Xiong Xiangwu was half kneeling on the ground in a mess, and looked up suddenly at the top of the restaurant. A tall figure stood there, the bow string 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-tied hard bow.

His pupils shrank: "Yellow Sick Tiger!"

Huang Binghu said: "Master Xiong Village, this arrow is just a greeting. I hope you will retreat if you are in trouble, otherwise don't blame me for being ruthless under the arrow!"

Xiong Xiangwu was sweating in a cold sweat, knowing that what Huang Binghu said was not a big deal. If Huang Binghu had tried his best with the will of killing, others would not turn in the air and would be very likely to be shot and killed on the spot. A sharpshooter who occupies a favorable position and hides a sneak attack is really terrible.

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

Huang Binghu said: "The spiritual ginseng was indeed found by Li Qingshan, but it has been taken under the guise and cured for many years. The leader Yang found the wrong person." Behind him, there were more than a dozen headhunters and more than a dozen strong bows.

In the Qingyang Wulin, four big figures appeared together, just for Li Qingshan, either enemies or friends.

The disciples of the Iron Fist Sect were all amazed, and the residents nearby also took the courage to open the front-line windows and quietly watched this rare scene.

The torches were blown by the cold wind, Yang Anzhi, Xiong Xiangwu, Liu Hong, Huang Binghu, Li Qingshan, each of them had their own expressions flashing and dark, but they seemed to be frozen and frozen, and they were still stagnant. They all had their own concerns and considerations, and they were involved with each other, and no one dared to take action easily.

Li Qingshan suddenly laughed loudly, and the laughter was spreading far away in the cold wind: "Master Xiong Village, this is your only chance to kill me, and you won't take action? When I kill you with my own hands, the money under your hands will have a chance to escape. If I missed today, I will just come to ask for advice from the next day and uproot your Heifeng Village without leaving any one!"

Crazy words! Everyone present felt that it was a harsh crazy words.

Heifeng Village has been in trouble in Qingyang for many years. In addition to being relatively uncontested by Lemazhuang, the Longmen Sect and the Iron Fist Sect both wanted to eliminate it. However, Yang Anzhi and Liu Hongdu had a thought that they would have a chance unless the two companies joined forces, but even if they succeed, they would have to pay a heavy price.

Now, Li Qingshan actually said that he would destroy Heifeng Village with his own strength. Even though he had a good reputation for his martial arts, he felt that he was too arrogant and ignorant.

Xiong Xiangwu's face was even more furious, and he became more and more like a black bear: "Then I'll wait for you. If you don't come, I will not be able to survive alone in Woniu Village." Finally, he said a harsh sentence: "No matter who dares to help you, I will search his house and destroy his clan!" He hurriedly left with his men, and the disciples of the Iron Fist Sect dodge and did not stop him. A group of bandits actually regarded the entire Qingyang City as if nothing was needed, and they were lawless.

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

Liu Hong bowed to Li Qingshan and took his men away. The gentry was willing to donate ten times the amount of money to suppress the bandits, just to let those disciples of the Longmen Sect go and not to get them involved.

The messy restaurant had become empty, leaving only Li Qingshan standing at the window, holding the flying dragon sword seized from Yang Anzhi in his hand.

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

The two hunters brought the tied little black up, and Huang Jianhu said, "Kneel down and say!"

Xiao Hei told the whole story in a simplified manner and finally said, "You kill me, I don't regret it!"

Huang Binghu said with difficulty: "I watched Xiao Hei grow up. I only blamed me for not being able to discipline him properly. I would like to ask you to spare him this time." He pulled out the hunting knife from his waist, turned his hand and inserted it into his shoulder.

"Heihunter!" Xiao Hei said anxiously.

"Xiao Hei, there are some things that cannot be done. I, Huang Binghu, have killed countless people in my life, and have never been ungrateful, and have never repaid my grudges!" Huang Binghu stretched out his hand, and the headhunter behind him handed another hunting knife to his hands with a sad face. Huang Binghu turned his hand and inserted it into his left shoulder.

