Chapter 188 A thousand-mile battle without victory, a hundred defeats but not death 4

The cold wind cut the surface, and An Bochen fell from the sky and fell into a small courtyard in the house.

When his body was about to land, a green fire flashed in his eyes, and the innocence in his hand buzzed, floating strangely in the air, hanging An Bochen and saving his life.

That year, An Bochen and Simajin traveled to Longquanjing together. Simajin flew with a gun and flew over the gorge between the cave and the Dragon Girl Palace with An Bochen. The method of gun control can only be used in the realm of local products. An Bochen is also the first attempt, but it is an indispensable part of his escape.

Turning over his gun, An Bochen staggered and stood, just then there was a sound of footsteps in his ear.

They looked at each other, and the two were stunned at the same time.

The haggard woman who appeared in the back garden with a portable kettle covered her mouth in surprise. As soon as she wanted to turn around and escape, she was caught by An Bochen, who flew there.

"You... What are you going to do?"

The woman in simple linen said in a panic, the flowers were still there, but she couldn't hide the fatigue and numbness in her eyes.

Three years later, the two met in Wu Guolangfang again, but they were very different.

Three years ago, Wang Xiner went deep into Liujing alone. The situation was very fierce and decisive, as if it was a superior presence in the eyes of An Bochen and Li Xiaoguan. Three years later, Wang Xiner could only wear shabby linen clothes and do rough work belonging to her servants in the back garden of the Wang family. An Bochen went north with one shot, which attracted the world. Now the silver gun is in front of her neck, which is completely adjusted as in the past.

His eyes fell on the withered woman. An Bochen was not sad or happy. Listening to the sound of horseshoes from far to near, he said in a low voice, "Where is the stable? Take me to get the horse!"

Wang Xiner's delicate body trembled, and a strange color flashed in her eyes, rekindling the light.

"General An, come with me."

Wang Xiner said carefully, and then took An Bochen to the backyard. The garden where she was located was already located in the depths of the royal palace, and there was no one, and the head figures of the Wang family were busy running to the front door. They did not meet half a person along the way.

When they were young, the two came to the depths of the royal palace. What they did not see was an extremely gorgeous stable. There was only one horse in the stable. The dark mane was sprinkled on the back of the neck. He was strong and taller than an ordinary horse. If it hadn't been so thick and fat, others would have thought it was a black lion. A big man like a black tower was sleeping next to Shenjun. He was nine feet tall and muscular. He was only wearing a short shirt and fell asleep.

"General An, this is the wild horse king captured by the owner for seven years. Even in the whole Da Kuang, he is one of the best."

Wang Xiner lowered her head and said respectfully.

Her voice was not big or small, which could wake up the black tower-like big man. The big man was tied with a thick iron chain between his wrists. When he saw An Bochen carrying a silver gun, he was stunned first, and then shouted like crazy. His arms pulled off the iron chain and strode away to An Bochen.

In the afterglow, there was a trace of color in Wang Xiner's eyes. An Bochen didn't know what she was thinking and didn't say much. She swallowed deeply and stepped forward. The silver gun stabbed the black man like electricity. The big man was also good. He waved the broken iron chain and clamped the silver gun in a flash.

"Hung!"

The harsh sound of gold and iron sounded, and Wang Xiner looked up at An Bochen with a hateful face.

Although the horseman in front of him has no cultivation, he is an alien wrestler from Mobei. The strength of his arms is much higher than that of the local monks. He walks vigorously and can carry the tripod. Only the Wang family can control the "black lion" without relying on his cultivation. Although An Bochen has great luck to become the Liu Kingdom. The general can be compared with him...

Wang Xiner thought proudly, but after a blink of an eye, she opened her mouth wide, and a strong shock appeared in her eyes.

"Wh!"

With An Bochen's low shout, Mobei Lishi was picked up in the air by him. His wrists trembled, and the spiral power burst out. The flesh palms of the black tower man were strangled by the force of the gun, and the nine-foot body also flew out and fell to the ground silently.

Turning his head, he looked coldly at Wang Xiner, who was stunned like a wooden chicken. An Bochen stepped forward, pulled the door of the stable, cut off the iron chain holding the horse chewing, and suddenly reached out and pressed the forehead of the horse king.

Since he is the king of wild horses from the grassland of the State of Wu, he is as good as the master of the world. Naturally, he is unruly and unruly. How can he let strangers ride at will? An Bochen didn't have time to tame it and poured it directly into the green fire.

The wild horse king's bloodline is noble and arrogant. Even if he is captured by the Wang family, he still eats the delicacies of the mountains and seas. When has the gorgeous stables lived in such abuse? Annoyance flashed in the horse's eyes, but the green fire burned endlessly, and it couldn't stand it.

A complex color flashed in his eyes. The wild horse king was kept in captivity in the Wang family. He was arrogant by nature, but most of the wildness in his bones had been worn away.

With an unwilling hiss, the Mustang King snorted, reluctantly lowered his horse's head and crawled down.

"What a good horse!"

An Bochen turned over, shot at the buttocks, and laughed loudly.

He wanted to find a good horse casually and help him save some strength to restore his vitality, but unexpectedly, Wang Xiner was used to being smart and offered this extraordinary and spiritual wild horse king's hands. In this way, he added a little protection to An Bochen. How could An Bochen be unhappy?

Driving his horse, An Bochen aimed at the back wall not far away and was about to jump by. Suddenly, he heard the sound of touching the ground behind him.

