Chapter 190 Travel thousands of miles without victory, defeat without death 6

The canopy was torn, and the morning light fell from the end of the distant sky, cutting through the gray night and falling straight into the mountains.

A hammer-like shot passed through the strange arc from top to bottom, shaking the mountain, but suddenly stopped before landing.

A strange feeling came from the lower Dantian, and his lower abdomen was slightly bulging. An Bochen's body stiffened. He opened his tired but brilliant eyes and looked at the sky. He innocently followed the situation and inserted into the mud.

The left eye is yang, and the right eye is yin. At this moment of alternating day and night, two wonderful lights are emitted and inserted into the blue underworld in the chaos of the sky.

The gun is nailed to the mountains, the eyes are connected to the sky and fields, and An Bochen is across the world. The gun is an arm and a bridge. At this moment, people and heaven and earth have formed a mysterious and mysterious unity.

An Bochen's fetal enlightenment has not been once or twice, but this time it was unprecedentedly wonderful. A new feeling surged up in his heart. In a faint time, An Bochen only felt that his way of fetal breath seemed to have reached a higher level.

In the past, I just saw and heard the enlightenment brought by the facial features, but this time, it was the perception of the body and the soul body at the same time.

These days, An Bochen has been exhausted, and his body is exhausted to the extreme. He is all maintained by the tense nerves. His soul is excited and his body is empty. If he were an ordinary person, he would either faint on the spot or come out of the body by chance, such as the person surnamed Zhao in "Da Kuang God Monster Talk". However, because An Bochen cultivated the two souls of heaven and earth, he could control it by himself by his mind, so he kept the soul body in his body.

But at this moment, the fetus realized that the soul body was ready to move, and he was impatient to break free from the shackles of the body, forcing An Bochen to insert a gun to the ground with a gun, connecting the soul body and the land of Cangshan Mountain, and abruptly stopping the soul body out of the body. The sky is vast and the earth is vast. An Bochen stands between heaven and earth. When the first mysterious arcane falls during the alternation of day and night, there is a "buzz" in An Bochen's mind, as if the mountains and rivers are smashed and the earth is flat.

The five senses of the body and the roaring soul body in the body touch the mystery of heaven and earth at the same time. If An Bochen could only leave ten points in the ten mysteries before, now that the body and the soul body can feel at the same time, An Bochen can leave 30%. Today, when he realized the Tao, An Bochen asked all the gods and demons of the heavens and the earth. He did not ask for anything else, but only asked for the way for thousands of soldiers in the world to crack.

For a moment, the elder is long and the short is two or three pillars of incense. An Bochen wanders in the mystery of the world's weapons, greedily absorbing the mystery of each weapon. The soul body is still in the body, but it seems to have separated and come to the unknown world of the other side to practice eighteen kinds of weapons.

Just as An Bochen enjoyed the mystery of heaven and earth happily, the mystery of heaven and earth wrapped him suddenly weakened, as if it had been divided a lot.

The heart could no longer maintain peace, and the mysterious artistic conception was broken. The soul returned to the body, and the mountains and rivers were smashed and the earth was flat. An Bochen's body shook and slowly opened his eyes.

The sky curtain cracked a big eye, and the dawn fell into the green mountain without hindrance. The mountain atmosphere that had been asleep all night seemed to be shocked, like fog rushing towards the man like rain, but he stretched out his hand and flew straight up, converged into clouds, shrouded in the top of the mountain.

Clouds become mountains and seas in heaven and earth. This mountain cloud is condensed by mountain air, floating and majestic, covered with blue and brown, and still magnificent in the fog at dawn.

Such a magnificent cloud was pushed into the sky by a thin arm and a thin man with almost only bones, which was really strange.

When An Bochen saw Yin Xin, Yin Xin was also looking at him.

Mo Xuejun is a middle-aged man who is very scholarly angry. He is reserved and restrained, and easy to move. But at present, there is a strange color on his snow-white face, with bitter and patient excitement, incredible surprise, and a trace of complexity.

Although Tianpin practitioners can understand the fetal state, it is not different from great luck for them. Once every ten years is a great luck. How can An Bochen enter the state of fetal breath at sunrise and evening every day like An Bochen?

Fifteen years ago, Mo Xuejun entered the realm of fetal breathing by chance. His move also benefited from that. He could have been among the top ten tigers and wolves by virtue of that one, but he fell to the root of the disease because of various events. He lost his hand with the tiger and the bear, and could only succumb to the thirteenth Jun.

The mystery of heaven and earth is the existence that all heavenly monks dream of. They would rather live a short life of ten years in exchange.

Yin Xin studied Taoist books and did not realize the idea of the mystery of heaven and earth again, but he has not been able to make a wish for 15 years, but when he captured the traitor on the sea arrest order today, he occasionally got the mystery of heaven and earth.

What made him unbelievable was that the mystery of this vast and almost exhausted world was picked up by the young general in front of him.

Less than the cultivation of Tianpin, less than 20 years old... This is like overturning the common sense of the world.

Yin Xin's face was calm, but he was more and more surprised.

Under the fog, the teenager calmly pulled out the silver gun, took a deep breath, and held his fist: "Some, An Bochen."

This man who steals the mysteries of heaven and earth secretly on one side is very strong, but An Bochen is extremely calm from the inside out except for his tired look.