Xiao Hei wept and felt guilty and regret. From childhood to adulthood, he respected and admired this man more than his father, but now he has to see him get hurt for himself.

Huang Jianhu inserted his hunting knife into his chest.

Three swords and six holes, life is worthy of life, this is the explanation that a person in the world can give.

He grabbed Huang Binghu's wrist with one hand, and he couldn't stab it with the knife.

Li Qingshan was shocked at first, then relieved, "The headhunter wanted to take things into himself and die again? It's useless. Even if they were skeptical, they would come to me."

Huang Jianhu sighed heavily. He had known the terribleness of this matter as he had walked through the world. A secret book and a sword could stir up a sea of ​​blood in the world. Those first-class and even top-notch masters could be filled in as if they were not worth the money.

The red light in Li Qingshan's eyes disappeared, and he actually showed a smile. He was not laughing wildly, but as cheerful as an ordinary boy: "But I'm not afraid of them!" This sentence was cheerful and confident. Without waiting for Huang Binghu to remind him, he continued: "Is my tiger bone wine ready?"

"I'll send it to you tomorrow!"

Li Qingshan stopped saying anything, walked downstairs and came outside the building. Suddenly, he felt a coldness on his face. He raised his head and snowflakes floated in the dark sky.

A clear shadow flew out of the locust wood sign and danced beside him.

Li Qingshan said to himself: "I am not afraid of the enemy, what I am afraid of is betrayal." Xiao An looked at him with a confused look on his face, and couldn't help but smile: "You don't understand even if you say it, you won't betray me anyway, right!"

Xiao An may not understand the meaning of "betrayal" in Li Qingshan's mouth, but he understood the expectations in his eyes and nodded hurriedly.

"Let's go, tonight is not over yet!" A raging flame ignited in Li Qingshan's eyes, as if it could melt the ice and snow world.

Lao Tzu took a sip of old wine and picked up the charcoal fire in the stove to resist the pervasive coldness of winter.

He had no wife in his life and was a guardian of the arsenal for decades. The neighbors all forgot his name, only remember that his surname was Zhang, and they called him Lao Zhang or Lao Ku Head. Then the children around him somehow called him old pants and trousers, making him, a single old man who has been alone all his life, feel a little bit of awkward.

It was already very late at night, and he had not yet slept. He looked back on his life as usual, extracting the brightest parts of his memory like rumination, and chewing them repeatedly while drinking. As for whether these memories are true or false, just like his name, not only others, but even he himself cannot tell.

"Dongdongdongdongdongdong!" A few loud noises interrupted his memories. He opened the door unhappily, "Who is it? So late?" Then he saw a half-year-old boy standing in front of the door and smiled apologetically at him.

"Mr. Ye, please come to the arsenal to get a few things. This is a document!"

The old pants were covered in shock. Although there were many vain parts in his memory, at least some of them were real. He had really been a soldier and fought wars and had seen scenes of real swords and guns killing people. Although the boy in front of him was very young and kind, he smelled a familiar aura - murderous aura.

The murderous aura lingers in the army. It is the feeling that only the fierce soldiers and generals with dozens of lives in their hands will have. If they encounter such an enemy in the battle formation, the farther they are, the better.

Without even looking at the document carefully, he trembled and took off the key, picked up the lantern, and opened the gate of the arsenal.

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

The old pants pushed hard a few times, but Kumen didn't move at all. He said embarrassedly: "It seems to be frozen." The young man put his hand on the cold iron door, pushed it gently, and the iron door opened with a bang and stepped into the arsenal alone.

The old pants were hunched and waiting outside the door. This was the first time in recent years that someone came to the arsenal to get something. I wonder what I wanted to get? What did I want to do?

While thinking, I heard the sound of "sharp" from far to near. A figure stepped out of the arsenal, and the black black armor wrapped his strong body, full of cold and solemn texture. The skirt armor swayed with his movements.

The old pants were breathing stagnant and fell to the ground. He recalled the horror of the battlefield, the cold and fierce figures, as if the next moment, the person in front of him would sway him to kill him.
Chapter completed!