Chapter 252 Invincible

Wang Yue is not only good at swordsmanship, but also swordsmanship.

He relied on his skill to apply the change of swordsmanship to the fullest. Even if An Bochen was in his sword array, no matter the strength and power were far from him, Wang Yue did not have any contempt. He confused An Bochen with the huge power of the epee, and then suddenly collected his strength and tricked An Bochen into stabbing him into the air. In an instant, his sword power was like a tide. He suddenly attacked and knocked An Bochen away.

The lion fighting rabbit also used all his strength. Wang Yue was unrestrained when he was young, and then climbed to the sky. However, he experienced countless ups and downs in the capital palace, and his heart has been honed to old age. The middle-aged man fought to kill the enemy and broke into the name of the five tigers. He was not surprised by the favor and humiliation. In recent years, Lv Feng, in Zhongdu, was depressed and determined to abandon his officials and enter the mountain to practice Taoism. Decades of expedition and killing were like clouds and smoke, polishing a Taoist heart smooth and round. Except for not wanting to see through the outline of the king and minister, everything else was as indifferent as Yunxia in the sky in his eyes. In the face of An Bochen, naturally he would not be born. Proud.

The strength is higher than that of An Bochen, and he can go all out, so that the opponent is the most terrible.

An Bochen flew out, and the dense sword spirit came from all directions. Fortunately, Tiannan cloak and other armor blocked him, and he was not killed on the spot.

Even so, every sword spirit contains a huge force of seven or eight pounds. The power penetrates through the armor, as if a strong needle pierces the bones of An Bochen. Whether the Tiannan cloak or the wrestler's leg are "squeaking" under the sword spirit, they don't know how long it will last.

Swallowing back the blood from his throat, An Bochen rolled up his cloak and swept off the sword spirit. He looked at the old man standing in the sword array, and his eyes rose with feng shui, fire and thunder.

The silver gun shook and swept over a shadow. The tip of the gun emitted a purple cyclone, which instantly condensed into a spiral gas column, with purple thunder as the shell, and the spiral power of the accumulation of feng, water and fire, suddenly bombarded out, and took the king and went away.

At the same time, An Bochen also jumped up, bypassed the spiral gas column, and attacked Wang Yue with a gun.

Although the sword spirit is fierce, after all, it is divided into thousands of paths, and the power and power are scattered. It can't match the spiral gas column of An Bochen's whole body. The dark purple spiral gas column shines with thunder, wrapped in feng shui and fire, and the three forces, crushing the sword qi encountered along the way into powder, and in an instant, there are only five or six steps left from Wang Yue. And An Bochen also killed Wang Yue behind him in a few bounces, and regenerated his new power in Dantian. More than 8,000 catties of huge force disappeared innocently and rotated, stabbed Wang Yue's vest.

Wang Yue was attacked on his back, but he was not in a hurry and looked calm.

In a flash, Wang Yue waved his arm and took a sword flower to meet An Bochen. At the moment when the gun and sword hit each other, the sword flower suddenly bloomed, one, two, three... In a blink of an eye, more than a dozen sword flowers were generated. Each sword flower contained completely different skills. One after another, with the power of An Bochen's spiral gun, it danced gently. If it was like a separation, it was a hidden murder, which trapped An Bochen in the shadow of a heavy sword and could not escape.

The roar of thunder is from far to near, but the spiral gas column breaks through the sword and is heavily blocked, only half a step away from Wang Yue.

At this moment, Wang Yue's lowered eyes finally opened, shouted in a low voice, and his shoulders suddenly shook. More than a dozen sword flowers suddenly condensed into a touch of swords, split the unexpected An Bochen, and then turned around.

Facing the spiral gas column close at hand, Wang Yue exhaled breath, his eyes twinkled, and his long black hair was blown by the cyclone and raised high.

Raise your arms, raise your sword, and split!

An Bochen, who flew backwards, looked at Wang Yue in surprise. He saw that the old man who had been immersed in kendo for nearly 50 years did not have a sword to control the air, nor did he use other magic skills. He just aimed at the spiral gas column and simply split a sword.

