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Xiong Xiangwu knelt on the ground awkwardly, and suddenly raised his head to look at the top of the restaurant. There was a tall figure standing there, the bowstring of the big bow in his hand was still trembling, although it was not as good as a crossbow, it was also a rare iron-feeted hard bow.
His pupils shrank: "Sick tiger!"
Huang Binghu said: "Master Xiong, this arrow is just a greeting, and I hope you will retreat in the face of difficulties, otherwise I can't blame my arrow for ruthlessness!"
Xiong Xiangwu was shocked in a cold sweat, knowing that Huang Binghu was not talking big words. If Huang Binghu made a full shot with a will to kill, others would not turn around in the air, and he would most likely be shot on the spot. A marksman who occupies a favorable position and concealed a sneak attack is really terrifying.
Yang Anzhidao: "You really want to stand up for this kid!"
Huang Binghu said: "Li Qingshan found the ginseng, but it has been taken by me. After years of curing the chronic disease, Yang Zhangmen found the wrong person." And behind him, there were also a dozen headhunters standing, more than a dozen headhunters. A strong bow.
Qingyang Wulin, the four leading figures, appeared together, only for Li Qingshan, either an enemy or a friend.
The disciples of the Iron Fist Sect all looked in awe, and the residents nearby were bold enough to open a line of windows and quietly watch this rare scene.
The flurry of torches blown by the cold wind, Yang Anzhi, Xiong Xiangwu, Liu Hong, Huang Binghu, Li Qingshan, everyone’s expressions light up and down, but they seem to be frozen, stagnant, and each has its own scruples. And consider, involve each other, no one dares to take action easily.
Li Qingshan suddenly laughed, and the laughter spread far and wide in the cold wind: "Villa Xiong, this is your only chance to kill me. Don't you do it? When I kill you by myself, there are still those hunks under your hand. If you miss the opportunity to escape today, I will just come to ask for advice in the coming day and uproot your Heifengzhai, leaving no one behind!"
raving! Everyone present felt it was harsh cynicism.
Heifengzhai has been in trouble in Qingyang for many years. Except for the relatively incontrovertible Chalemazhuang, the Longmen School and the Iron Fist School both desperately want to wipe it out, but Yang Anzhi and Liu Hongdu thought it all together. Opportunity, but even if it succeeds, it will have to pay a heavy price.
Now, Li Qingshan actually said that he would eliminate Heifengzhai with his own power. Even though he had a high evaluation of his martial arts, he felt that he was too arrogant and ignorant.
Xiong Xiangwu's face was even closer to anger, and it became more and more like a black bear: "Then I will be waiting for you. If you don't come, I will not be able to survive alone in Wo Niu Village." Finally, he said, "No matter who you are. If anyone dares to help you, I will ransack him and exterminate the clan!" With the people and horses hurried away, the disciples of the Iron Fist Sect stepped aside and did not stop them. A group of bandits turned the entire Qingyang City into nothingness, and they were lawless.
Yang Anzhi also picked up his light work and disappeared into the night, with a voice from afar: "Wait, Li Qingshan, you will have more and more enemies, and your death date is not far away."
Liu Hongchong and Li Qingshan arched his hands and took the people away. The gentry are willing to donate ten times the silver of the bandit, just to spare the disciples of the Longmen faction, and don't let them get involved.
The messy restaurant has become empty, and only Li Qingshan is standing at the window, holding the flying dragon sword seized from Yang An's hand in his hand.
Huang Binghu brought people up, Li Qingshan turned around and said: "Huang headhunter, I want an explanation!"
The two Orion brought up the sturdy little black belt, and said, "Kneel down and say!"
Xiao Hei confided in the whole story, and finally said: "You kill me, I don't regret it!"
Huang Binghu said with difficulty: "Xiao Hei grew up when I watched it. This incident is only to blame on my poor discipline. I ask you to spare him this time." Pulling out the hunting knife from his waist, turning his hand back and inserting it into his shoulder. .
"Headhunter!" Xiao Hei said anxiously.
"Xiao Hei, there are some things that I can't do. I have killed countless people in my life. I have never been ungrateful, and I have never avenged my gratitude!" As soon as Huang Binghu stretched out his hand, the headhunter behind him gave another hunting knife to him with a painful expression. , Huang Binghu inserts his hand back into his left shoulder.
