Legend of the Great Saint

The bear knelt halfway down to the wolf and looked up to the top of the liquor building. A tall figure stood there, and the bow string of the big bow in his hand was still trembling, even though it was less than a fissile bow, it was also a rare iron tire hard bow.

His pupils shrunk: "Yellow Sick Tiger! ”

Huang Si Tiger said: "Master Kuanzhai, this arrow is just a greeting, and I hope that you will retreat from it. Otherwise, no wonder I have no mercy for the arrow! ”

Bear sweats cold at Wu, knowing that Huang Si Tiger is absolutely no big deal, only Huang Si Tiger can be shot in the spot if he strikes with the heart of necessity, others are weak in the middle of the sky. It's horrible to have a sneaky shooter in a vantage point.

Yang An Zhi: “You really want to show up for this kid! ”

Huang Si Tiger: “Ling Jin was indeed found by Li Qingshan, but it has been taken by me. After many years of curing illness, Yang Zhangmen found the wrong person.” Behind him stood a dozen hunting heads and a dozen strong bows.

Qingyang Wulin, the four leading figures, appeared together, only for Li Qingshan alone, or enemies or friends.

The disciples at the Iron Fist Gate were all amazed, and the residents of the neighborhood, bold enough to open a line of windows and watch this rare scene quietly.

The fire torch was blown by the cold wind, Yang An Zhi, Kung Xiangwu, Liu Hong, Huang Si Hu, Li Qingshan, everyone's expression was suddenly dark, but it seemed frozen, stuck, each had their own concerns and considerations, involved each other, no one dared to do it easily.

Li Qingshan suddenly laughed and laughed in the cold wind. It spread far away: “Master Bear, this is your only chance to kill me, why don't you do it? When I kill you myself, you still have the chance to escape. If you miss today, I will only come to the door to teach you to uproot your black wind, one by one! ”

Everyone in this room sounds like a thrill.

Blackwind Village has been in turmoil in Qingyang for many years. Except for the relatively indisputable nature of Chulemachuang, Dragon Gate and Iron Fist Gate are eager to destroy it, but Yang An Zhi and Liu Hongdu have combined their hearts. Unless the two have a chance, even if they succeed, they will pay a heavy price.

Today, Li Qingshan said he wanted to destroy the Black Wind Village with his own strength. Even if he was not undervalued for his martial arts, he felt he was too arrogant and ignorant.

The face of the bear toward Wu is even closer to fury, more like a black bear: “Then I will wait for you. If you do not come, I will not be able to survive alone in Bull Village.” Finally, a harsh word: "Whoever dares to help you, I will destroy his family!” Leaving in a hurry, the disciples of the Iron Fist Gate flashed open on both sides without stopping, and a group of bandits actually looked at the whole city of Qingyang as nothing, ending in lawlessness.

Yang An Zhi also carried light kung fu, disappeared into the night, the voice came from far away: “Wait, Li Qingshan, your enemies will grow more and more, your death is not far away. ”

Liu Hong arched Li Qingshan and took people away. And the gentlemen would donate ten times as much bandit silver as the Dragon Gate disciples, and leave them out of it.

A wretched wine building has become empty, leaving Li Qingshan standing in the window with the Feilong sword captured from Yang An's hand.

Huang sick tiger brought people up, Li Qingshan turned back: “Huang hunting head, I need an explanation! ”

Two hunters will come up with sturdy little black belts, yellow sick tiger: “On your knees, say it! ”

Blackie said the reason for the incident, and finally said, "Kill me, I don't regret it! ”

Huang Si Tiger said: “Xiao Kuo is the one who watched me grow up. I only blame him for my lack of discipline. I ask you to spare him this time.” Pull out the lumbar hunting knife, pull back a knife, and insert your own shoulder.

“Head hunter!” Little Black Express.

“Blackie, there are things I can't do. I have killed countless people in my life. I have never been ungrateful, and I have never been grateful for revenge!” As soon as Huang Si Tiger reached out, he handed him another hunting knife with a painful face behind his head, and Huang Si Tiger inserted his hand back into his left shoulder.

