When the last light disappeared into the night, the city gradually fell silent.

Surrounded by heavy troops, Li Baisong was no longer able to fight, the sound of killing in his ears seemed to disappear, and in front of him was the prosperity of Kyoto, the general was obviously injured like a thorn ball, but he showed the warmest smile: "Foolish general... Congratulations to me... Future generations... Bandai..."

He took his last breath and would rather die than die!

The Mongolian people who approached Li Baisong retreated step by step, and when it was confirmed that the enemy general who was as fierce as a vicious beast was finally dead, the marauder released a greedy gaze: This is the head of the Han commander, and it is worth a lot of real money to receive the reward!

Some of them could no longer hold back any longer, shouted and cheered, and with a single step in the air and swung their swords in the air to cut off the heads of the dead bodies.

"Stop!" stopped the crowd at first, and saw the burly Mongolian people bustling out of a wide road, and a thousand-mile Hummer stepped high on the road, the black horse was as bright as oil, and he didn't pay attention to the murderous soldiers on the side of the road, and when he looked at the man on horseback, he could understand why this horse was so arrogant.

"My lord...", the upright Mongolian people brushed down and knelt down in their clothes, the faces of the people on horseback were covered with black beards, leaving only two eyes of a hungry wolf exposed, the strong chest muscles stretched out the tight armor, and on his shoulders were draped in a gray robe made of hunted wolf skin, even if he didn't have to dismount, the majestic figure always showed that this person was more than eight feet, and there were ordinary people's thigh-thick arms grasping a hundred pounds of blood-stained mace, obviously in the battle he ended the lives of many people.

"20,000 remnants of soldiers can withstand 80,000 strong men of my grassland, you deserve my dogon's respect. The rough Mongolian man immediately squinted at Li Baisong, who was kneeling down from the horse, as if to alert the impatient subordinates around him, he tore off the wolf skin robe draped over his shoulders and covered the heads of the people on the ground, and his eyes no longer stayed on the horse and left: "A warrior should have a warrior's death, and he is allowed to be buried!"

In the brightly lit port city, the jackdaw was frightened and hovered in mid-air, but it seemed that no matter what, he could not escape the magic barrier of slaughter.

Looking high at the sky, the bright moon is afraid of the blood buried in the clouds, but such flaws cannot destroy the joy of looting.

Duogun'er jumped on the head of the city, and then walked more than a thousand miles to the center of the Han people, after breaking into the Liao Pass, although the loss was not small, but the result was unexpected, the road ahead was not dangerous to defend, and the days to come should not be as difficult as attacking the port city.

Hmph! The royal capital of the Han people, I will definitely take down Shangfeng Khan!

At the same time, thousands of miles away, Liu Jizong stepped on horseback, and the 30,000 conscripts behind him headed towards the north......

In the ordinary suburbs, Bai Luofeng's body below the neck was buried in the soil, and an old man with a flushed face sat on top of his head, hanging Erlang's legs, holding an old wine gourd in one hand, and Mo Ming in the other, supporting the ground.

"Stinky boy, if you dare to mess around and cause me to spill wine, don't think about it. The old man ignored the disdainful gaze from under his buttocks, and poured the wine directly from between his crotch to Bai Luofeng's wet face, "I said that you haven't seen you kid for several years, and your ability is not much greater, so your temper is not small?"

"Bah! I want you to take care of it!" Bai Luofeng spat upwards, and the wine star stained on the old man's trouser leg, "Old immortal, can't you marry your mother-in-law to wash your clothes? ”

The person on the top of his head didn't seem to listen to sarcasm, rubbed his face with the trouser leg soiled by Bai Luofeng, and sighed with self-pity: "Hey~ You said that the kid who folded the wind is not kind, and I haven't been running for a few years, so I don't know how to come and see me." ”

Lao Er sobbed, and stepped on Bai Luofeng's face and said: "As soon as I saw him, I felt more refreshing than you, look at your long stumbling, if it weren't for the blindness, you would have died under the snow." ”

"Heh, people don't drink this kind of bad wine like you, and the Baihua Brew in Wanhua Valley is not known how many times stronger!"

