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Xiong Xiangwu was half-squatted on the ground and looked up at the top of the restaurant. A tall figure stood there, and the bow of the big bow was still shaking. Although it was not as good as Stone Rending Bow, it was a rare hard-tied iron. 【 】
His pupils shrink: “Sick Yellow Tiger!”
Sick Yellow Tiger said: “Camp Master Xiong, this arrow is just a greeting, but I hope you will retreat, otherwise I will blame my heart under the heartless!”
Xiong Xiangwu was shocked by a cold sweat, knowing that Sick Yellow Tiger was not a big talk, only Sick Yellow Tiger was able to shoot with all his heart and others, and others could not be beaten in the air, and it was very likely to be shot on the spot. Divine Archer, who has a good position and hides the sneak attack, is terrible.
Yang Anzhi said: “You really have to be this kid!”
Sick Yellow Tiger said: “Spirit Ginseng is indeed found by Li Qingshan, but has been taken down, cured for many years of dysentery, Sect Leader Yang is looking for the wrong person.” And behind him, stood a dozen Chief Hunter, More than a dozen strong bows.
Suncheer murim, the four heads of the characters, appeared together, only Li Qingshan, or an enemy or friend.
The Iron Fist Gate’s discipline was amazed, and the nearby residents were bold enough to open a window and watch this rare scene quietly.
The torches are blown by the cold wind, Yang Anzhi, Xiong Xiangwu, Liu Hong, Sick Yellow Tiger, Li Qingshan. Everyone’s expressions are flickering, but they seem to be frozen and stagnant. Each has its own The scruples and considerations are related to each other, and no one dares to take it easy.
Li Qingshan suddenly Haha laughed, laughter took the cold wind and spread it far away: “Camp Master Xiong, this is your only chance to kill me, still not doing it? I will kill you personally, the ones under your hand If there is a chance to escape, if I miss today, I will come to the door again to ask for advice, and uproot your Black Wind Camp, one will not stay!”
raving! Everyone present at the scene heard it was a harsh rant.
Black Wind Camp In the Suncheer disaster for many years, Except Horse Rein Village is more than the world, Dragon Gate Sect and Iron Fist Gate are extremely eager to destroy it, but Yang Anzhi and Liu Hong are both in mind, unless the two join hands Have the opportunity, but even if you succeed, you have to pay a heavy price.
Today, Li Qingshan actually said that he would eliminate Black Wind Camp by himself, even if his evaluation of his martial skill is not low, and he feels that he is too arrogant.
Xiong Xiangwu’s face is closer to anger, more and more like a black bear: “Then I will wait for you, if you don’t come, I want Crouching Bull Village to live alone.” Finally, the next sentence: “No matter Who can help you, I have to copy him to destroy the family!” With the people hurried away, Iron Fist Gate disciple flashed open on both sides without blocking, a group of mountain bandit actually looked at the entire Suncheer City, the end is lawless.
Yang Anzhi also picked up lightness art and disappeared into the night. The sound came from far away: “Let’s wait, Li Qingshan, your enemies will be more and more, your death is not far.”
Liu Hong Chong Li Qingshan arched his hand and took people away. The gentry are willing to donate ten times more money, just to let go of the Dragon Gate Sect’s discipline, and don’t let them involve it.
A messy restaurant has become empty, leaving Li Qingshan standing at the window, carrying the Soaring Dragon Sword seized from Yang Anzhi.
Sick Yellow Tiger brought people up, Li Qingshan turned back: “Yellow Chief Hunter, I want to explain!”
The two hunters brought up the bundled Little Black, Sick Yellow Tiger said: “Your Majesty, say!”
Little Black said the reason for the matter, and finally said: “You killed me, I don’t regret it!”
Sick Yellow Tiger is a tough road: “Little Black is what I grew up with. It only blames me for being ineffective. I ask you to spare him this time.” Pull out the waist hunting knife, return a knife and insert your shoulder. .
“Chief Hunter!” Little Black.
“Little Black, there are some things that can’t be done. My Sick Yellow Tiger is killing countless people, never ungrateful, and never even hate it!” Sick Yellow Tiger reached out and behind him, Chief Hunter gave another hunting knife to him. In the hands, Sick Yellow Tiger turned back into the left shoulder.
