Chapter 219 After a hundred defeats, there is no defeat? Medium

Apartner?

The teenager's voice came with the long wind. An Bochen frowned slightly, and it was clear in a blink of an eye. It must be that the man had no way to escape. As soon as he saw him, he wanted to use himself to attract the pursuers.

It is used by people everywhere, and An Bochen is tired of this feeling.

The teenager wearing a mask is getting closer and closer, and his eyes are firmly fixed on An Bochen. It seems that he really regards An Bochen as his accomplice, at least in the hearts of Hou Jun and his knights.

The teenager was tall but light. He ran all the way on the tip of the dry grass, like walking on the flat ground, and he was in front of An Bochen in an instant.

He was greeted by a sweeping silver gun.

The shadow of the gun was heavy, and the dead grass was rolled up and flying. An Bochen coldly shot at the teenager, intending to sweep him away.

Although the teenager was tall and long, his body was flexible, and he could still get up by stepping on the tip of the grass. He jumped high into the air, dodged the silver gun, and turned over An Bochen with a somersault. His long hair and messy eyes were hidden. In mid-air, the teenager looked at An Bochen with a playful smile in his eyes.

"An Bochen, this map is for you."

While talking, the teenager threw down the oil paper bag in his hand, laughed twice, and left.

With the gun on his back, An Bochen looked at the teenager's back thoughtfully. I don't know why there was a sense of acquaintance in his heart, but he couldn't remember when he had met such a person.

Looking at the oil paper bag, An Bochen had time to open it, and the sound of horses' hoofs had settled down. Without looking up, An Bochen knew that he had been surrounded by iron riders.

"What is this?"

An Bochen looked up at the first general, raised the oil paper bag and asked.

"Ask knowingly! Humph, I didn't expect that the thief's party was a famous loser.

Hou Jun looked at An Bochen, and the cold voice came from behind the black face armor.

This is the uniform dress of the Gyeonggi army. The armor is tight and the iron armor covers the face. Only the rich Gyeonggi army can afford such luxurious equipment.

For the defeated general An Bochen, Hou Jun, Liu Zhao and his knights only heard his name and did not know him, but when he returned to the camp to rest after the exercise, some people also mentioned it during the chat. Of course, most of them were ridicule and disdain. In the idea of the arrogant Gyeonggi Army, An Bochen was defeated and fled from the south to the north. What's the difference from the bereaved dog?

The deeds of a hundred defeated generals are familiar to these soldiers. An Bochen is also easy to recognize, with a green shirt, a dark horse, a silver gun, and an ordinary-looking young man. The person who originally only existed in talking and laughing suddenly appeared in front of him. After the initial surprise, the eyes of the Gyeonggi iron riders all showed that they were eager to try. They only said that they were lucky today. If they could kill An Bochen and give his head to your majesty, the bounty alone would be worth their military pay for a year or two.

In Liu Zhao's alert eyes, An Bochen flicked his finger and broke the kraft paper.

The kraft paper is wrapped in a thick map, with a clear line of mountains and rivers on the corner, with a flag logo. An Bochen glanced at it and made it clear in his heart that this was the march map of the Gyeonggi Army, a confidential matter, but he didn't know how to fall into the hands of the teenager.

"Have you seen enough?"

There was a cold hum in his ear. An Bochen looked up and saw the general swinging his axe and staring angrily. There was arrogance in his eyes, and there was also a trace of joy.

"Who are you?"

An Bochen asked.

"Bahou, Liu Zhao."

In An Bochen's general career, his understanding of the world's general situation can only be regarded as a general, but even if An Bochen does not deliberately care about the world's famous five tigers, seven bears and thirteen Jun, his colleagues often mention it.

There are many generals in Guanzhong. Lv Feng's command alone has a tiger and four horses, and Hou Jun, who is good at tomahawks, is also among them.

They, who belong to the Gyeonggi system, have always been arrogant, supported by Lv Fengqi and Hua Fei. The tigers and wolves who came out of the capital are superior to others. They are as proud and domineering as their bravery.

After thinking about it, An Bochen took the marching map into his arms in Liu Zhao's fiery eyes, but did not explain, and the long gun fell diagonally.

Since it has been found by the Gyeonggi army, this battle is imperative.

There are often ten thousand enemies in the play, but in addition to Lv Fengqi and the five tigers, who dares to say that one person can defeat thousands of troops and horses? Although the generals of heaven and earth are far stronger than ordinary soldiers, when their vitality is finally exhausted, they are no different from ordinary soldiers. The so-called ten thousand enemies mostly refer to killing enemy generals, defeating the three armies, and intimidating tens of thousands of enemies.

Today's An Bochen will no longer rush up thousands of iron riders recklessly like Liujing at the beginning. The general is the backbone of the pawn. If he kills it, the army will be distracted and will be defeated without fighting.