"What! What do you say!" The sloppy old man bounced up from the "seat", ordinary people couldn't see that an old man could be so flexible, he grabbed the hair on Bai Luofeng's forehead and raised it, and asked in surprise: "That stupid boy went back?"

After that, he threw Mo Ming aside, looked up to the sky with joy, and laughed: "Hahaha, I heard that that thing drank a sip of the race to the immortals, and when I went to the medicine valley, I would let the wind pour into the bath bucket, and the old man I drank while rubbing, hehehe~"

Bai Luofeng rolled his eyes at the crazy back, and his body kept drilling to arch himself out.

Suddenly, the excited old man's laughter stopped, like a disappointed child, and sat back on top of Bai Luofeng's head and said regretfully: "It's a pity that the little girl in the valley has a bad temper..."

"Dead old man, I won't even let you drink tomorrow's wine!" At some point, one of Bai Luofeng's hands broke free from the ground, like a broken river and a sleeping dragon pincer to the waist and abdomen of the old man on his head.

Seeing that he had succeeded, the old man who was indulging in pain seemed to stretch out his hand at random, as if he had inadvertently grabbed Bai Luofeng's wrist and arm, and actually controlled it to hit the ground back, and then struggled to step on it under the soles of his feet and couldn't move.

Bai Luofeng was choked by the smoke and dust, closed his eyes and frowned, raised his throat and coughed, but he still struggled unconvincedly: "If you have the ability, I will go out!

"How far do you think you are from the old way of Gangzhiguan now?" The old man was still pouring wine gourd, I don't know if it was smoke and dust that got into it, and his tone was inadvertently a little bitter.

"It's just a finger..."Bai Luofeng then calmed down, shrugging his head in a dejected manner.

"Is he already that powerful?" the old man smashed his lips and continued to ask, "Where is the old bald donkey of the Void Phase Temple?"

"I don't know, but I've turned into a Buddha. ”

"Oh, good boy...", the folds were like the withered skin of the old roots, revealing relief: "I knew that the infatuated flower monk would one day be able to walk out of a different path from the monks in the temple." ”

At the end, the old man patted his buttocks and got up, as if he disliked the top of Bai Luofeng's head, and then he lightly hooked his fingers, and the cold Mo Ming suddenly came out of the sheath and flew into his hand accurately. Bai Luofeng saw that the sword composed of evil qi and resentment was at the mercy of him, but he did not show the slightest surprise, as if everything was justified.

"You're still relying too much on the sword. The old man's two fingers slashed across the sword body completely, and the ink image that was previously considered a dead thing was injected with vitality and suddenly brightened, "The sword forged without a trace really does not insult him, but with this little effort, don't go to the Demon Suppression Tower..."

The four fingers flipped slightly, and the ink shadow lying horizontally in the palm of his hand churned in the air several times, and finally inserted a few feet in front of Bai Luofeng.

"No matter what you ask me this time, I won't say yes. The old man was disappointed, and his hunched back was as depressed as when he had left and retreated.

"Yang Qinglian is dead..."Bai Luofeng lowered his eyebrows and said lightly, the only reason he could let the person in front of him stay when he knew this sentence.

The old man is like a thunderbolt, and he immediately stays in place.

After a while, Bai Luofeng really thought that he had seen the dawn, but the old man just smiled helplessly: "That's the life he chose, life and death are his own choice, why blame others, I don't need to care..."

"Do you really want to hold on to not repaying your grievances?!"

"If you lose, you will lose, why bother to report back?"

"Me and him, and even the Four Seas Alliance and him, are not only friends in the rivers and lakes!" Behind him, Bai Luofeng tried hard to get out of the ground with his five fingers, and Yang Qinglian's half-cruel torture was vividly in his mind, and he couldn't forget the unwillingness to die when he died.

"He lost, but he didn't lose to the means!" Bai Luofeng was heartbroken, he didn't allow anyone to despise and belittle Yang Qinglian's actions, "He lost to the whole world!"

In the forest, there is only the sound of dew drops falling to the ground, that is, even the wind, birds, flowers, and leaves dare not make a sound.

"So..."The old man put the wine gourd into his waist, looked down at Bai Luofeng, who was in tears at his feet, raised the index finger of his right hand and said: "I'll give you another chance today, as long as you can hurt me once, I'll greet you with you, old man!"

One finger, one sword and song!