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Xiong Xiang Wolf Bèi half-knelt on the ground, and looked up at the top of the restaurant, a tall figure stood there, the bowstring of the big bow in his hand was still trembling, although it was not as good as the cracked stone bow, it was also a rare iron-tired hard bow. (The fastest update speed is on the Aishang Novel Network biquge.info)

His pupils shrank: "Yellow Sick Tiger!"

Huang Yihu said: "Lord Xiongzhai, this arrow is just a greeting, and I hope you will retreat in the face of difficulties, otherwise don't blame me for being ruthless under the arrow!"

Xiong Xiangwu was shocked into a cold sweat, knowing that what Huang Sickhu said was definitely not a big word, if Huang Sickhu shot with all his strength with a certain killing heart, others would not turn well in mid-air, and they would most likely be shot on the spot. A sharpshooter who occupies a vantage point and stealthily attacks is terrifying.

Yang Anzhi said: "You really want to stand up for this kid!"

Huang Yihu said: "The spirit ginseng was indeed found by Li Qingshan, but it has been taken under the administration and cured of many years of chronic diseases, and Master Yang has found the wrong person." And behind him, there were also more than a dozen headhunters and more than a dozen strong bows.

Qingyang Wulin, the four leading figures, appeared together, only for Li Qingshan, or friend or foe.

The disciples of the Iron Fist Gate were all amazed, and the nearby residents were also bold enough to open the first-line windows and quietly watch this rare scene.

The torches were blown by the cold wind, Yang Anzhi, Xiong Xiangwu, Liu Hong, Huang Zhihu, Li Qingshan, everyone's expressions flickered, but they seemed to be frozen, stagnant, each had their own scruples and considerations, and they were involved with each other, and no one dared to make a rash move.

Li Qingshan suddenly laughed, and the laughter rode the cold wind and spread far away: "Lord Xiongzhai, this is your only chance to kill me, and you won't do it?" When I slaughter you with my own hands, those monkeys under your hands still have a chance to escape, if I miss today, I will only come to the door again in the coming day to ask for advice, and uproot your Black Wind Village, leaving no one behind!"

Wild words! Everyone present felt that it was a harsh wild talk.

Heifeng Village has been in turmoil in Qingyang for many years, except for Le Ma Zhuang, which is relatively indisputable, the Longmen faction and the Iron Fist Sect both want to eliminate it, but Yang Anzhi and Liu Hongdu have calculated in their hearts that unless the two join forces to have a chance, but even if they succeed, they will have to pay a heavy price.

Now, Li Qingshan actually said that he would destroy Heifeng Village with his own strength, even if he had a good evaluation of his martial arts, he also felt that he was too arrogant and ignorant.

Xiong Xiangwu's face was even closer to rage, becoming more and more like a black bear: "Then I'll wait for you, if you don't come, I won't be able to survive alone in Woniu Village." In the end, he put down a cruel sentence: "No matter who dares to help you, I will wipe him out!"

Yang Anzhi also carried light skills and disappeared into the night, and his voice came from afar: "Wait, Li Qingshan, your enemies will be more and more, and your death is not far away." ”

Liu Hong arched his hand at Li Qingshan and led people away. The gentry, on the other hand, were willing to donate ten times the amount of silver to suppress the bandits, just to let go of those disciples of the Dragon Sect and not to let them get involved.

The messy restaurant had become empty, leaving only Li Qingshan standing at the window, holding the Flying Dragon Sword captured from Yang Anzhi's hand.

Huang Yihu brought people up, and Li Qingshan turned around and said, "Huang Hunting, I want an explanation!"

The two hunters brought up the sturdy little black belt, and Huang Yihu said, "Kneel down and speak!"

Xiao Hei told the truth of the matter, and finally said: "You kill me, I don't regret it!"

Huang Yihu said with difficulty: "Xiao Hei grew up under my watch, this matter is only to blame for my poor discipline, I ask you to spare him this time." He pulled out the hunting knife at his waist and stabbed it back into his shoulder.

"Headhunter!" said Xiao Hei urgently.

"Xiao Hei, there are some things that can't be done, I, Huang Yihu, have killed countless people in my life, and I have never been ungrateful, let alone take revenge!" As soon as Huang Yihu stretched out his hand, the headhunter behind him handed over another hunting knife to him with a sad face, and Huang Yihu inserted his hand back into his left shoulder.

