Chapter 220 After a hundred defeats, there is no defeat.

The white fire hits the face, like a streamer.

An Bochen's back was cold, like falling into an ice cave. He could clearly feel Liu Zhao's sarcastic color, but at this moment, An Bochen had no time to take care of anything else.

The success or failure of life and death is only at a critical moment.

The white fire flew quickly, and the bullet finger flew over half of the horse's body in an instant, roaring and shooting at An Bochen's eyes.

The purple tide in the left and right eyes is flooded, and the white fire in the pupil is getting closer and closer.

At this moment, the soul body hidden in Shangdantian leaned slightly and offered thunder beads. An Bochen's heart and soul were the same, regardless of the shallowness of Taoism and forced to absorb the true meaning of thunder from the thunder beads. The buzzing in my ears is a Taoist sound that inherits through the ages from the nine heavens. It is not what An Bochen can bear in the realm of local products. However, at this time, on the front line of life and death, An Bochen can only forcibly stimulate the potential of the future and absorb the true meaning of life from the thunder beads.

The purple tide in his eyes faded, An Bochen's body shook, and a sick red glow surged up on his cheeks. When two white fires were about to burn to his eyes, he held his head and opened his mouth.

"Zhang!"

A column of purple thunder flew out of An Bochen's mouth with blood and shot down two white fires in the shape of a gun.

Lei Dao's true intention exists in the nine thunder beads, and the heavenly way is endless. However, An Bochen's cultivation is still weak, and what he can pick is the magic power that his body can bear, such as the "no evil" of 3,000 catties of vitality. "Running Thunder" poured into the silver gun through the meridians of both arms and fired at the tip of the gun. However, this skill of empty mouth thunder seems to be more than the range that An Bochen's body can bear. It does not walk the meridians, but comes out of the stomach and esophagus, which is one of the weakest places in the body. In order to save his life, An Bochen forcibly ingested it. Although he succeeded, he also suffered a small internal injury.

However, this move shocked Hou Jun, who faced An Bochen.

After traveling south and north for so many years, Liu Zhao has seen a wide range of things, but he has never seen anyone who spits thunder. Maybe there are, but they are all those who are not born, and they need to pinch and spit out the truth. How can they open their mouths and break the white fire like An Bochen?

In this lost mind, the innocence has arrived.

"Hung!"

At the critical moment, Liu Zhao didn't care about being surprised. He raised his right arm and blocked the silver gun with the soft copper armor on his arm.

Nearly 3,000 spiral gun power is like a flood that collapses the dike. It pours down, tearing the soft armor in a blink of an eye, and the flesh and blood are blurred.

When this combination fell, Hou Jun certainly collected the tomahawk, but his right arm was injured by An Bochen, and his original advantage was fleeting.

An Bochen won't hold his hand if he has the upper hand. His arms dance like the wind, and the silver gun sweeps vertically. The heavy silver light turns into a big net, suppressing Liu Zhao's fight repeatedly, but he has no power to fight back.

The knights beside him had already been dumbfounded. After a long time, someone reacted and didn't care about his demeanor. He pulled out his machete and patted the horse to kill An Bochen.

As long as one person intervenes, the situation will immediately turn over.

An Bochen's attack was like a storm, sometimes tricky, sometimes fast. Hou Jun secretly shouted bitterly. His right arm was abandoned, and his left axe was steadily falling. At this time, he supported bitterly and waited for his men to help.

But at this moment, his heart beat, but he suddenly found a trace of purple light in the eyes of the teenager opposite him, and the silver gun that forced him to breathe seemed to change slightly.

It's not good!

Thinking of the scene of An Bochen opening his mouth and spitting thunder, Hou Jun was frightened.

The reinforcements still have ten horses away from here. If he spit out another purple thunder, it will be difficult to resist.

Several thoughts flashed in Liu Zhao's mind, and his face hidden under the iron armor was blue and white.

At this moment, Liu Zhao finally let go of the arrogance of his thirteen years, and there was no fighting spirit in his heart.

The fire was in his left arm. Liu Zhao pulled out his whole body and poured into the left hand axe. He just wanted to split an axe to stop An Bochen's tide-like attack, and then jumped out of the battle circle and fled back to the camp.

What is faster than the left-handed axe is the silver gun.

The thin camel is bigger than the horse. Although Liu Zhao is injured, after all, he is the thirteen runners who have experienced hundreds of battles. He falls into the downwind, but every time he solves the situation of An Bochen, he must shoot. If you want to kill completely, you have to wait until he reveals his flaws.

At the moment when the left-hand axe split, Liu Zhao turned his eyes to the other side and already had the idea of running away.