The bronze epee is so fast that it has disappeared, and there is no remnant left.

"Miso!"

The spiral gas column wrapped in three forces was split in half by Wang Yue's seemingly simple sword, making a harsh whistling sound and flying to both sides. Wherever it went, the mud and grass flew over, potholes and scorched earth.

After collecting the sword, Wang Yue turned around and looked at An Bochen with a smile: "General An wants to continue to fight?"

Breathing for breath, An Bochen got up, with the tip of the gun hanging on the ground, showing vigilance, but his face was complicated.

An Bochen's spiral gas column is a technique higher than ordinary Taoist skills. He controls the air with gun power and has already entered the Tao with martial arts, but he didn't expect Wang Yue to split with his backhand with only the epee in his hand. The sword seemed to be ordinary, but it was too fast, but An Bochen knew that Wang Yue's swordsmanship had reached the peak of his skills. It seemed to split into the spiral gas column. In fact, a sword cut off the connection between the gun power and the air, as if it were a cow. He cut the spiral gas column in a sword and peeled off the four forces. The epee was not damaged, and An Bochen was defeated.

How to fight... Although this person is not as fierce and domineering as Dian Kui, he is also far away from Dian Kui. He defeated himself without doing his best...

Holding the handle of the gun tightly, An Bochen's face was full of unwillingness.

There are only three towns left from the welcoming team, less than a hundred miles away, but it meets an almost invincible opponent. The distance of a hundred miles and half an hour of flying dragons has become unreachable at this time.

"If you stop here and don't go east, Wang can..."

Looking at An Bochen, Wang Yue said without delay.

Before he finished speaking, An Bochen had already resisted the wind. The silver gun rolled up the thunder, sacrificed a white fire with his left hand, and bombarded Wang Yue in mid-air.

With a sigh, Wang Yue shook his head. He didn't know whether it was sympathy or pity in his eyes. The epee had been inserted into the soil, and his five fingers jumped to pinch out a seal.

With his seal, the sword spirit that was originally crushed by An Bochen was repeated. He flew in the battle, and ten thousand swords were united into a huge sword more than 20 feet long, scratching through the dazzling light and shadow and swept to An Bochen.

The thunder and fire surged, but it was smashed by the giant sword and fell with the momentum. The sword wind turbulently swept An Bochen out.

"Boom!"

The huge sword stood in front of the battle array, with overwhelming momentum. Wang Yue sat in the battle array, looked at An Bochen who fell to the ground with a smile, shook his head and closed his eyes.

This hand alone reminded An Bochen of the Dian Kui he met last night. Dian Kui was invincible except for Lv Fengqi, but if he met Wang Yue, who had reached the realm of kendo and sword skills, he did not know which was stronger or weaker.

An Bochen gasped and stared at Wang Yue, who was meditating cross-legged, and his heart was cold.

Even if An Bochen has the realm of heavenly quality and all kinds of magical power, he can't compete with his casual sword. The oldest of the five tigers guards the lonely town with one sword, as if he has cut off all An Bochen's hopes.

Convince him?

He is so stubborn that he can't even convince himself. How can I convince him?

Kill him?

If I have the strength of Dian Kui, I may kill him.

An Bochen was anxious, and his hands were full of sweat. He looked far beyond the battle array and the three towns behind him. An Bochen could faintly see the smoke and dust. Obviously, he came from Zhongdu or to Beijing to pick up the army to welcome the family.

Emperor Kuang regarded me as a thorn in his side, and knew that I had passed all the way. The army must be a Tibetan dragon and a crouching tiger. If you want to save her, you have to rush to the army. There is only three or four days between the welcoming team and the army... At present, he is trapped in front of the first town.

Looking at the bead chain on his wrist, An Bochen gasped, and his expression gradually became calm and soft.

Maybe there is another way...

Looking at the rising morning sun, An Bochen tried his best to calm down his disordered mood, exhaled long breath, and sat down cross-legged.