Xiao Hei's face was full of tears, mixed with regret, since he was a child, he respected and worshiped this man more than his father, but now he has to watch him be stabbed for himself.

The Yellow Sick Tiger stuck his hunting knife only in his chest.

Three knives and six holes, with life to fate, this is what a person in the rivers and lakes can give.

One hand firmly grabbed Huang Sickhu's wrist, and the knife couldn't be stabbed.

Li Qingshan was stunned at first, and then relieved, "The headhunters want to take the matter on themselves and then die? It's useless, even if they are suspicious, they will find me." ”

Huang Yihu sighed heavily, he who had walked through the rivers and lakes knew the horror of this matter. A cheat book, a sword, can stir up a sea of blood on the rivers and lakes, and the lives of those first-class, or even super-first-class masters, don't need money to fill in it.

The red glow in Li Qingshan's eyes disappeared, and he actually showed a smile, not laughing wildly, but as hearty as an ordinary teenager: "But I'm not afraid of them!" This sentence was hearty and confident, and without waiting for Huang Yihu to remind, he continued: "Is my tiger bone wine ready?"

"I'll send it tomorrow!"

Li Qingshan didn't say anything more, walked downstairs by himself, and when he came to the outside of the building, he suddenly felt a coldness on his face, raised his head, and snowflakes floated in the dark sky.

A wisp of shadow flew out of the locust wood card and flew beside him.

Li Qingshan said to himself: "I am not afraid of the enemy, what I am afraid of is betrayal." I saw Xiao An looking at him with an ignorant face, and couldn't help laughing: "You don't understand, you won't betray me anyway, right?"

Xiao An may not understand the meaning of "betrayal" in Li Qingshan's mouth, but he understands the expectation in his eyes and nods busily.

"Let's go, tonight isn't over yet!" Li Qingshan's eyes lit up with raging flames, as if he could melt this ice and snow world.

The old trousers took a sip of the old wine and picked up the charcoal fire in the stove to ward off the pervasive winter chill.

He has no mother-in-law in his life and has been an arsenal guard for decades. The neighbors forgot his name, only remembered his surname Zhang, and called him Lao Zhangtou, or Lao Kutou, and then the surrounding children somehow called the old pants and old pants, making him, an old man who has been single all his life, a little obscene.

The night was already very deep, and he had not yet slept, looking back on his life as usual, ruminating the most shining parts of his memory, and chewing repeatedly while he was drinking. As for whether these memories are true or false, just like his name, not only others, but also himself cannot tell.

"Knock knock!" several loud noises interrupted his memory, and he opened the door unpleasantly, "Who is it? so late?" and then saw a half-grown teenager standing in front of the door, smiling apologetically at him.

"Lord Ye, let me come to the arsenal to get a few things, this is a paperwork!"

The old pants were full of water, although there were many vanity parts in his memory, but at least some of them were true, he had really been a soldier and fought a war, and had seen scenes of real swords and real guns, although the young man in front of him was very young and kind, but he smelled a familiar breath - murderous aura.

The murderous aura lingers, that is the feeling that only a fierce soldier in the army who has dozens of lives in his hands will have, if he encounters such an enemy in the battle array, he must stay as far away as possible.

He didn't even look closely at the paperwork before he shuddered and removed the key, picked up the lantern, and opened the door to the arsenal.

The gate of the arsenal is as high as a zhangxu, made of pig iron, thirty-six iron nails are neatly arranged, and a pair of tigers are holding iron rings.

The old trousers pushed hard a few times, but Kumen didn't move, and he said, "It seems to be frozen." I saw the young man put his hand on the cold iron door, and with a slight push, the iron door suddenly opened, and he stepped into the arsenal alone.

The old trousers shrunk and waited outside the door, for the first time in the past few years, someone had come to the arsenal to pick up something, and he didn't know what he wanted to take? What did he want to do with it?

After thinking about it, only listening to the sound of "sonorous" from far to near, a figure stepped out of the arsenal, and the black armor wrapped his sturdy body, full of cold and murderous texture, and the skirt armor swayed with his movements.

The old trousers' breath stagnated, and he sat on the ground, he recalled the horrors on the battlefield, those cold and fierce figures, as if the next moment, the person in front of him would swing a knife and kill him.

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