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The mist was mixed with the biting chill of the condensation of the hardened snow, and the cold wind like an ice pick came wildly, making Lao Li's tense spirit tremble. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info and his strong body contains a vigorous and powerful power, which is the experience he has accumulated from tearing out before.

The quiet Xiting Street, the dazzling red lanterns hanging high, and several figures stretched by the red lanterns, including Lao Li's lonely monomorphic figure. In front of him or behind him, the cold figures in their hands slowly walked towards him, and all he had in his hand was a thick wooden stick. Lao Li felt an inexplicable pride in his heart, he seemed to have returned to the past, to the days when he fought and killed on Xiting Street.

Carrying a long stick, Lao Li rushed forward like an agile cheetah, and his eyes shot straight forward like a condensed sword. He knew his situation, and the outflanking before and after would be more than lucky, but he still had a lot of pride and boiling blood in his heart.

The cold light in the hands of several black shadows in front of him flashed, and they attacked towards Lao Li's vital points, and the footwork of those figures was as steady as the wind, and the blades in their hands were like clouds. I saw that those cold rays came to Lao Li's body in an instant with a sharp sound of breaking the sky, and Lao Li only saw a pair of eyes that showed hideousness, which made him very uncomfortable.

"Zheng, Zheng, Zheng", the long stick in Lao Li's hand blocked the cold light like a dragon going to sea, and after the muffled sound, he suddenly found that the long stick in his hand had a few more gaps. The figure flickered, the cheetah was like an arrow and did not give the other party any chance, the long stick in his hand waved again, and the agitated energy of the break hissed under this cold morning light, but Lao Li was a man, and he was brave enough to block the attack of the black shadows in front of him. And the gap in the long stick in his hand also deepened, like his confident expression, and began to have a dignified color, more and more intense.

The cold thorny wind, like the light of the cold thorns in the hands of those black shadows, the long stick in Lao Li's hand began to crack. He struck a shadow with a stick, only to be slashed in his chest by another shadow. He could clearly smell the pungent smell of his own red blood. With a huge pain in his chest, Lao Li's nerves couldn't help but tremble. The shadows of the sticks that smashed into the sky enveloped him, and the attacks of the black shadows became more and more violent.

The black shadows behind them also pounced immediately, and the cold light of their hands was even more fierce and tricky, and the cold light raised was even more strange than the cold wind that blew wildly at will. There was no other expression in their eyes except for a trace of palpitating cruelty, and the cold light in their hands became denser and denser, and began to weave a large net of death and bloodthirstiness, enveloping Lao Li in it. And the man who was as strong as a mountain began to feel a little weak, and the dancing strength of the long stick in his hand was not as strong as it was at the beginning, and he could only passively block one deadly sneak attack after another.

"Click", Lao Li heard the sound, and his heart couldn't help but sink. The only weapon in his hand had broken into two, half of it was in his hand, and a small one flew a few feet away. His body staggered again, and a black shadow stabbed his left leg with the blade in his hand, and blood splattered wildly. The strong smell of blood permeated the streets, and even the cold wind could not dispel it.

Lao Li was like a beast trapped in a cage, no matter how he struggled, even if the long stick in his hand danced like a sky-shaking aura, he was still surrounded by those black shadows. There was a look of despair in his eyes, but he gritted his teeth and struggled to wield the long stick in his hand to resist the cold handle of the long knife that came from the horde. His resolute face began to turn pale, and his dancing rod slowed down.

At this time, Lao Li was covered in blood, and his body was full of shocking wounds, and trickles of blood splashed out of the wounds on his body like a stream. With a slightly trembling hand, Lao Li's movements couldn't help but stop, he stood the long stick in his hand on the ground, and the black shadows also stopped attacking and continued to attack. In addition to the palpitating cruelty in their eyes, there was also a hint of playfulness, in front of their eyes, the bloody strong man was trapped by their prey, and they were not in a hurry to kill the prey, they wanted to play with the prey slowly.

Such eyes are not unfamiliar to Lao Li, when he had the upper hand, he didn't look at the opponent who was already in the direction with such eyes. There was an endless sadness in my heart, like the cold and biting winter wind that surged wildly, echoing for a long time. The smell of bright red blood flowing from his body was everywhere, so familiar and so strange.

There was a huge pain like a crack on his body, the long stick stood up, and Lao Li's proud body was like the towering pine. His swarthy face began to turn even paler from the loss of blood, and his hands were full of his own hot blood, which had not yet been colded by the cold wind. Dao Dao wounds were like ten thousand blades cutting wildly, and the tearing pain couldn't help destroying his strong body, but he still stood proudly.

"Khitan spies, hahahaha, my Lao Li also earned it today, one is enough, and one earned one by killing two." Lao Li saw the identity of these black-clothed people at a glance, the knives in their hands were not the same as the ordinary knives in the Central Plains, the knives in their hands were slightly curved, and such knives were suitable for killing enemies on horseback. And this kind of knife is also called a saber, which is the usual weapon of the Khitan army.

There were also two or three men in black lying on the street, all of whom were killed by the long stick in Lao Li's hand. And there were still five or six black-clothed people in front of him, Lao Li knew that he couldn't be good today, he didn't expect that the proprietress of the rouge shop would actually be a spy sent by the Khitan into the imperial capital. No wonder, he got drunk last night after only a few glasses of wine, and said a lot of things inexplicably, he knew that he must have said something that he shouldn't have said, and all the secrets came out of his mouth. A trace of guilt and guilt for the Flying Sparrow Camp swept in his heart, and Lao Li knew that such an ending should be the best for himself.

