Chapter 263 Trick, Defeat Huafei

"Miso!"

The bow string fell, and the golden arrow tore through the air, like a fierce beast running under the air. I couldn't see its whereabouts, but I could feel the fierce breath that burned and melted the air. It was emitted from the northeast of Central Plains Town. Before the string sounded, the arrows had been bombarded under the dark clouds of An Bochen and Hua Fei fighting.

"It's finally over."

Put the bow and hang it back to his waist. Huang Batian muttered and breathed a sigh of relief.

He used ten successes with that arrow. Not to mention sneak attacks, he is a battlefield fighter. He is facing the enemy, and there are only a few people in the world who can block it.

Huang Batian thought so and was about to turn around and leave. At this moment, the black wind dispersed, and Huang Batian's face suddenly stiffened.

The teenager with a blue shirt and silver gun came out in a good time. He seemed to have known the existence of Huang Batian for a long time, but he even looked at the northeast, and Shi Shiran arched his hand.

And the golden arrow did not fail. There were only two people in the black wind. Since it did not hit An Bochen, the arrow naturally hit Hua Fei.

In front of the Central Plains Town, the wind blows sand and dust, and the grass is lonely.

The tiger from Zhongdu Lvfeng knelt on one knee and gasped heavily. His left hand was bloody, and the palm of his hand was holding a golden arrow tightly. The tip of the arrow was inserted into his chest for two inches, and the blood flowed out to dye the thick black chest hair red. Huang Batian secretly casts a cold arrow, and it is also a ten-tenth power, as strong as Huafei.

Fortunately, Huang Batian's arrow attracted the air, and Huafei finally noticed it in a moment, but he didn't have time to use a knife. He withdrew his left hand and grabbed the hilt when the golden arrow entered his chest for two inches. The fierce arrow force cut Huafei's palm. Although the tip of the arrow was only two inches into the meat, the arrow force was **, hitting Huafei's chest.

After the initial calm, Hua Fei's body trembled and spit out a mouthful of black blood.

And Huang Batian in the distance has already been stunned and his face is full of disbelief.

Huang Batian waited for a good opportunity and thought about it in various ways. In the end, he still fell into the trap of An Bochen and the other three people.

There must be an injury when the two tigers compete with each other. As early as on the way to Zhongyuan Town, An Bochen and the other two have been negotiated. If Huafei is too powerful and the three of them can't deal with it together, they can only use Huang Batian's roaring arrows to kill him.

An Bochen looked at Hua Fei, who had not been up for a long time, and then looked at Zhang Bushi, who was on the way, with a smile. Zhang Bushi's move worked, and he was quite satisfied, but when the two looked at Wu Hua, they were stunned at the same time.

In the distance of the barren road, the young monk stood upright and did not move. It was because he did not want to move, but his body was stiff, like a clay sculpture, and he could not take a step for a long time.

Since leaving Qingtian Temple, Wuhua has used Tianmu more and more frequently.

Tianpin monks need to sacrifice white fire in their eyes in order to open up the heavenly eyes in their eyes and display the magic power of the heavenly eyes. It is also Tianmu, but it is born with no glory. It is mysterious inside, which can't be compared with Tianpin monks.

However, the power contained in the eyebrows is too huge, the mystery is infinite, and the non-heavenly realm cannot be supported.

Wuhua's cultivation is still stagnant in the earth. According to reason, it is the limit to use it once every ten days. However, after he came out of the Qingtian Temple, he was like a run-of-handed wild horse. He completely forgot the advice of his master, who is also the monk of the State of Qin. In just a few days, he has used his magic power for more than three times.

This move is very charming. Although the shapeshift is named after the Qingtian Temple, it is hidden in the eyes of heaven, and there is no divine power that Hua was born to meet.

He may not be able to use it out of his life. Wuhua can feel that a lot of skills are hidden in his eyebrows. Most of them are high and far away, and can only be seen, but can't be touched. But for this battle, in order to kill the winged tiger Huafei in the Central Plains Town with the help of Huang Batian's hand, Wuhua had to do his best to get the magic power.

The sky is falling. Shifting - Taking the heavenly eyes as the mirror, the figures of An Bochen and Hua Fei are exchanged. At least in Huang Batian's eyes, An Bochen is Hua Fei, and Hua Fei is An Bochen.

An Bochen is used as bait, Zhang Bush sacrifices to the black wind as a cover, and Wuhua opens the heavenly eye to use the magic power of shifting.

When Wuhua volunteered to ask for it, An Bochen and Zhang Bushi had no objection. They only thought that the magic power was easy for Wuhua. At this time, it seemed that the two had just found a big mistake.

"Wo Hua, you..."

An Bochen said with concern on his face. Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Wuhua.

Wuhua's face is as stiff as his figure, and his handsome face is like marble, tight, and there is no expression.

"Kill! If you don't kill, there will be endless troubles.