It's not that he is fearless, and An Bochen will also be afraid. He is afraid that there will never be an end if he escapes like this, but he knows that he has no choice since he defected out of Liu. He can only fight against the first battle and the first battle until he is looking for a way out.

Yin Xin smiled, and a touch of crimson flashed across his snow-white cheeks. Perhaps it was because he got his ignorance from the mysteries of the heavens, or perhaps the fighting spirit gushed out from the tip of the young gun. In short, Yin Xin still picked up the long stalk and hugged his fist and said, "Some, Yin Xin..."

Before he finished speaking, An Bochen had already shot him.

An Bochen is no longer the little girl of that year. How could he not know the name of Yin Xin, the general of the State of Wei? Now he has become the fat meat coveted by tigers and wolves in the world. When he meets it, he is the enemy. Whether it is Thirteen Jun or a tiger or a bear, what else can An Bochen do except draw a gun?

When he met five generals in a row, he was defeated but did not die. An Bochen also "escaped" from his confidence. He would not use the ghost skill until the last moment of life and death. Even if you use the two lines of water and fire, it is useless to have a hundred-day accompanying charm. Those heavenly generals are very likely to directly release the white fire to annihilate him. Therefore, no matter who he faces, he must seize the opportunity to take the lead, force the other party to fight with weapons, and can't sacrifice a white fire.

Mo Xuejun, the head of the thirteen, the best tigers and wolves in the world, never wanted to meet him so soon...

An Bochen ran on foot, ten steps away from Yinxin. He was stained with the shadow of wind and thunder, and the sprint in just a few steps had the speed of ordinary fierce horses. The wrists trembled and exerted force. The spiral gun force lingered around the head of the gun, buzzing, piercing the gold that fell at dawn, which was amazing.

That man is Mo Xuejun. His cultivation and style are far superior to Fang Bai and Liu Laoxiu, who are in the decline of vitality today. An Bochen did not dare to be careless. As soon as he came up, he used his ability to see the spiral gun.

The gun was like thunder, gathered by wind and shadow, and it was amazingly fast. It accelerated again two feet in front of Yin Xin, and plunged in with a "zheng" sound.

This trap seemed to fall into the vertical pool. The figure in the water was smashed and instantly turned into ripples and swayed in all directions.

An Bochen was stunned. These days, veteran soldiers have also met a lot. He has never seen such a trick. It is not like Taoism, but a little like Taoism.

With a tight heart, An Bochen suddenly turned his head, and the man, who was as thin as a silhouette, appeared in the place where he fired the gun before.

His walking posture was like running clouds and running water. The soles of his feet hardly touched the soil on the ground. He had a refined posture like a fairy. The color on his face gradually recovered with his footsteps, from snow-white to white, and his cheeks were stained with rare blood.

"If there is no cloud, the cloud is free, if there is a cloud, where is the cloud... It's really a mysterious mystery of heaven, a hundred passes.

Yin Xin said with a smile that what he said was exactly the mystery of the blessing of Toan Bochen before.

Hearing this, An Bochen was thoughtful.

Is it possible that he is grateful to me and willing to let me go?

Before An Bochen could breathe a little, Yin Xin's tone suddenly changed from gurgling water to a golden song, and the fighting spirit from the famous general suddenly broke out.

"Today, General An helped to seal a certain Chuwu Avenue. In this way, he will send it to you with half a trick."

The cloud stopped and the water was stagnant, and Yin Xin stood horizontally, and the murderous intention came from the tip of the pen. It was as clear as everything in the world under the morning, as close as An Bochen.

In the final analysis, you still want to kill me.

Irmented by Yin Xin's murderous intention, the pores of An Bochen's whole body suddenly tightened, staring and staring, and his nerves tightened into strings.

The long pole is made of rubbing wood. The front is equipped with a fine steel head, and the back is a red copper head. The best long pole is a hemp rope hanging two feet from the tail, and the whole nine-foot horse can not fall at both ends like a scale pole in mid-air. Only when such a general rides on a horse can he keep the tip forward without any effort. The cost of a good stalk is extremely expensive. It takes less time, three years, and more than seven years. Among the ten handles, only three or four stalks can be refined. Therefore, most people who are born in a family, it is like Yinxin.

Yin Xin's momentum is not fast, with a graceful atmosphere, which can be said to be normal.

An Bochen was puzzled in his heart. He had also heard the name of Yin Xin Yiqi, which had defeated many brave generals and made him the top of the thirteen juns, and he could only know that yi, so he could only become Mo Xuejun. The reason why An Bochen chose to attack before was not only to be afraid of the white fire, but also to force him to get out of Mo Xue. In An Bochen's idea, since Yin Xin can become famous, it must be an amazing one. Who would have thought that it was such a dignified and rule to the extreme?

In an attack, it is upright and rigorous, generous and round. Yin Xin is also a step-by-step battle. The clothes are fluttering, and the steps are flat, revealing the square temperament of the reader.

An Bochen didn't want to think too much. He clenched his right fist, rotated a little, and stepped out of the gun.

Thirty steps...

Twenty steps...

Fifteen steps...

In a blink of an eye, the two were only ten steps away, and the gun was only a few feet apart.

Ten steps into a square. Just as the gun was about to touch each other, An Bochen suddenly looked up, raised his head, and looked at Yin Xin incredibly.