Unexpectedly, An Bochen had been prepared for a long time, waiting for the moment when his empty door was slightly exposed.

Innocent. Run to the thunder!

The silver long gun flew out of the axe blade, and the tip of the gun rotated with purple thunder, like a snake, running like electricity.

An inch long and an inch strong, not to mention that the gun is like thunder, and the thunder is released. And Liu Zhao was thinking about running away, but he didn't have time to sacrifice the white fire to defeat Zi Lei.

In the blink of an eye, the innocent came first. The tip of the gun crossed the tomahawk and took Liu Zhao's chest and abdomen empty door.

When Liu Zhao came to his senses and looked down, he saw a silver gun that pierced his heart and splashed blood on the ground.

"Plop!"

The left-handed axe fell to the ground, and Liu Zhao's naked eyes gradually lost their luster. He looked at An Bochen in disbelief, as if he wanted to say something.

Before he could speak, he was picked up from the horse by a long gun and thrown into the black armored iron rider who stood stiff on the spot and his eyes were dull.

The body fell to the ground, crushing the dead grass, the dust flying, and dancing in the noon sun.

After a long time, the iron riders from the capital came to their senses and looked up. Among the long grass, they rode the dust and went straight to the northwest.

The traitor An Bochen fought against Hou Jun and Liu Zhao in Tianxia Guanxi. Liu Zhao was defeated and died in the battle.

In less than half a day, the news that An Bochen killed Hou Jun spread and flew to the case of the princes of all parties.

The two generals fight each other, with victory and defeat. This is a common thing, and it is not worth making a big deal. However, the one who died was the best among the tigers and wolves in the world. Tianpin Xiu was an instant white fire bully Hou Jun, and the one who killed him was An Bochen, a traitor who escaped from south to north for more than two months and was defeated.

After the battle of suppressing bandits in Kanto, An Bochen defeated Hou Jun again. Hou Jun was not comparable to those gangsters. Emperor Kuang Qinfeng's Bahou, 800 households of Shiyi, and Lv Feng's top five strongmen under his command.

The bait that caused the turbulent times finally began his first counterattack, killing the Thirteen Junzhong. After a hundred defeats, he has won two games in a row. Who knows if he will win all the way like this? The princes of all parties are half happy and half worried. What is happy is that the "excuse" for sending troops is becoming more and more open, but one person is worried.

He will be killed in a proud battle under his command. How will he react if he rarely appears in recent days?

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"Make way, a good dog is not in the way!"

The majestic middle-aged man stared at a man and a woman who blocked his footsteps fiercely, with an angry face.

It is said that it is a man and a woman, but it is just a boy and a girl. However, they all have small faces and a serious look. The boy holds the dust, and the girl holds a clean bottle. They are all dressed in plain robes, which makes them look gorgeous.

"The general said that it is strictly forbidden for idle people to disturb during the retreat."

The boy raised his head, glanced contemptuously, and continued to look straight ahead without squinting.

"I'm also an idle person?"

Hua Fei was furious, but in the face of the two pink and jade boys in front of him, he couldn't beat them or scold them. He still scolded them like this stupid look and hit... In case it is broken, the general will be punished for martial arts.

"Well, when I and the general fought side by side, you two didn't know which turtle grandson's crotch... Don't pretend to be a garlic to the general!"

Huafei is a big old man. Since he can't beat or scold, he has to say some crazy things to squeeze.

Sure enough, the boy on the left was red and stared at Hua Fei with hatred, while the girl on the right had red eyes and was about to cry.

Huafei didn't care about the beginning, and he was in a good mood.

These two boys, one named Qingfeng and the other named Mingyue, and the Taoist book that the general has been practicing these days, are all from the hands of a guy who plays tricks. However, the general seemed to attach great importance to the man. He not only made enough etiquette, but also exchanged the dragon soul he got from Liujun that year for this pile of rags. Hua Fei repeatedly persuaded him, but the general ignored him and personally sent the careless middle-aged man out of the door. When he came back, he began to close his mouth.

Breeze? Bright moon? When it comes to singing, take the names of the two immortals casually, and you can become immortals by closing down... You are a murderous general. Why did you suddenly learn from others to retreat...

Hua Fei didn't dare to make a comeback in front of Lv Fengqi, so he could only curse secretly in his heart.

He and Lv Fengqi can be called friends in adversity. Others are in awe, but he respects them, and the difference between one word is like heaven and earth.

"A murderous general can't shut up and practice Taoism?"

The cold voice sounded from behind the gossip wooden door. Hua Fei looked surprised. After a blink of an eye, there was a burst of red and blue, and scratched his head with a smile.