenly splashed, turning into fine beads of water, drilled out of the pore-sized gap between the grass, and quietly walking aside. The Evian Inn gathers the growth water and climbs up.

It has never been able to break through to the ground product, and his cultivation has stagnated. In addition to practicing guns, An Bochen repeatedly thought about the magic skills he had. Although the secret art has opened the undersea wheel and the umbilical wheel, it can only be filled with one round. Only when it breaks through the ground fire can you practice the umbilical wheel upward. In desperation, An Bochen had to study the truth and fingerprints. There is no progress in the truth. On the contrary, An Bochen has mastered more than a dozen fingerprints, each of which can be used separately in the three-character truth, but there is a subtle difference in utility. In addition to the truth, An Bochen also has the art of hiding shape of water and fire. He thought about it day and night. Although he could not go further, he also studied these two physical methods thoroughly. For example, the method of scattering water as a pearl is enough to be called a god. It is not recorded in "Ghost Skills", but it was excavated for An Bochen himself.

Looking around, there were hundreds of grasses, which had wrapped the previous place where the innocent resident was tightly and impenetrable. The wind was cold and happy, and a burst of harsh laughter came from the top of his head.

"Little generation, have you ever played enough?"

Feng Xiao's cold body trembled, subconsciously stepped back two steps, opened his mouth, but did not make any sound.

Seeing that Feng Xiao lost his soul and had no fighting spirit, An Bochen was happy in his heart. Although it makes him two dangerous and dangerous, if he succeeds in surviving two moves, it will definitely make Feng Xiao Leng feel afraid and lose confidence, and the general trend will turn to An Bochen's side.

It seems that what this long-term disciple is good at is Taoism. That's all. He can be defeated as long as he is close to him.

An Bochen did not hesitate, swam down, accelerated halfway, rolled up a long wind, and flowed quickly to the cold wind.

In a blink of an eye, An Bochen and the bewild teenager were only three steps away. They were innocent, and his arms were also turned into guns. An Bochen raised his right arm, and the feng shui and fire rotated and surged up to his arms. His hands were like a snake, fast and moving forward. In the blink of an eye, the right hand with a gun had hit Feng Xiao's cold throat. At this time, Feng Xiao coldly raised his head, and the panic on his face dissipated in an instant. A sharp light flashed in his eyes, and his hand pinched and pulled back.

Is there still a backhand?

An Bochen frowned, but a good fighter was in front of him. How could he miss it?

"Wo!"

When An Bochen bullied himself, the spell that had been brewing for a long time finally came out of Feng Xiao's cold mouth, and a cold light pierced the night and slid through An Bochen's eyes.

The moon is like water, wrapped in a short dagger and flew out of the teenager's mouth.

It's as cold as ice, as fast as lightning, and can't be prevented.

It was not until this time that An Bochen knew that Feng Xiao had planned for a long time, pretended to be weak, and only waited for the killing move at this moment.

Close at hand, An Bochen's moves were already old, and the dagger was as fast and fierce as a tiger, cutting straight to An Bochen's wrist turned into a gun tip.

Electric flint, mutation is born, An Bochen is not reluctant, his heart is beating, and a wonderful feeling surges into his heart when he is out of his mind.

Life is hanging on the line. No matter how mysterious An Bochen is, he has no time to realize it. The success or failure of life and death is in this move. Countless thoughts flashed through his mind. An Bochen did not hesitate to attack Feng Xiao Leng, but he was fighting with the dagger. As long as you can take the lead in defeating the master of Changmen, it doesn't matter if you are be cut into your arm by a dagger again. At worst, you can just endure a little pain.

But Feng Xiao coldly withdrew and retreated quickly. An Bochen chased after him. He was on the line slowly. The dagger flew over, and naturally he was on the line faster than An Bochen's pistol.

In just a millimeter, the dagger hit An Bochen's wrist with a chime.

The next moment, the two were stunned at the same time. Feng Xiao coldly looked at the dagger that fell to the ground and opened his mouth in disbelief, while An Bochen looked at the bead chain on his wrist to block him.

In the afterglow, Feng Xiao Leng had recovered and flew back, constantly opening his mouth and spitting out the dagger, intending to force An Bochen to escape.

How can An Bochen allow him to get out? If the "innocent resident" can't even capture a descendant, isn't it a laugh?

The three trends of water, fire and wind gathered and surged. An Bochen dodged up, and daggers kept shooting at him. During several dodging, the wind and coldness were getting farther and farther away.

Even if Feng Xiao fled coldly, if he didn't capture him, he would lose.

An Bochen's heart was clear, but he had no choice. Suddenly, the trick that he had not used for a long time came to his mind. He defeated Longzi and defeated Li Jiajun, but because of Liujing Taiping, An Bochen has hidden his mind in the past three years and has never used it.