Chapter 207 Fighting in Taiqing Town, the first shocking secret 2

(First update)

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As soon as Yuan Sanlang's voice fell, the silver gun came out like a dragon, cut through the blue smoke, and took his face straight to the door.

An Bochen's murderous intention is born. How can he say more? In the face of the strong enemy, An Bochen has always attacked to take the first advantage.

"What an impatiosure."

Yuan Sanlang smiled, was not in a hurry in the face of the silver gun, and even leisurely took a look at the blue smoke that built the roof.

Although the incense burner falls, the smoke still rises and spreads, gathering into clouds on the roof, lush and green.

An Bochen pushed up, and the gun suddenly accelerated halfway, and rotated to Yuan Sanlang's door.

"Bang!"

Yuan Sanlang only stretched out two fingers and clamped the tip of the gun like chopsticks.

The power of more than 7,000 catties of Tianpin is as heavy as a mountain. An Bochen's body is stagnant, and the three forces of feng shui fire gushed out from the lower Dantian. With the help of waist force, he shook the gun body, and the spiral gun force exploded out. Unexpectedly, Yuan Sanlang laughed and retreated. His fingers popped out of the virtual shadow, clicked on the silver gun accompanied by the shadow, and opened the spiral gun force just right.

"It is said that An Lang's gun is strange, but it's disappointing to see Yuan today."

Yuan Sanlang's body is like flowing clouds and flowing water. Naturally, he appeared behind An Bochen in a blink of an eye and said with a smile.

Just as An Bochen turned around with a gun, Yuan Sanlang suddenly jumped up high, like a falcon, hovering in the air, and saying a word in his mouth: "Ji!"

A white fire gushed out of the palm of his hand and turned into a three-foot-long sharp blade to shoot at An Bochen.

In the past two months, An Bochen has fought nearly a hundred battles, forcing his opponent to sacrifice a white fire before he won a glimmer of life. Now he meets the mysterious Yuan Sanlang. He is not only good at Taoism, but also good at Taoism. He easily avoids the spiral gun to sacrifice the white fire. This small building is originally narrow and narrow. The sharp blade turned by the white fire is fierce. An Bochen can't avoid it, and he can only rise up and meet him.

"Fain!"

"Binger!"

"Fight!"

The three-character truth was spit out one by one, and An Bochen suddenly accelerated halfway, like a wind shadow, dancing and swaying, which could avoid the white fire.

Before approaching, Yuan Sanlang's hands were closed to the point, pulled out a long knife made of white fire, twisted his waist, rotated horizontally, and the long knife smashed the void, and was also innocent.

"Cang!"

With knives and guns hitting each other, An Bochen's arms were shaken, and the tiger's mouth was numb, overflowing with a trace of blood stains. The tide-like power hit, and An Bochen's footsteps were chaotic and retreated repeatedly.

Yuan Sanlang seemed to have had enough fun. He looked condescendingly at An Bochen, shook his head, like an eagle falcon, and raised a white fire knife to split An Bochen.

"Although you are weak, you are also a little famous. Even your majesty has praised you, and it is reluctant to sacrifice my new magic weapon with your blood."

While talking, Yuan Sanlang and his white fire knife were only three or four feet away from An Bochen. An Bochen still couldn't help retreating. It seemed that the general trend had gone, and his life was about to rest. Yuan Sanlang became more and more proud.

"It's as urgent as the law!"

The spell sounded, and when Yuan Sanlang looked at it again, he saw that the teenager with a gun under the knife disappeared.

An Bochen finally performed water practice. On the one thing, it is important to save his life at the moment of life and death. On the other, today, either you die or I die. No one else can see it in the small building. An Bochen naturally cares about anything else.

Hiding in a small corner, An Bochen turned into water and walked away, looking coldly at Yuan Sanlang, who smiled with his hands behind his back.

He just mentioned your majesty. There is only one Da Kuang who is known as your majesty. Is it possible that he is a man of Emperor Kuang? But why did Emperor Kuang take action against me, a treasonous general? At first, I thought it was just that Changmen wanted to force out the innocent scholar with the order of Emperor Kuang, but now it seems that Emperor Kuang, who has deceived people all over the world, also has his plans...

Understuding the doubts in his heart, An Bochen swam behind Yuan Sanlang and suddenly burst out a gun.

The invisible water soared in the middle of the sky. Although it can't see the traces, the innocence hidden in it appeared at the moment of An Bochen's action, rushing to Yuan Sanlang's back heart.

The tip of the gun pierced Yuan Sanlang's back. An Bochen was stunned and saw that the tip of the gun was actually a paper person.

"I don't want Brother An to have such a magical power."

Yuan Sanlang's voice sounded from his side. An Bochen turned his head and saw that he was bowing his head and fiddling with the pile of white paper cutters in his hand. He didn't seem to care about where An Bochen was at all.

"Yes, the innocent ristotor who took action in Liujing also seems to be a tall man who has never appeared, and has something to do with Brother An. Could it be... Is Brother An an innocent man?"

The teenager who was carefully trained by Emperor Kuang not only cultivated, but also had excellent intelligence. With a little thought, he broke the secret of An Bochen.

