Chapter 245 Deserter Crazy Dragon on

No matter who is cruel and forces himself to retreat, he can do almost anything he wants to do.

Almost...

At the juncture of the burial tiger, the high wind played quickly. The young man opened his eyes and looked at the blood of the sun. His eyes were full of light, but he added a trace of regret.

In half a day, An Bochen forced himself to stay in the fairy mansion for six years. He practiced his four vitality without sleep. He was saturated every week and almost broke through. However, just like when he broke through from the fire to the ground, An Bochen encountered the level again. Obviously, he was there, within reach, but he could not break through for a long time.

"The last breakthrough was to use thunder in the battle and break through with the combination of thunder. What should I do this time?"

An Bochen muttered to himself, looking up to the sky and looking at the night that closed again. The moment of day and night alternated was fleeting, and if he missed it, he had to wait until the next day.

There is no teacher, no skills. Although it is hard for a person to practice Taoism, it also has the benefits of a person practicing Taoism. Just like a young wolf who is out of the group, groping alone in the ever-changing wilderness forest, every capture will bring a sense of ecstasy. From nothing, from the unknown to omniscient, it saves its life in the natural disasters and gradually grows up. When it comes out of the wilderness forest, it will be countless more powerful than the wolves in the wolves. .

It's just that every level and every disaster needs to be solved by An Bochen alone. There is no one to guide, which is really painful.

"That's all. After all, the luck is still half short."

Shaking his head, An Bochen swept off the dew on his shoulders and stood up.

He didn't come here just to practice, but to pass the barrier and continue to go east.

Under the dark night, An Bochen looked far into the distance. There seemed to be several streams of beacon smoke and dust in the four directions, wearing night clothes, and he didn't know where to go.

He didn't think much about it. An Bochen picked up his long gun, put the chariot under the city into the bead chain, and jumped up.

Although the six-year practice in the fairy mansion failed to break through the heavenly product, it also refined An Bochen's Zhou Tianshi to saturation, and both the strength and speed were much stronger than before tonight.

The flying dragon drove around a hundred feet at the top of the city. An Bochen only bent his knees and jumped on the flying dragon with the power of his legs. His body was like a shadow, which was really difficult to catch with the naked eye.

Aware that An Bochen had settled down, the Mustang King hissed, flapped his wings, and pulled the huge car to the east. Although the flying dragon can fly to the sky, how high it may fly is determined by the driver's cultivation. No matter what the strength of An Bochen is, his cultivation is only local, so he can only fly under the clouds. Otherwise, he would have driven into the clouds long ago. No matter how many Guanzhen is on the way, he can't stop him.

The roar of the night wind echoed in his ear. An Bochen gently tapped the dragon ball on the right side of the car, sometimes looked at the stars and moon hiding behind the haze, and sometimes looked at the endless wilderness road under the night. His nose sucked shallowly and adjusted his vitality.

In less than half an hour, An Bochen could already see the city gate standing in the middle of the barren road - Luofeng Pass.

However, to An Bochen's surprise, the city gate is red.

There is blood and corpses everywhere, and blood soaked every inch of land, forming a large disgusting dark red mud. The blood ground stretched from the gate to the distance and disappeared between the withered and rotten weeds, as if the whole city was a sea of blood. Countless incomplete limbs, broken heads and broken blades are scattered on it, just like embroidery on the big red carpet brought back thousands of miles away.

The night dome is against the blood, and the wind roars in my ears, and the face is like a knife.

An Bochen looked down indifferently, and his eyes fell on the collapsed city. A word "Wu" could be faintly seen on the falling banner. The general surnamed Wu, who wanted to guard this pass... Xiong Wuba overlord in the East China Sea?

Wu Baguo is a general of Dongyuan Province. He is good at using long guns and a meteor hammer. He is very brave. At this time, he can't see his figure. He was either killed or fled.

As he looked at the corpses above and below Luo Fengguan, An Bochen's heart jumped for no reason.

There are more soldiers guarding the Luofeng Pass than the previous ones. There are more than a thousand soldiers - this is just the corpses that An Bochen can see. More than a thousand corpses are wearing the same costume, and there are no other soldiers and horses. That is to say, the party who broke the barrier was a complete victory, and the method of killing Dongyuan soldiers was almost the same, obviously from one person.

Only one person, single-handedly killed in front of the waiting Luofeng Pass, annihilated more than a thousand iron riders in one fell swoop, and the general guarded the gate was nowhere to be found...

Sud of a sudden, a name came out of An Bochen's mind.

Lv Fengqi?