Little Black’s face is crying, Cross Flow, repentance, from small to large, his respect for this man is more than his father, but now he has to see him scolding himself.
Sick Yellow Tiger puts the hunting knife in his chest.
Three knives and six holes, to death, this is a confession that can be given by Jiang Hu.
One hand firmly grasped the wrist of Sick Yellow Tiger, and the knife could not stab.
Li Qingshan was first horrified, then relieved. “Chief Hunter wants to take things on himself and die again? It’s useless, even if they are suspicious, they will find me.”
Sick Yellow Tiger sighed and walked through Jiang Hu, knowing the horror of the matter. A cheat, a sword, can stir up a Blood Sea on Jiang Hu, the life of those First-Class, even Super First-Class Master, don’t fill it in with money.
Li Qingshan The red mans in the middle of the scorpion disappeared, and a smile came out. It was not a laugh, but a heart-rending boy: “But I am not afraid of them!” This sentence is hearty and confident, not waiting for Sick Yellow Tiger to speak. He continued: “Is my tiger bone wine ready?”
“I will send someone tomorrow!”
Li Qingshan no longer said anything more. He went downstairs and went out to the building. Suddenly, his face was cold and he looked up, and the dark sky floated snow.
A clear shadow flew out of the locust tree and flew beside him.
Li Qingshan said to herself: “I am not afraid of the enemy. I am afraid of betrayal.” I saw Little An looking at him with a sly look. He couldn’t help but smile: “You don’t understand it, you won’t betray anyway. Me, right!”
Little An may not understand the meaning of “betrayal” in Li Qingshan’s mouth, but he understands his expectation and the nod that is too busy.
“Let’s go, it’s not over yet tonight!” Li Qingshan ignited a blazing flame, as if it could melt the ice and snow World.
The old trousers drank an old wine and picked up the charcoal fire in the stove to resist the chill of the winter.
He has not been a mother for a lifetime, and he has been a arsenal for decades. The neighbors have forgotten his name, only remembering his surname Zhang, calling him to be the old Zhangtou, or the old Kushou, and then the surrounding children somehow opened the old pants and the old pants, let him This single-person old man has been smeared with a bit of wretchedness.
The night is already deep. He hasn’t slept yet. He looks back at his life as usual, extracting the most shining parts of his memory and sipping it. As for whether these memories are true or false, just like his name, not only others, but even himself can not distinguish.
“dong dong dong !” A few loud noises interrupted his memories. He opened the door unhappy. “Who is this? Is it so late?” Then I saw a half-year-old boy standing in front of the door and swearing at him. smile.
“County Magistrate Superior Ye, let me come to the arsenal to take a few things, this is the instrument!”
The old trousers are covered in a squat. Although there are many imaginary parts in his memory, at least some of them are real. He really used to be a soldier and saw the scene of a real knife and a murder. Very young and very amiable, but let him smell a familiar atmosphere – murderous aura.
Murderous aura can’t get around. It’s the feeling that a murderer with dozens of lives in the army will have it. If you encounter such an enemy in the battle, the farther you want to leave, the better.
He didn’t even look at the instrument carefully, he took the key and took the lantern and opened the door to the arsenal.
The arsenal gate is as high as Zhang Xu, the pig iron is built, and the thirty-six iron nails are neatly arranged, and a pair of tiger heads hold the iron ring.
The old trousers pushed hard a few times, and Kumen did not move. He shouted: “It seems to be frozen.” I saw the boy put his hand on the cold iron door, gently pushed it, and the iron door opened and walked alone. Into the arsenal.
The old pants are shrinking and waiting outside the door. In the past few years, someone has come to the arsenal for the first time. I don’t know what I want to take? What do you want to do?
Between the thoughts, I only heard the sound of “铿锵” from far to near, a figure stepped out of the arsenal, black black armor wrapped his strong body, filled with the texture of cold and chill, the skirt with his movements.
The old pants stopped breathing and fell to the ground. He recalled the horror on the battlefield. Those cold and fierce figures, as if the next moment, the people in front of him would kill him with a knife.
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