Chapter 272 Who is coming

After saying that, Huang Batian was silent for a moment and walked towards An Bochen.

The eye he is blind is the most glorious medal in his life. Naturally, he has to tell his respected opponent.

An Bochen is a descendant, and his cultivation strength is not as good as that of Huang Batian, but he has survived the difficulties again and again. His strength is better than his opponent again and has won the respect of Huang Batian. With those lessons from the past, the general, who was personally ordered by Emperor Kuang, did not despise An Bochen at all. In the moment, he had vaguely regarded An Bochen as the lions, tigers and leopards that he racked his brains to catch when he was a hunter when he was a teenager.

Along the way, in addition to those backhand moves, Huang Batian also found one thing, that is, An Bochen's growth rate is really amazing. Those generals who guarded the seven levels were defeated and died when they died. In the end, they became a stepping stone for An Bochen's sharpening tactics and gun lane. They learned the skills to control the air in the hands of Dian Kui, and won the gun lane battle against Wang Yue... Even Huang Batian is a little curious. If he shoots a real roaring arrow, will he be learned by An Bochen?

Huang Batian will not shoot the real roaring sun arrow. He is not afraid of An Bochen stealing the master. On the one, the other is too powerful. On the other, Huang Batian has a simpler way to kill An Bochen.

When the king of war was Yue, Huang Batian failed to attack an arrow, but An Bochen remembered Huang Batian's arrow and left him seriously injured. During the war with Huafei, Huang Batian's arrow was used by An Bochen and others, which hit Huafei hard, but it also made Huang Batian's image of being only good at arrows more and more profound.

Huang Batian didn't do his best twice. He was not anxious. It was like when he was a teenager, he laid traps all the way in the mountains and fields, weakening the power of the beasts. At the end, those beasts completely fell into the trap, leaving only the last trace of strength to trap the beasts, and he was inevitably killed by Huang Batian.

Huang Batian knows that in his Majesty's mind, this teenager from the southern country has become the most terrible variable, and in fact it is true. Therefore, Huang Batian pretended to only make the bow, and consumed An Bochen's last vitality with an arrow shot at random, which minimized the possibility of variables.

Holding a long knife in his hand, Huang Batian walked out of the dense forest and walked to the teenager who was buried in gasping in the golden sunshine.

If he is more careful, more vigilant, and more patient, he will not ignore the details that are enough to kill him... There is no general who can only use arrows. Maybe it's because he is too tired, and he doesn't sleep all the way, struggling between life and death. How many people in the world can stand it?

The closer to An Bochen, the more distracting thoughts appear in Huang Batian's mind. To kill such a teenager with infinite possibilities, even Huang Batian is inevitably a little excited, which is also a little bit of the regret of the general.

If it hadn't been for him to challenge His Majesty's prestige, it might have been another Lv Fengqi... But without the last hard battle, without the previous hundred battles and hundred defeats, how can he break through Tianpin in such a short time and have the strength to fight against the five tigers?

Anyway, his legend ends here... It's the end of my Huang Batian today!

Standing firmly in front of An Bochen, Huang Batian took a deep breath. Until now, he was still full of vigilance and did not relax at all. As he imagined, although An Bochen stood tenaciously, he could find through his armor that his muscles were trembling, and large beads of sweat dripping from the lower chin of his buried shadow, which was a sign of great loss of vitality. The strength is exhausted, and even the body muscles can't be controlled, let alone continue the fierce battle. In this way, there will be no more variables.

In front of the dense forest, next to the barren road, Huang Batian was finally relieved and held the long knife high. A trace of pity flashed in his eyes.

Every time before the enemy is sentenced to death, Huang Batian will secretly pray to heaven and ask God for forgiveness. He killed people only because he had to do it, not his will. Whether it was the beasts he hunted in his youth, the courtiers he assassinated in his youth, or the famous or unknown soldiers who died in his hands over the years, Huang Batian felt that he was not qualified to take their lives, but in order to continue to live, Huang Batian could only Kill them with pity.

The blade had been raised to the highest point. At this time, Huang Batian suddenly found that the teenager in front of him had raised his head.

There was a strange purple in his eyes, as if he flashed on his pupils. Every time he flashed, An Bochen's eyebrows would suddenly be a day, and his facial muscles twitched uncontrollably. He didn't know how much pain he had suffered.

