Chapter 241 Breaking the Level

Before leaving Jiangguan, eight hundred falling clouds and iron riders lined up. Xia Houbo stood in front of the battle and looked coldly at the flying dragon falling from the sky.

Lu Tuzhi led 500 riders to press the array, and his dark face was like a cold iron stone in the sun, solemn.

The world's five tigers, seven bears, thirteen steed, and thirteen steeds are at the bottom. The strength is far from that of the seven bears, but the strength of the seven bears and five tigers is far less different. Two bears can compete with one tiger, and one more bear will win.

An Bochen never thought that he would encounter two bears at the same time before leaving Jiangguan, and the plan he came up with before failed.

In front of Jiangguan, there was no sound. The iron riders from Luoyunxing Province stared and looked at Che Luan in front of Luoguan in surprise. It was brilliant and densely covered with dragon scales. At a glance, they thought it was the arrival of the dragon fairy. In addition, the horse pulling the frame is also very amazing. Just looking at its physique and appearance, it is far better than that of ordinary horses. It is half a foot long and more than nine feet high. Its mane is like a lion, and it is extremely majestic. What stunned the fallen cloud soldiers was the four feather wings on its back, shaped like crane wings, but much thinner and longer.

"A good chariot."

Xia Houbo, who was white, stared at the flying dragon, and two dark blushes surged up on his face.

"Good horse!"

Lu Tuzhi, who pressed for Xia Houbo, also looked happy, holding a cold and gorgeous stick and praised.

"Good car and good horse, let the two generals wait for a long time."

A cold voice came from the flying dragon, which suddenly attracted everyone's attention. When he was young, the young general with a silver gun came out of the frame. As soon as he appeared, Xia Houbo and Lu Tuzhi took a breath of cold air and stared at An Bochen's armor, and were a little forgetful.

How can't the two of them be compared with the flying dragon driver and the wild horse king? The armor that An Bochen collected from all kinds of gods did not fall behind at all.

The best three things of the generals, a good horse, a good blade, and a belligerent armor, An Bochen monopolizes the two, and also the flying dragon driving, but it makes Xia Houbo and Lu Tuzhi extremely jealous.

He explored his hand and pulled out the silver gun. An Bochen looked at Xia Houbo and Lu Tuzhi. The silver gun hammered to the ground, and the thunder flashed: "Do you two want to block the way?"

Xiahoubo looked surprised, and then looked up to the sky and laughed: "General An, why do you have to ask knowingly? Brother Lu and I came here at the same time and have given General Zu'an face. After today's battle, the name of General An will definitely spread all over Da Kuang, and there is no regret in this life.

An Bochen's expression remained unchanged. He looked between Xia Houbo and Lu Tuzhi and said coldly, "Are you two so sure to stop me?"

Hearing this, Xia Houbo was stunned, and Lu Tuzhi, who was not far away, frowned slightly, but remembered the previous conversation at the same time.

Before they thought too much, the wind and sand rose from the opposite side, and An Bochen was already killed with a gun.

"Buff!"

Although Xia Houbo knew that An Bochen's strength was higher than his cultivation, no matter how high he was, he didn't think much about it. He patted his horse and danced like a shadow, like a spinning fan, pressing directly over An Bochen's head.

Lu Tuzhi, who was pressing for Xia Houbo not far away, stared at An Bochen who came from the battle, and his eyebrows frowned deeper and deeper.

It is reasonable that An Bochen can break through Qi Dongguan, and he is by no means a brave and resourceless person. Otherwise, how can he go through half a move under Li Yan's hands by force alone? But now he doesn't even ride a horse and recklessly kills Xia Houbo...

As far as Lu Tuzhi could see, An Bochen suddenly stretched out his left hand. At this time, he was only two horses away from Xia Houbo.

For no reason, his heart beat fast. Lu Tuzhi subconsciously blurted out, "Brother Xiahou, be careful!"

The voice fell, and a thunderous roar came. It was not only Lu Tuzhi, but also the two teams of Luoyun Tieqi who turned pale and opened their mouths in disbelief.

It was no longer An Bochen who appeared in front of Xia Houbo, but nearly a thousand bronze chariots. No matter how high Xia Houbo's cultivation was, no matter how exquisite his Taoism skills were, but his knife was only An Bochen. He wanted to break his forehead. He didn't expect that there were thousands of cars and boats hidden between An Bochen's wrists.

Nearly a thousand chariots and horses stepped on the waste road, and the dust flew. In the blink of an eye, Xia Houbo, the general who guarded the east of the fallen clouds, was ground into meat cakes. The chariot did not stop. After crushing Xia Houbo, he continued to run forward, roaring, stepping on the ancient war song and crushing the stunned Luoyun Iron Horse.

Have you ever seen such a situation? Nearly a thousand chariots spread into a wave of copper and iron. The copper horses roared and were fierce. The knights on the horse trembled one by one. More than a hundred people in the future were crushed to death before they could be trampled on. The knights who followed dared to stay and fled in all directions.