The silver gun was picked up and crossed the cold front in the sun and pointed it at Hou Jun and Liu Zhao.

An Bochen can tear open the siege and escape with the foot strength of the Mustang King, but at present, he only wants to kill the demonstration. The person who comes is Thirteen Jun, not the strongest, nor the weak one. He is in the middle of An Bochen's arms.

"Some, An Bochen."

An Bochen holds a gun and arches his hand. This is a universal war gift in ancient times.

Eight hundred iron riders were stunned, and then laughed one after another. Hou Jun and Liu Zhao did not stop him. A trace of ridicule flashed in his eyes outside the iron armor. He couldn't help but patted his horse.

Liu Zhao swung the double axes, one from top down, hanging on An Bochen's forehead, the other from the bottom, and the one raised one bites. In a blink of an eye, he was close to An Bochen. Although Liu Zhao disdained An Bochen and seemed arrogant, as the domineering Hou Jun of Emperor Kuang, he also had arrogant capital. More than 200 catties of two-handed axes were danced by him and sank vigorously, as if a rotating dark cloud was shrouded over An Bochen's head. As long as An Bochen was a little distracted by the axe shadow, he would immediately be corpse. Field.

The silver gun went straight out, An Bochen exerted his arms, the head of the gun nodded the axe, and the tail of the gun swept down the axe.

"Hung!"

Guns and axes hit each other, and the golden sound echoed.

An Bochen's arms trembled slightly, and feng shui, fire and thunder flashed in his eyes. He took advantage of the horse to dissipate the great power of Tianpin, but was forced to withdraw five steps by people and horses.

The laughter sounded from the iron horse. The soldiers in the capital gloated and looked at An Bochen, who only fell steadily. The scene of sharing a lot of bounty has already appeared in his mind. Even Hou Jun, who sneered and looked at An Bochen: "General An is ready to escape again?"

An Bochen hung on the reeds and didn't reply.

In this first match, he just wants to fight with the power of Tianpin and feel the fighting power of Tianpin's fierce generals.

In addition, there is also the idea of showing weakness to the enemy.

An Bochen wants to kill Hou Jun and establish a prestige, but after all, there is still Tianxia Xiongguan, and there are countless tigers and wolves behind him. If he is in love and fighting, who knows what kind of variables will come out. And Hou Jun seemed to be very cooperative. He originally despised An Bochen. This combination fell, and the small eyes were obvious.

The sun has risen to the sky, and the most dazzling sun in the day is sprinkled on the vast grassland. An Bochen's wrist shook, the silver gun rolled the sun, and the dazzling gold swept through Liu Zhao's eyes.

In the blink of an eye, An Bochen slapped the horse.

"Fain!"

He spit out the truth, An Bochen waved his left hand behind him, and the wind of yin and yang roared, hiding the horse like a wind shadow, not only fast, but also swaying like the wind, erratic.

In the blink of an eye, An Bochen has killed Liu Zhao.

Liu Zhao did not panic. He thought that An Bochen thought that he had a long life and was in a hurry to die.

But when the silver gun hit the double axe, Liu Zhao felt a trace of surprise in his heart, and only felt that the two-handed axe, which had always been obedient, rotated uncontrollably to both sides.

It's weird!

Liu Zhao's heart jumped, and his eyes fell on the innocence of stirring out a spiral gun force. It was not until this time that he slightly restrained a little arrogance.

The spiral gun power can be said to be a killer for ordinary tigers and wolves. Liu Zhao is at least a bully Hou Jun who has experienced hundreds of battles. To deal with such a master like him, the spiral gun power in the realm of the earth can only be strong for a while.

"Break!"

With a slam, a white fire flashed in Liu Zhao's eyes, and the two axes were like mountains and raised together.

"Bum!"

The shadow of the axe is heavy, and the huge force of 8,000 catties is like a flood, which will provoke the innocence.

An Bochen's empty door is exposed, and so is Hou Jun.

The purple tide flashed through his eyes, and the spiral power of feng shui and fire poured into the long gun along his arms. An Bochen shouted violently, took the lead in stopping the gun, pulled the gun back, and was about to prick Hou Jun's heart.

At this time, the last thing that An Bochen wanted to see happened.

"Wo!"

Ba Hou Jun said, and two white fires flew out of his eyes, which turned out to be a white fire at the mouth of the two generals against the enemy.

Hou Jun underestimated An Bochen, and An Bochen also underestimated the general who became the thirteenth Jun.

Liu Zhao's axe method can only be regarded as first-class, not the top. What he is most proud of is not the instant kung fu or the cultivation of Tianpin, but one of his talent - as far as he can, he can sacrifice fire without brewing.

If An Bochen was a general in the past, he would not be so careless if he paid a little attention to the famous general.

But now, as soon as An Bochen drew back the silver gun from the two axes, the white fire of the Tianpin monk came to his face.

is life or death, and it is settled in an instant.