The moment Li Xiangping raised his head and looked at the distant mountains, the sound of horses neighing could be heard on the top of the mountain. A black horse with no trace of variegated colors could be found running happily on the mountain with its hooves raised.
Not grounded, just walking on the rugged road, turned out to be a monster with Qi refining skills.
The black horse's hooves lightly stepped on the muddy water, and flew up out of thin air. The man on the horse was wearing leather armor, and there were no animal bones or jade decorations on his body. He looked like a stranger.
Jianixi patted the old man's head gently, lifted his crotch, and looked across the body at the village at the foot of the mountain.
People in the mountains in the northern foothills say that Jianixi has four eyes and eight arms, but in fact Jianixi looks ordinary, even his eyes are a little small and his eyebrows are sparse. If he stood in the field with his eyes closed and his arms akimbo, who would
I don't think he is a character at all.
Only those brown eyes stared at people quietly when they were opened, making people shudder.
"Your Majesty, the Demon Sect's territory is ahead."
Hearing the long braided entourage behind him speak, Jianixi raised his eyebrows, his brown eyes scanned the military formation at the foot of the mountain, and nodded:
"It will take a quarter of an hour to defeat them."
His voice was light, high-pitched, and flat, as if it were read out.
The man with long braids lowered his head slightly and listened quietly to Jia Nixi's words. There was no more soldiers behind him. As the king who unified Beilu Shanyue, he actually walked into the Qingchi Sect's palace with a tribe of people.
The site is only more than 300 feet away from Li Xiangping's military tent.
After a few glances, Jianixi lost interest in the clan soldiers at the foot of the mountain. With his crotch folded, the horse obediently turned around and walked towards the road it came from, walking on the rugged mountain road as if it were on flat ground.
"We don't have much time, we don't have to wait any longer."
The long-braided men drove their horses to follow and said hesitantly:
"It's just that some people are treacherous. I don't know how many witches there are in this demon army. Your Majesty, don't underestimate the enemy."
Jianixi smiled lowly, raised the long knife in his hand, looked up at the moon covered by dark clouds, and twitched his lips.
"Who said I was going to hit him."
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When Chen Sanshui woke up in a daze, there was Shanyue in leather armor standing in front of him. His big hands held his clothes tightly, pulling him tightly until he was suffocated.
"Puff."
He was thrown out of the yard so violently that he was blinded by stars and knocked out two teeth. Everything in front of him was spinning. When he saw the Shanyue soldiers standing upright on both sides, Chen Sanshui wiped the blood on his face.
Groping for his teeth.
But his hand was stepped on, and when he raised his head and looked into those brown eyes, Chen Sanshui had to face this cruel reality - during the quarter of an hour he fell asleep, Lichuanguchi fell without any resistance.
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"How could it be so fast?!"
What about the clan troops stationed on the other side of the river led by Li Xiangping? They were defeated without any sound?
Where is Li Tongya who is flying high in the sky? Where are the other immortals of the Li family? How did these people control Lichuankou without making a sound? Chen Sanshui felt suffocated in his heart, and he no longer cared about the pain in his mouth. Countless questions were in his mind.
emerge.
"Where is the Li family's lair?"
The man who stepped on his hand spoke calmly. Chen Sanshui looked at his sparse eyebrows and those formidable eyes, leaving only one question in his mind.
"What would my father, Chen Erniu, do if he were here?"
Soon Chen Sanshui had no time to think. Jianixi tore off his left hand casually, bringing out the blood, tendons and flesh on the ground. Chen Sanshui's eyes turned white, and saliva rushed out of his mouth, drowning him in pain.
All his thoughts.
"It hurts...it hurts so much."
Jianixi tapped his head with his hand and cast a spell on him to regain his consciousness, allowing him to carefully experience the pain of suffocation, and to keep him alive so that he would not bleed to death.
"Li...Lijing...shan."
When the thought of a hero only struggled in his mind for a moment, the feces and urine under his body reminded him: he is just an ordinary person, he is not a martyr who ignores pain, he is not his father, he is not Li Xiangping, let alone Li Xiangping.
It may not be much better in this situation.
"Take us there."
Chen Sanshui was lifted up. He was hanging upside down and looking at Shan Yue's feet moving around him. A fatal sense of smell that his father, Chen Erniu, had taught him hard for more than 20 years, finally awakened in him.
Chen Sanshui knew that he was bound to die. Recalling the ridiculous things he had done in his life, he felt lonely in his heart.
The surrounding Shanyue soldiers and horses moved. Simple runes were carved on their ankles, which made them walk quietly. The two groups of Shanyue soldiers and horses followed Janixi out of the Lichuan Pass and headed towards Lijing Mountain.
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Chen Sanshui saw the man from Shanyue behind Jia Nixi, who was also holding a person in his hand. He was the backbone of the village. He knew that lying about the route would only increase his pain, and he thought bitterly in his heart:
"What a cunning people."
He has lived in the shadow of the Li brothers since he was a child, just like his father Chen Erniu lives in the shadow of Li Mutian. He always listens to his father say:
"Among the four brothers of the Li family, Li Changhu is as docile and pitiful as a good deer, Li Tongya is as quiet and cautious as a long snake, Li Xiangping is as vicious and fierce as a hungry wolf, and Li Chijing is as smart and handsome as a white fox."
"What about me?! What am I!"
Chen Sanshui was in high spirits and looked at his father expectantly.
"waste."
Chen Sanshui was so disappointed that he really became a waste from then on. He married a wife and had children in a muddle-headed manner, relying on his father's prestige and power to play whatever he wanted.
Until Jianixi pulled off his left hand, he seemed to wake up and everything suddenly became clear in front of him. He even hated Jianixi for not pulling off his left hand for ten years, so that he had worried his father in vain.
So many years.
"How often do you communicate with those soldiers?"
Jianixi spoke softly. He had long seen that the person in his hand was frightened and would not deceive him at all. However, he did not know that the person in his hand had awakened from the chaotic past. He was holding something in his hand.
The 30-year-old Chen Sanshui now looks like the 60-year-old Chen Erniu.
"Three hours."
Chen Sanshui's heart was as calm as water, and he pretended to be trembling when he spoke, finally feeling a sense of peace in his heart that he had not let down his master's family for twenty years.
Lijing Mountain slowly appeared in front of him. Jianixi reined in his horse and easily tore off Chen Sanshui's head. Looking at the headless body twisted into a ball of muscles, bones and flesh, and the red blood-stained ground, he smiled coldly.
Got up.
"waste!"
As the world was spinning, Chen Sanshui's head landed lightly on the roadside, his eyes staring straight at the dark cloud-filled night sky, and only one sentence came to his mind:
"Li Xiangping, this is all I can do. Your mother is so awesome that you have hit a brick wall!"