"Demon!"

Lu Tuzhi, who pressed the array, showed an angry face, shouted loudly, and jumped up from the horse's back. The cold and gorgeous stick in his hand scratched the shadow of the sky and cut off the chariot, but he wanted to cut off the chariot with his arm strength of 9,000 catties.

At this moment, a figure jumped out of the chariot, and the palm of his hand hit the thunder, taking Lu Tuzhi's lower plate.

Lu Tuzhi is one of the seven bears, and he is not good at it. He has no reduction in his knife power. He kicks out of thin air, jumps up five feet, avoids the thunder, and smashes the ground with a cold and gorgeous stick, stirs up a ten-foot-high earth wall, which is actually on his own

The power of

is to stop the momentum of the chariot.

He did not notice that there was a virtual shadow that came out with the thunder, shaped like nine beads. He avoided the thunder, but the cavalry behind him did not have the cultivation of heaven. He flew around, and in the blink of an eye, more than a dozen cavalrymen had broken under the thunder.

Looking back, Lu Tuzhi was shocked and angry. In the light, he saw An Bochen and several rabbits falling and stabbed him with a silver gun.

"Death!"

His colleague was killed in front of him and lost more than Bai Erlang. Lu Tuzhi had already overestimated An Bochen, but he did not expect that he was still a bad move and was attacked by him. The anger in his heart can be imagined.

The cold and gorgeous stick came out, carrying the mystery of heaven and earth, turning into the remnant shadow of Taoism and sweeping to An Bochen.

An Bochen was also not afraid at all. He exhaled long breath, his wrists trembled, and innocently rotated and bombarded out, like thunder.

"Everyone, let me help the general!"

At this moment, Lu Tuzhi only heard a shout in his ear, and a cavalryman rushed out of the array, as if to help him.

Although his heart was a little strange and a little uneasy, he was pressed by Lu Tuzhi in an instant. His staff hit each other. An Bochen's body trembled violently. Lu Tuzhi just shook his arm slightly and twisted the power of the spiral. The iron staff was like a shadow, scratching the arc and slanted to An Bochen.

An Bochen fell down and raised his gun to greet him.

"Boom!"

Another dramatic sound, with a huge force of nine thousand pounds from the cold stick, smashing An Bochen into the air.

When Lu Tuzhi saw a blow, his face was happy. The cheers of his subordinates came from his ears, and he was even more proud.

"General, be careful!"

Just as Lu Tuzhi was ready to stop his hand and killed An Bochen at this time, the cheers stopped abruptly, and then there were bursts of exclamation.

Be careful?

Lu Tuzhi frowned slightly. The next moment, his face suddenly stiffened. He looked at the spear that pierced his right shoulder in disbelief, and then suddenly turned around and stared at the falling cavalry who cast the spear.

"Why..."

A figure jumped up from the ground, but An Bochen pulled out a gun and stabbed him.

Lu Tuzhi's right shoulder was seriously damaged, and it was difficult to lift the iron rod. At the critical moment, he read a word in his mouth. In an instant, the white fire mixed with a few rays of blood flew out of his eyes and shot directly at An Bochen.

In the air, An Bochen is only two or three feet away from Lu Tuzhi. He innocently takes Lu Tuzhi's lower abdomen and goes forward.

Before Jiangguan, the war is nearing the end.

Which is the winner or the loser? Just look at which comes first, the white fire or the silver gun. The Luoyun soldiers looked nervously and prayed silently in their hearts.

However, their hopes were ultimately dashed.

As An Bochen opened his mouth and spit out the purple thunder, scattered the white fire, innocently burst out, piercing Lu Tuzhi's lower abdomen with the power of a spiral, the armor was broken, and the lower Dantian was destroyed.

Two figures fell at the same time. An Bochen stood with a gun. Lu Tuzhi was shaky, trembling, spitting blood, and fell down.

In the battle of Jiangguan, he was killed and bullied the mountain bear Xiahoubo, plotted to kill Lu Tuzhi, and the ten generals of the wilderness would lose two more generals.

Taking a deep breath, An Bochen slowly put on his back and looked at the indistinguishable corpse under the chariot, and only felt very tired.

No matter how tired you are, you have to continue to walk, kill all the way to the southeast, to your Luan Jiao, and pick you up with a smile.

It was getting late, and the waste road at dusk was dyed red. During the dust, the huge Lijiang Pass was rushed over by the chariot. The chariot was under it, and the flying dragon was driving in the sky, rolling up all the way to the next level.

"There is another backhand killing move. What should I use next?"

Sitting cross-legged on the flying dragon, the cold wind raised his long hair. An Bochen quietly looked at the cyan wasteland under the stars and moon. After passing the Zhongji Pass guarded by Lu Tuzhi, another city gate gradually appeared.

Burial Tiger Pass.