Turning his head and looking, Wang Xiner knelt on the ground trembling and kowtowed several times: "General An..."

With a cold face, An Bochen didn't bother to pay attention to her. He pulled the reins and drove the horse back, but he was ready to jump over the wall seven or eight feet high.

"General An, please stay. Xin'er has something to tell you."

An Bochen didn't look back. It was not the first day that he knew Wang Xiner's tricks. Even if she was skillful, An Bochen would not pay attention to it.

"General An, I'm afraid you don't know that you have won the 100-day entourage, which is the rune on your wrist. Within a hundred days, as long as the master of Tianpin transports fire, he can find the place where the middle symbol is.

Hearing this, An Bochen's heart twisted, looked at the rune on his wrist, and his eyes flashed.

The sound of broken clothes came from his ears. An Bochen looked back and saw that Wang Xiner's linen clothes were torn apart by herself. The peaks suddenly appeared. Her long snow-white legs moved people's hearts and soul, and her face was again charming.

"General An... Please."

Biting her red lips, Wang Xiner knelt on the ground, held her head high, and met An Bochen's thoughtful eyes.

The sound of the horse's hoof came from far to near. In a moment, An Bochen pulled the reins, pulled the horse back the gun, and stabbed Wang Xiner's chest without mercy. A trace of blood overflowed, flowing through the fullness and plumpness, reflecting the little vermilion, through the broken clothes, there was a different amorous feelings.

An Bochen clearly felt that his heart was pounding not far from the tip of the gun. As far as his eyes could see, there was no trace of arrogance or resentment on Wang Xiner's face, but only a strong prayer.

With a gun and a horse, An Bochen rushed to the high wall with a blank face, and the last voice before Wang Xiner fainted came to his ear.

"May the general return safely..."

In the past, I used to be coerced with a sword, but today I regard me as her last life-saving straw.

The sarcastic smile rolled up at the corners of his mouth. An Bochen suddenly pulled the reins, hit the ground with a silver gun, and used his power to control the horse. In a blink of an eye, each person turned into a streamer and swept over the wall.

Wang Xiner's trip to Liujing failed. When she returned to the Wang family, she was finally beaten into the cold palace. Today, she let An Bochen go, which is more than death. Only by pretending to be invincible and fainting due to serious injury can they escape this disaster. Both of them are smart people, and everything is self-evident. The last shot has another layer of intention. Wang Xiner is optimistic about An Bochen and wants to use the power of An Bochen to rise again, but after all, there is a gap between the two. Only one shot and one sword can save a little. Wang Xiner also knows the risk, but she is gambling that An Bochen is not such a murderer. The Wang family likes to take risks. Wang Xiner is especially so. Fortunately, An Bochen collected the gun at a distance, which is also a bet on a game.

Of course, this is just Wang Xiner's idea.

An Bochen has gone, and the iron horse has not yet arrived. Wang Xiner opened her eyes, climbed to the seriously injured Mobei Lishi, grabbed the broken iron chain, pointed it at the front chest of the big man, and stabbed it hard. The big man was stabbed in the heart by a sharp weapon, his body trembled, his eyes were wide open, and then he gradually lost his brilliance.

The corners of her mouth appeared with satisfaction, and Wang Xiner turned pale and fainted again.

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Langfang Back Street is a big market. When it was busy in the afternoon, a tall and burly dark horse suddenly fell from the sky, carrying a teenager with a long-haired gun. The tip of the gun was stained red by blood, which was shocking.

Not long after he jumped out, the back wall of the Wang family was collapsed by hundreds of iron riders. In the light of day, hundreds of iron riders were sharp and sharp, shouting and galloping in the downtown. Chickens and eggs were beaten, the pole stall was trampled by the horse's hoofs, and the goods were scattered all over the place. The people have never seen such a scene. When Wu Jingsheng changed, he suddenly became a mess and fled in panic. Although the iron horse of the Sima family was arrogant, he did not dare to trample on the people in broad daylight and tie his hands and feet. An Bochen rode the Mustang King, as fast as wind and thunder. When he was young, he had left the iron horse far behind.

In front of the city gate, Jin Wuwei was pulling out, and the wooden fence iron thorn had not been set up, and An Bochen had already come.

Innocently swept, rolled up the waterfall-like silver light, and hit and intercepted several soldiers who attacked him.

"Squeak!"

The suspension bridge was pulled up and the gate slowly closed. When An Bochen arrived, the wooden door was closed.

The tip of the gun was pulled back, and An Bochen suddenly stabbed the buttocks of the Mustang Queen. The Mustang King was in pain. In desperation, he could only harden his scalp and jump up.

For good, its scalp is really hard enough.

"Boom!"

The three-inch-thick hanging door was hit by it into a big hole, and An Bochen crawled down and passed through the hanging door with the Mustang King.

One person and one horse fell into the moat, and the soldiers at the head of the city pulled their bows and fired arrows. An Bochen exhausted the last trace of strength, gathered feng shui and fire in innocence, innocently made a low-pressure thunder, and jumped up with one person and one horse.

The sound of breaking the wind "wish" and, without exception, rushed into the moat.

One shot, one shot, killed the Sima family, the Wang family got Shenjun, killed Langfang, killed Wu Jing, although An Bochen fled, but his cavalry and soldiers at the gate and the iron riders of the Sima family who chased him were speechless, and they could not recover for a long time.