No... As Lv Fengqi's Wuba Da Kuang, it is impossible to attack these ordinary soldiers. Besides, he has no reason.

Who is the one who broke through the barrier earlier than me?

For a moment, An Bochen fell into deep thinking, and familiar or strange names flashed in his heart, which were rejected by him one by one.

If he is surprised, An Bochen can also kill nearly a thousand soldiers with thousands of cars and boats in the bead chain, but he can't kill thousands of troops alone like that man, scare back the Dongyuan bear and go away.

That's a real enemy of thousands of people!

He looked at the broken wall under his body again, and the night gradually became cold. An Bochen shook his head and calmed down his fluctuating heart.

No matter who took action, his killing saved An Bochen a lot of trouble. At least An Bochen no longer needs to fight with Wu Ba.

"Let's go!"

The tip of the gun gently tapped the buttocks of the Mustang Queen, and An Bochen whispered.

I don't know when the innocence will fall in the palm of his hand and hold it tightly. An Bochen tried his best not to think about the devastation in front of the Feng Pass, but the smell of killing brought by the red blood on the ground made An Bochen awe-inspiring and subconsciously pull out the silver gun.

After more than 20 miles, a corrupt city pass - Tianxi Pass, appeared faintly under the moonlight.

Tianxi Pass, as the name implies, is closed in the west of Tianxia, which is getting closer and closer to the purpose of An Bochen.

Although this city pass was destroyed by gravity, there was no one under the city. That is to say, the people and horses at this pass have been evacuated early, but I don't know whether it's because the general who guarded the pass saw the scene of Luofeng Pass or for other reasons.

Looking at Tianxi Pass, which was destroyed by manpower, An Bochen's five fingers holding the handle of the gun tightened another point.

"Let's go!"

An Bochen said in a low voice, his eyes were like a cold pool, and he did not have a little more joy because he passed two levels in a row. On the contrary, as he got closer and closer to the seventh level, An Bochen's whole body tightened into strings, and his heart beat faster and faster.

An Bochen has been nourished for six hours, or six years, in order to defeat the remaining three bears in one fell swoop and go straight to the southeast. Unexpectedly, a "good-hearted man" suddenly appeared, who used his almost ruthless means to open the way for An Bochen. The famous general, who was highly expected by Emperor Kuang, seemed to be a piece of paper in front of the man, and it was effortlessly broken.

If there is something abnormal, it will be a demon. At the end of the blessing, it will finally see disaster. An Bochen is not the first time to meet such "flying blessing". Naturally, he will not be stupid and secretly happy.

Flying over ten miles, the night clouds in the sky gradually became thin, as if they had been burned out. The stars were destroyed, and the moon was as bright as Shao, shining the deserted night on the earth like the day.

The five fingers are getting tighter and tighter, as if to pinch the handle of the gun, and the palm of his hand overflows with fine sweat. An Bochen can vaguely see the city gate five or six miles away.

What comes faster than the city gate is the earth-shaking wail, which is so miserable that it can make the sky cry.

Involuntarily, An Bochen left the wood collapse, walked to the car, and stood up straight.

What I saw was a quiet city gate. The moment before, there was a sound of mourning. But between the few fingers of An Bochen's flying dragon, the city gate, which was washed red with blood, was silent, quiet and solemn. Not only the bloody soldiers lying motionless, but also the whole Tiannan Pass seemed to be dead.

Then, An Bochen saw him - a back that made An Bochen's hair stand upright.

His upper body emitted silver-white light, as if sucking all the stars and moonlight, but his lower body was a strange fire. The fire dragon swayed and rolled, brighter than the sun. After a closer look, he found that it was the blood flowing from the halberd of his hands. The blood fog on the ground is steaming, and the corpses are hidden, like a dream. The majestic man stands like a mountain, as if he is not killing all the way, but a purgatory demon who has just been born from the sea of blood.

What's more strange is that he did not wear armor or helmets. He was only covered with a white cloth robe, and there was not even a trace of blood on it. The white and flawless robe hunted in the wind, but it seemed to be burning in the sea of fire.

It seemed that he was aware of An Bochen's eyes, and the man turned around.

The bronze face is clearly angular like a knife and an axe. Under the two horizontal eyebrows are the towering nose bridge. In the deep eyes, the brown pupils emitted a sharp light, arrogant, as if they disdain everything. It is extremely indifference. It is the kind of mulberry that An Bochen can only see through the world in his life.

Looking at each other, two pillars of flames suddenly rose in their eyes, staring at An Bochen coldly.

In an instant, crazy murderous intent swept the world.

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(The real battle starts from now on. I hope An Tong shoes can take the girl home for the New Year~)