Xiao Hei's face was weeping, with mixed regrets and regrets. Since childhood, his respect and admiration for this man is better than that of his father, but now he has to see him get a knife for himself.
Huang Binghu put the hunting knife only in his chest.
Three knives and six holes, with fate for fate, this is what a person in the world can give.
One hand firmly grasped Huang Binghu's wrist, and the knife couldn't go through.
Li Qingshan was startled at first, and then relieved, "The headhunter wants to take the matter to himself and die again? It's useless, even if they are suspicious, they will come to me."
Huang Binghu sighed heavily. He who walked through the rivers and lakes knew how terrible it was. A secret book and a sword can stir up a sea of blood on the rivers and lakes. The lives of first-class and even super-class masters should not be filled with money.
The red light in Li Qingshan’s eyes disappeared, and a smile appeared, not laughing wildly, but as hearty as an ordinary teenager: "But I am not afraid of them!" This sentence was hearty and confident, without waiting for the Huang Binghu to remind him. He continued: "Is my tiger bone wine ready?"
"I will deliver it tomorrow!"
Li Qingshan didn't say anything any more, Wu Zi went downstairs and came outside. Suddenly, he felt cold on his face, raised his head, and snowflakes floated in the dark sky.
A wisp of clear shadow flew out from the sophora wood sign 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 Xiaoan looking at him ignorantly, and couldn't help laughing: "You don't understand after you said it, anyway, you won't betray me. Right!"
Xiao An might not understand the meaning of "betrayal" in Li Qingshan's mouth, but she understood the expectation in his eyes and nodded hurriedly.
"Let's go, tonight is not over yet!" Li Qingshan's eyes ignited a raging flame, as if it could melt the world of ice and snow.
The old trousers took a sip of the old wine and set off the charcoal fire in the stove to resist the pervasive winter chill.
He has no wife in his life, and has been an arsenal guard for decades. The neighbors all forgot his name. They only remembered that his surname was Zhang. They called him to be Lao Zhang Tou, or Lao Ku Tou, and then the children around somehow called the old trousers and the old trousers to tell him This old man who has been single for a lifetime is plainly contaminated with a bit of insignificance.
It was late at night, and he hadn't slept yet, looking back on his life as usual, extracting the brightest parts of his memory like a rumination, and chewing repeatedly while drunk. As for whether these memories are true or false, just like his name, not only others, but he can't even tell.
"Boom, boom, boom!" A few loud noises interrupted his memory, and he opened the door unhappily, "Who is it? It's so late?" Then he saw a half-old boy standing in front of the door, apologizing to him. Smile.
"Master Ye, the magistrate, let me come to the arsenal to pick up a few things, this is a document!"
The old trousers shrank. Although there are many imaginary parts in his memory, at least part of it is real. He has really served as a soldier and fought in wars. He has seen scenes of killing people with real swords and guns. Although the young man in front of him is He was very young and kind, but it made him smell a familiar breath-murderous aura.
Murderous spirit lingers, that is the feeling that the army has dozens of lives in the hands of fierce soldiers and warriors. If you encounter such an enemy in the battlefield, you must stay as far away as possible.
Without even looking at the document carefully, he shivered and took the key, picked up the lantern, and opened the door of the arsenal.
The gate of the arsenal is up to ten feet high and is made of pig iron. Thirty-six iron nails are neatly arranged, and a pair of tigers hold the iron ring.
The old trousers pushed hard for a few times, but Kumen didn't move. He said, "It seems to be frozen." I saw the young man put his hand on the cold iron door and pushed it lightly. The iron door opened suddenly and stepped on alone. Into the arsenal.
The old trousers curled up and waited outside the door. In the past few years, it was the first time someone came to pick up something from the arsenal. I don't know what he wanted to pick up. What do you want to do
After thinking about it, only listening to the "clang" sound from far to near, a figure stepped out of the arsenal, and his sturdy body was wrapped in black profound armor, full of cold and solemn texture, and his skirt swayed with his movements.
The old trousers stopped breathing and sat on the ground. He recalled the horror on the battlefield, those cruel and fierce figures, as if the next moment, the person in front of him would slay him with a knife.
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