"No sound? That's it. It turns out that Brother An and the innocent Jushi are the same person. Today, they kill two birds with one stone. Go back and report to your majesty. Maybe your majesty Longyan Dayue will give one or two more ancient treasures.

Yuan Sanlang said with a smile, his face full of ambition.

An Bochen couldn't hit it. He turned into water and walked away. On the way, he divided into countless beads of water and rolled densely to Yuan Sanlang. One water drop contained gun shadows, thousands of water beads, thousands of gun shadows, and attacked Yuan Sanlang from all directions.

This move was created by An Bochen's wisdom in a hurry, and it is also the most tricky move he can think of. Although it is not as fierce as a sudden blow, it is better than being weird and can't be prevented.

Feeling the fierce gun power spreading around him, Yuan Sanlang's face changed slightly, and the paper people in his hand floated out one by one. "Yuan Sanlang" was constantly killed by water beads, and then he looked at the person made of paper.

An Bochen turned into thousands of beads of water, each with a spiral gun, attacking Yuan Sanlang unscrupulously. No matter how many life-saving paper people Yuan Sanlang has, there are no more than drops of water flowing in the air. Not long after, the paper people in his hand were exhausted.

With a sneer, Yuan Sanlang jumped back, avoided the water droplets, read a word in his mouth, sacrificed a big fiery red umbrella from his sleeve, shook the air, and instantly bounced back the water droplets melted by An Bochen.

"You only have these few tricks, but I have 18 magic weapons. Even if you try your best, you can only be refined by me."

Yuan Sanlang held an oil-paper umbrella and said with a smile.

There were words in his mouth. Yuan Sanlang gently tapped on the handle of the umbrella. The umbrella rotated and splashed fire snakes flying in the small building. The air gradually became dry and hot. Yuan Sanlang under the umbrella was easy to relax, but An Bochen felt very uncomfortable. The body of the water shadow could not withstand the baking of the fire and evaporated.

An Bochen's body is invisible water. As soon as the water evaporates, it is as painful as the peeling of flesh and blood. An Bochen gritted his teeth and turned back to its original shape.

The green smoke is like a cloud, rolling over the small building, and the fire snake hovering and flying between the green clouds. This small building is like a steamer, sultry and hot.

Looking at An Bochen, who was standing with a gun and gasping, he looked at the blue smoke that had filled the roof. Yuan Sanlang laughed and said, "It seems that you are quite reluctant to do this move, and the rest can't climb the elegant hall. The time for sacrifice is coming, so there will be no future.

An Bochen didn't say anything. He didn't know how the living man sacrificed, but he knew that as long as Yuan Sanlang was killed, the predicament in front of him would not be broken. However, as Yuan Sanlang said, An Bochen did not have the ability to deal with his magic power. An Bochen originally thought that he had learned both gun and secret skills, and also practiced the two lines of water and fire. He had a lot of magical powers. Today, he found that among these strange magic powers, there are almost none of them that can really be used by him to deal with strong enemies. Compared with Yuan Sanlang, An Bochen's own cultivation is not as good as that, and the means he can do are also extremely simple. He is forced to a desperate situation, and now he is at a loss.

It would be great if you could practice more supernatural powers, or deepen the skills at hand.

An Bochen said secretly in his heart.

He has a fairy mansion that has been transformed into a year for a year, and has mastered the art of fetal enlightenment. It is already a huge treasure in itself, but because of the years of Rongma Liujing, his body has been trapped, and even his vision has become smaller. Now Yuan Sanlang, who is almost the same age as himself, but steps on Tianpin and has mysterious cultivation methods, An Bochen knows that there are only geniuses far beyond him in this Da Kuang Dynasty.

An Bochen did not know that Yuan Sanlang's cultivation was a heavenly product. Although his roots and bones were extraordinary, he forcibly raised his cultivation because Emperor Kuang poured a fairy elixir. But in any case, I have to meet Yuan Sanlang today, which opens An Bochen's eyes. From now on, he will definitely pay more attention to practice, provided that he can survive today's disaster.

"I forgot to tell you that even if I don't kill you, you can't escape the end of being sacrificed."

Yuan Sanlang has won the chance to win. He has been practicing hard in the secret palace for more than ten years. Even if his temperament is not inferior to those tigers and wolves, once he steps on the earth, he will inevitably give birth to the pride of young people.

Looking at the broken tiger's mouth of An Bochen, Yuan Sanlang laughed and said, "The living sacrifice of the magic weapon is led by blood. Even if I don't kill you, you will be taken away by the magic weapon. Seven days later, the ashes will disappear and help me refine this treasure. Unfortunately, if you weren't an innocent, maybe he would save you, but I didn't expect you to be the same person. In this way, there is no change."

As soon as the words fell, An Bochen held a silver gun in his hand, like a wind shadow, and couldn't help stabbing Yuan Sanlang.

Yuan Sanlang's words are full of despair, but from south to north, the tigers and wolves he met are all strong men. Which time is not a nine-death life?

The line of life and death, even if you know that you will lose, you can't lose. As long as there is a glimmer of hope, there is still the possibility of turning the world around.

Familiar with this breath, when An Bochen met him again, he was already fearless.