The vitality is exhausted and the strength is not there. An Bochen seems to have no chance to win. If he does not choose to escape, there is only a dead end. However, every monk will have one last chance in the face of death.

“...... Don't use your own life in the future. Don't fight for a long time in ten days, otherwise..."

When An Bochen saw that the spiral gas column was smashed by Huang Batian, Huo Shenjun's words sounded in his ear again. But now, An Bochen only asked to defeat Huang Batian. When he still had the strength to open his eyelids, he rushed to the front of the sedan chair.

So An Bochen desperately extracted the original life Zhenyuan. The three-way Dantian had just been adjusted by the Fire God King, and it became dry and dry in a blink of an eye. The newborn Zhenyuan was picked up by An Bochen soon, but because it was too rare to revitalize Zhou Tian's four trends and vitality. Just as An Bochen fell into despair, he suddenly remembered that there was still a source of power hidden in his body.

That force is too powerful and too fierce. These days, it has been sealed in the soul by An Bochen. At most, he only occasionally asks the true meaning contained in the power and practices a few thunder skills.

Nine purple beads are rotating in An Bochen's soul body, but they are the thunder beads obtained by An Bochen who survived the nine heavenly disasters that day. The thunder beads have the true meaning of thunder and endless thunder power. However, the power of thunder is too huge. Although An Bochen's soul body has survived the nine thunderstorms, if he releases thunder power in his body, only a trace will destroy An Bochen's meridians and bones. Therefore, An Bochen has never dared to make any attempt until today...

......

Staring at An Bochen, who had a ferocious face and his whole body couldn't help twitching, Huang Batian's heart thumped and faintly sensed a trace of bad.

Is it possible... There are also variables...

Huang Batian didn't dare to think too much. His face was full of pity. He raised his hand and cut it at the top of An Bochen's head.

"Bang!"

The blade cut the forehead of An Bochen** outside the helmet, but it seemed to cut on the thousand-year-old meteorite iron, making a crisp sound.

Huang Batian looked at An Bochen's eyebrows that were hit by him in disbelief. His heart beat wildly. He was cut with a knife, and even his skin was not broken. Was An Bochen a monster?

There was a white fire in his eyes. Huang Batian resisted the panic in his heart, shouted, gathered the vitality of his whole body and poured into his arms. The tip of the knife was raised and fell again!

What made Huang Batian a little gratified was that the blade finally lost half an inch this time, but what he saw next made his back cold again.

It is not bright red blood, but purple light gushing out of An Bochen's eyebrows.

"Boom!"

Huang Batian was stunned, and there was a thunderous roar in his ear. The long knife in his hand was also smashed by the thunder power gushing from An Bochen's eyebrows, and the residue flew around.

The next moment, Huang Batian only felt a sudden pain in his eyes, and the feeling of déjà vu came to his face - darkness, unlike the time many years ago, this time it was completely dark, which overwhelmed him.

Huang Batian, who fell to the ground in pain, did not know that if he did not split the second knife, An Bochen would probably die. Because he was too cautious and decisive, the second knife was cut out. He just cut a gap in the center of An Bochen's eyebrows at Shangdantian, releasing all the uncontrolled thunder power and saving An Bochen, but blinded his own left eye.

The afternoon sun became fragmented in the thunder tide rushing to the sky. An Bochen only released a trace of thunder from the thunder beads, but only one trace almost killed him.

Although it was "helped" by Huang Batian, he saved his life by mistake. However, the nine-day thunder power is, after all, one of the most domineering original forces between heaven and earth. It is difficult for mortals to control. The remaining thunder force surged in the meridians of Anbochen Zhoutian, forcing the original four forces back and replaced them, but it was like a sudden flood, flowing unscrupulously. It hits the meridian acupuncture points. Although the release of thunder power gives An Bochen extremely powerful power in a short period of time, it is bound to destroy the meridians and acupuncture points in the long run.

At this moment, how could An Bochen care about this? He didn't look at Huang Batian, who fell to the ground. He looked up at the sky and roared, running east like lightning.

His movements are a little stiff. Every time he takes a step, his bone joints will uncontrollably emit a twitch, and the severe pain will hit his whole body. Over time, he will gradually become numb and lose the feeling of pain.

......

On the long dirt slope, the send-off team stopped and camped on the spot, waiting for the upcoming welcome team.