The group of black-clothed people surrounding Lao Li did not answer him, only the whirring wind continued, and the white mist in the imperial capital became thicker. Even the silver-white morning light from the east could not penetrate this misty white mist, let alone expel the increasingly thick white mist.

Lao Li raised his head proudly, looking at the few black-clothed people who were besieging him, his eyes shot a trace of disdain, the Khitans are so brave and capable of fighting, but he never thought that there were still Khitans who were hiding their heads and tails, and those Khitan countries known as the people of the wolf country were nothing more than this in his eyes.

A touch of fish's belly-white light gradually spread from the east, and layers of silvery-white colors poured in from the east. The dark clouds rolling above the sky were also dyed into clouds of leaden white clouds, and the process of turning into white clouds was clearly visible to the naked eye. And the white fog around is getting thicker and thicker, and even the nearby dozens of feet away have begun to become white, and they can no longer see clearly.

"Goodbye, my brother. If there is an afterlife, I, Lao Li, will choose to be a brother with you. Lao Li tilted his head, and two lines of tears slipped across his cheeks. He felt ashamed, but he had no regrets, and his only regret was that he didn't find Alai and lost his brother, what a kind of grief it was. Thinking of Da Liu's last sentence with only two words, is this a brother, even his own situation can be clearly foreseen.

With a look of absolute expression on his face, Lao Li slowly lifted the long stick in his hand, and the blood gushing out of his body began to become cold and cold, just like his desperate heart that fell to the bottom, cold and transparent. The blood in his hands began to coagulate, and the hot blood flowing in his body also began to cool and solidify. Even if he dies, he has to fight to break the net. Maybe it was because of the guilt in his heart, and it was also for the last bit of expectation for his brother, Lao Li's gray eyes shot out a superb light again.

Just when Lao Li was about to die and decided to fight again, several black-clothed people surrounding him suddenly got out of the way. From the road they got out of the way, a person slowly walked in, that person walked like a dragon, like a general patrolling thousands of troops, and like a peerless warrior who returned to the battlefield in triumph, and that person's face gradually became clear in front of Lao Li's eyes.

Lao Li saw clearly the person coming from the black-clothed crowd, and suddenly, there was an unbelievable look in his eyes. With a "boom", his brain suddenly went blank, like a lightning strike. The hand holding the long stick trembled even more, getting worse and worse, and his body couldn't stop trembling, and in addition to the unbelievable unbelief, there was a burst of joy in his eyes.

But when his eyes saw the unscathed, steady footwork of Alai, his first thing was to feel a surge of joy. But that burst of joy was soon awakened by a great pain in the heart like a knife, and the tearing pain that surged in the heart like a thousand arrows piercing the heart was a thousand times more painful than the pain of being cut by a blade just now. Looking at Lai in front of him in a daze, Lao Li's lips moved, and he found that his lips seemed to be stuck with coagulated blood, but he couldn't open them.

The two looked at each other speechlessly, Lao Li seemed to see something in each other's eyes, and he seemed to understand something, but he still stared at each other unwillingly. And the other party's eyes did not show any shame at all, and his face was also normal, but he felt that there seemed to be a few more furrows on the other party's forehead, and the great body seemed to have some rickets.

"Why?" Lao Li finally asked unwillingly, he forcefully parted his lips that were stuck with blood, and he asked the other party in a dull and hoarse tone. He wanted to say it himself from the other party, and he didn't believe that Alai, one of his few brothers, would betray him. They don't know how many life and death tests they have experienced, and they don't know how many knives they have blocked for each other, so they have survived to this point. If it was because of the Flying Sparrow Camp, he could give up the position of commander, and if it was because of the business in the imperial capital, he could give him all of it, but he didn't know why the other party betrayed him, and he wanted to put him to death.

"Because of Feng'er." Alai's bitter voice sounded, and this reason suddenly made Lao Li's heart skip a beat, and a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes. He was very clear about Alai's past, but Feng'er had disappeared in that coup d'état, how could he come back from the dead.

"Feng'er is dead, Alai, wake up. That time I saw Feng'er's body turned to ashes with my own eyes, why don't you believe it. Lao Li said almost in a roaring voice. He didn't understand why the other party would harm him because of a woman who had died.

"She's not dead, what you don't understand, you can't understand at all. In this world, there is only Feng'er alone, and I can betray the whole world. I also saw Feng'er the other night, she didn't die, you know, she is everything to me, after all these years, don't you understand me? Ah Lai showed a hideous face, he grabbed Lao Li's neck and shook it vigorously, and then screamed wildly.

The Lai in front of him gave Lao Li a strange feeling, he had never seen Lai have such a crazy side. There was endless sorrow in his heart, and Lao Li no longer had any worries in his heart. He only felt that he was about to suffocate by Alai's shake, and he no longer had any strength to stop the other party.

"I'm sorry," Lai stopped shaking and said with a choked sob, "If you die, the Flying Sparrow Camp will fall into my hands, and they promised that as long as I take control of the Flying Sparrow Camp, they will give Feng'er back to me." ”

Lao Li finally heard a relieved apology, but before he could be happy, he heard Alai's later sentence again, which made his heart shrink suddenly. At this moment, there was a sudden tearing pain in his chest, and he looked down, only to see that the scarred hand was holding a short blade and stabbing it into his chest.