Even if his whole body is stiff and unable to move, Wuhua's murderous heart is still undiminished, or for some reason, his eyebrows are open, and his eyes are scarlet like blood from the whites to his pupils, tyrannical and ferocious, and even his nature suddenly becomes particularly murderous.

An Bochen was stunned and looked back at Hua Fei, who was struggling to get up, and did not do anything.

Everyone in the world knows the relationship between Huafei and Lv Fengqi, and An Bochen naturally knows it. An Bochen can kill seven bears and Wang Yue, but he can't kill Hua Fei. If he kills Hua Fei, it is equivalent to sending his life to the square sky painting halberd. An Bochen understands this truth, Zhang Bushi understands it, and Wuhua should also understand it.

In the light, An Bochen saw Zhang Bushi suddenly tear off a large piece of sackcloth from the cuffs and walk to Wuhua's side. He slapped it off and pressed Wuhua's forehead with sackcloth to cover his eyebrows.

The bloody eyes faded, and Wuhua staggered, and there was a look of sleepiness in his eyes. Then he staggered into Zhang Bushi's arms and couldn't sleep.

Zhang Bushi's face is sad. It's not good to let go. It's not good to continue to hold him. In short, his face is full of embarrassment.

The bowman on the northeast hillside has disappeared, and I don't know when it will appear again. An Bochen withdrew his left eye and stared at Hua Fei on the opposite side. He was brewing a speech, but he saw Hua Fei suddenly pulling out the golden arrow, and the blood beads came out of the wound and dyed the dead grass red.

"The disaster of blood and light... Is this the result you calculated?"

With his arms hard, he folded the golden arrow into two and threw it behind him heavily. Hua Fei turned to the north and laughed hysterically. In the end, his voice gradually lowered and swam in the warm wind that became hot at noon.

"However, I am the person from Lv Fengqi. Even if I lose, I will be humiliated at most. For your sake, no one in the world dares to touch me."

Hua Fei laughed at himself and withdrew his eyes. At the moment, the tiger's eyes were gloomy, his cheeks were lightless, and he seemed to be more than ten years old.

In the competition with Qiyun, Huafei is still at a downfall after all. The battle of Zhongyuan Town is a rare defeat in his life. Huafei is not a victorious general. He has also lost, but he has never lost so humiliatingly, because every time he is defeated, there will be a steed horse, a halberd from behind, piercing his enemy through his belly and picking up the sky. Even if Huafei is defeated, he is proud.

It is the first time to defeat such a humiliating defeat as today, but it will never be the last time.

Hua Fei shook his head with a smile, and his left hand covering the wound was trembling. Blood overflowed from his fingertips, and he dyed his whole hand red at a young time.

"What are you doing here? Why don't you rob your woman?"

Raising his head, Hua Fei looked at An Bochen with a tired face, but he still laughed and said, full of self-deprecation.

He arched his hand towards Huafei. An Bochen did not say anything and looked far into the distance. After passing the Central Plains Town, he could faintly see several roads of smoke and dust, and soared straight from the northeast, north and northwest to Guannan Weidi. In the north of Wei, 8,000 horses surrounded by a beautiful palace-like sedan chair, all the way to the north.

His heart beat fast. An Bochen subconsciously clenched his fists, and his pale face was slightly bloody.

After passing Zhongyuan Town, it is Yima Pingchuan. Although there is a large army in the welcoming team, the threatening famous generals are either defeated, injured, killed, or gone without a fight, and there are fewer and fewer obstacles between them.

There was a heavy footsteps in his ear. An Bochen looked back, but Zhang Bushi hugged Wuhua and came over with a red face.

"Brother Ann..."

"Brother Zhang, let's take care of the flowers first. It's strange that it's suddenly cloudy at noon.

An Bochen said, looking at the sky, he saw a trace of dark clouds slowly floating, covering the red sun, accumulating more and more, as if to crush the humble wasteland under the Tianxia.

Zhang Bushi also knew that he took Wuhua to rob people with An Bochen, which would only become a burden. He nodded and said goodbye to An Bochen.

An Bochen went east, Zhang Bushi went west, and the seriously injured Hua Fei staggered and walked north with a long knife.

The dark clouds are rolling, and the sky is dim.

The cold wind rises from the north, roaring across the wasteland, pressing the dead grass into waves, undulating.

I don't know why, the more An Bochen walked, the more he felt that something was wrong. As the sky became more and more gloomy, the cold wind became more and more rapid. An Bochen's heart fluttered and looked back suddenly.

Zhang Bushi, who was in the west of the barren road, seemed to be aware of it. His body stiffened, and he stopped at the moment when An Bochen turned around and turned his head to look at the same time.

Across the lonely road of three miles, withered yellow grass leaves, An Bochen and Zhang Bushi looked at each other from a distance, and a trace of surprise flashed in their eyes at the same time.