Whether it's Yu Linjun or the Sima family's iron riders, or the attendants, everyone breathes a sigh of relief,

This journey can be said to be thrilling. What is shocking is the rumored demonic rebel general of Liu, the chaos caused by Miss Seven from time to time, and even the demons and monsters falling from the sky today. Fortunately, An Bochen still couldn't get there after all. Now that life and death are unknown, Miss Seven seems to accept her fate and stay in the Luan sedan chair obediently, and those demons and monsters have their own masters to deal with.

Stopping on the dirt slope and blowing the afternoon wind, the people in the send-off team only felt refreshed and in a good mood. Occasionally, someone would take a look at the car that was no longer moving and sighed secretly.

If she is willing to marry a delicate girl to Da Kuang's majesty, but if she doesn't want to do it from beginning to end, it will be a little cruel.

As soon as you enter the Hou door, it is as deep as the sea, not to mention the largest and deepest door in the sky.

It's different from everyone in the family sending team. The girl kneeling in the sedan chair did not sigh or feel sorry for herself. On the contrary, she looked more relaxed than everyone else.

"The greedy wolf camp came so fast."

Looking at the flying smoke and dust more than a hundred steps away, Simajin said lightly.

"Have you figured it out?"

The question is naturally the Purple Dragon Girl.

"If you don't want to make it, what else can you do?"

Hearing the words, the purple dragon girl looked at Simajin in a complicated way, as if she was ruling whether her words were true or not. For a long time, the Purple Dragon Girl shook her head, took out the bead chain from her pocket and handed it to Sima Jin: "Since you have made it through, I won't go of my promise."

He didn't say thank you or say anything more. Simajin took the bead chain, looked at it for a long time, and then clenched it in the palm of his hand.

The bead chain is still warm, but her heart is cold.

After all, I still couldn't wait for a miracle or escape the doomed fate.

This face, what is the sky? Whether it is a disaster or a troubled world, even if she doesn't want to, such as Emperor Kuang will not let her go.

But how can Simajin be at the mercy of others?

Now I can only give up this body. The yuan god will not return for seven days, and the body will rot, rotten into a dead bone that no one can recognize. Without her body, her yuan god can only stay in this world for another seven days. Seven days later, if she doesn't find the host or cling to flowers and trees, she will also disappear.

I don't know that at that time, she is still not who she is now... It shouldn't be. Many things that once had can't be recovered, and it can't be the former Simajin.

Her fingertips slid across the bead chain, gentle and nostalgic. Sima Jin took a deep breath, and sadness flashed in her eyes, but there was a light smile at the corners of her mouth behind the mask, which was so beautiful that the star and moon were discolored, but no one could see it.

"It won't be long before you will gradually forget me. Three years is not long, but it's short... It's really short. Unfortunately, that promise can't be fulfilled in my life.

He muttered, and the sadness in his eyes quietly dispersed, and gradually became indifferent and cold. Sima Jin took a deep breath, facing south, and crossed his eyes.

For a long time, the fingers that tightly pinched the bead chain were still reluctant to let go, and Simajin couldn't help shaking her head and smiling bitterly.

"What are you fantasizing about..."

The voice fell, and after a moment, it seemed to respond, and a roar came from the west.

It was not only Simajin. Everyone in the family team turned their heads and looked west, but unlike Simajin, they obviously guessed something with a pale face.

The thunder tide spread from behind the dense forest. From the thunder tide, it was a teenager with broken armor and loose hair. The only thing that could identify him was the silver-white long gun.

The greedy wolf camp is in the north, and the sending team is in the south. The dust is rolling, and the young man holding a silver gun in his backhand finally slowed down.

I don't know if it's too tired or for some other reason. The teenager limped between the two armies, staggering, with his fancy but tattered and blood-stained armor, which was very funny.

No matter how ridiculous it is, who dares to laugh out loud in the face of the crazy dragon general who kills the so-called Guannan Blood Road in the drama?

"Who is coming?"

The old voice sounded, and some trembled uncontrollable.

In fact, there is no need to ask. Everyone knows the answer, but when he saw the teenager who limped to more than ten thousand troops without a pause, Liu Laoxiu couldn't help blurting out.

Through the gradually calming dust, in the sedan chair, Sima Jin looked at the familiar figure down the hillside in disbelief. When the slightly hoarse voice passed thousands of troops and horses and reached her ears, Sima Jin's nose was sore and his eyes were already wet.

......

"Some, An Bochen."