Tears streamed across his little black face, regretting the crossing. From a young age, he admired this man more than his own father, and now he wants to see him get knifed for himself.

The yellow tiger inserted the hunting knife only into his chest.

Three swords and six holes, against life, that's what a man in the river and lake can give.

One hand firmly grabs the wrist of the yellow tiger, and that knife cannot be stabbed.

Li Qingshan was stunned first, then released, "The hunter wants to put things on himself and die again? It's useless, even if the letter will be doubtful, they will come to me. ”

Huang Si Tiger sighed and walked past him, knowing the horror of the matter. A secret book, a sword, can stir up a sea of blood on the river and lake, the lives of the best, even the best, don't fill it like money.

Li Qingshan's eyes disappeared and revealed a smile. Instead of laughing furiously, he was as refreshed as an ordinary teenager: “But I'm not afraid of them!” The phrase was refreshing and confident, and without waiting for the yellow tiger to say anything, he continued: “Are my tiger bones ready? ”

“Tomorrow I'll have it delivered! ”

Li Qingshan stopped saying anything more. He walked downstairs and came outside. He suddenly noticed that his face was cold. He raised his head and the dark skies floated with snowflakes.

A clear shadow flew out of the acacia and danced beside him.

Li Qingshan said to himself: “I am not afraid of the enemy, I am afraid of betrayal.” I can't help but laugh when I see Xiao An staring at him with a clear face. "You don't understand either, you won't betray me anyway, do you? ”

Xiao 'an may not understand the meaning of “betrayal” in Li Qingshan's mouth, but he understands the expectations in his eyes and nods constantly.

“Let's go, it's not over tonight!” Li Qingshan's eyes lit the flame of a bear, as if it could melt the world of ice and snow.

The old pants drank a sip of the old wine and opened the charcoal fire in the stove to withstand the impenetrable chills of winter.

He spent decades guarding the arsenal without a woman in his life. Left and right neighbors forgot his name, only remembered his last name Zhang, all called him to be old Zhang, or old Ku, and then the surrounding children somehow opened up the old pants and pants, making him a single old man for the rest of his life, plain and white with a few dirty meanings.

The night was already deep, he was not asleep, looking back on his life as usual, and he chewed the brightest parts of his memory repeatedly while he was still drinking. And as for whether these memories are true or false, just like his name, it's not just the other person, it's not even him.

“Boom, boom, boom!” A few loud noises interrupted his memory. He opened the door uncomfortably. "Who is it? So late?” Then I saw a half-aged teenager standing in front of the door, smiling at him with apologies.

“Lord Yip, let me pick up a few things from the arsenal. This is a document! ”

The old pants were full of brimstone. Although there were many vain parts of his memory, at least some of them were real. He had really been in the war and had seen the scene of a real knife shooting. The young man in front of him was very peaceful, but let him smell a familiar smell - killing.

Killing does not haunt you. It is the feeling of a fierce soldier with dozens of lives in his hands. If he encounters such enemies in the battlefield, he must stay as far away from them as possible.

Without even looking closely at the paperwork, he shook down the key, picked the lantern and opened the armory door.

The armory door is as tall as Joshua, made of raw iron, with 36 nail rows neat and tidy, and a pair of pediatric tigers titled Iron Rings.

The old pants were pushed a few times hard and the Kumen thread did not move. "It seems to be frozen.” The teenager put his hand on the cold iron door and pushed it gently. The iron door opened and stepped into the arsenal alone.

Old pants shrunk and waited outside the door, for the first time in years, someone came to the arsenal to pick something up, don't know what they wanted? What do you want to do with it?

Between the thoughts, only the voice of "Qing" was heard from far to near, a figure stepped out of the arsenal, the black Xuan Armor wrapped his robust body, full of cold killing texture, the skirt armor swayed with his movements.

With his old pants breathing stagnant and falling to the ground, he recalled the horrors on the battlefield, those cruel and fierce figures, as if the next moment, the man in front of him would swing a knife to kill him.