Legend of the Great Saint

The bear squatted to the ground and slammed his head to the top of the restaurant. A tall figure stood there, and the bowstring of the big bow in his hand was still shaking. Although it was not as good as the cracked stone bow, it was a rare hard-tied iron arch.

His pupils shrink: "Yellow tiger!"

Huang disease tiger road: "Xiong Zhaizhu, this arrow is just a greeting, but also hope that you will retreat, otherwise you will blame me for being ruthless!"

Xiong Xiangwu was shocked by a cold sweat. He knew that Huang Danghu said that it was not a big talk. If Huang Dinghu was able to use his heart to kill, he would not be able to be shot in the air, and he might be shot on the spot. A sharpshooter who takes advantage of the position and hides the sneak attack is really terrible.

Yang Anzhi said: "You really have to be this kid!"

Huang disease tiger road: "The ginseng is actually found by Li Qingshan, but it has been taken down, and the dysentery has been cured for many years. Yang Zhangmen is looking for the wrong person." And behind him, he also stood a dozen headhunters, a dozen Put a strong bow.

Qingyang Wulin, the four major figures, appeared together, only for Li Qingshan, or an enemy or friend.

The disciples of Tiemenmen were amazed, and the nearby residents were bold enough to open a window and watched this rare scene quietly.

The torch is blown by the cold wind, Yang Anzhi, Xiong Xiangwu, Liu Hong, Huang Shouhu, Li Qingshan, everyone’s expressions are flickering, but they seem to be frozen and stagnant. Each has its own scruples. And considering and interacting with each other, no one dares to take it easy.

Li Qingshan suddenly laughed, laughter riding the cold wind, spread out far away: "Xiong Zhaizhu, this is your only chance to kill me, still do not do it? I will kill you personally, you have the shackles under your hand If you miss the opportunity today, I will go to the door again to ask for advice, and uproot your black winds, one will not stay!"

Crazy! Everyone present at the scene heard it was a harsh rant.

The black wind village has been in trouble for many years in Qingyang. Apart from the fact that Le Ma Zhuang has no competition with the world, the Longmen School and the Tiemen Gate are extremely eager to destroy it, but Yang Anzhi and Liu Hong have both in mind, unless the two teams have joined hands. Opportunity, but even if it succeeds, it will cost a lot.

Today, Li Qingshan actually said that he should eliminate the Black Wind Village by his own efforts. Even if his evaluation of his martial arts is not low, he also feels that he is too arrogant and ignorant.

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 will also be able to live in a cow village." Finally, the next sentence: "No matter who People dare to help you, I have to copy him to destroy the family!" With the people hurried away, the iron fist disciples flashed open on both sides without blocking, a group of thieves actually turned the entire Qingyang City as nothing, the end is lawless.

Yang Anzhi also took up the light work and disappeared into the night. The voice came from far away: "Wait, Li Qingshan, your enemies will be more and more, and your death is not far away."

Liu Hongchong Li Qingshan arched his hand and also took people away. The gentry are willing to donate ten times more money, only to let the disciples of the gantry, and let them be involved.

A messy restaurant has become empty, leaving Li Qingshan standing in the window, carrying the flying dragon sword seized from Yang Anzhi.

Huang Shouhu brought people up, Li Qingshan turned back and said: "Yellow headhunters, I want to explain!"

The two hunters will be **** with a solid black belt, and the yellow disease tiger said: "Your Majesty, say!"

Xiao Hei’s confession of the matter was the last one: “You killed me, I don’t regret it!”

Huang Danghu’s difficult road: “Little black is what I grew up with. I only blame my lack of discipline. I ask you to spare him this time.” Pull out the waist hunting knife, return a knife and insert your shoulder. .

"Hunting!" Xiao Hei hurried.

"Little black, some things can't be done. I have a lot of murders in my life, and I have never been ungrateful, and I have never been ungrateful!" Huang Shouhu reached out and the headhunter was behind him and he handed another hunting knife to him. Huang Xunhu turned back into his left shoulder.

The little black face shed tears and confession. From small to large, his respect for this man is more than his father, but now he has to see him scolding himself.

Huang disease tiger will only insert the hunting knife into the chest.

Three knives and six holes, to death, this is a confession that people in the rivers and lakes can give.

One hand firmly grasps the wrist of Huang Xunhu, and the knife can't stab.

Li Qingshan was first horrified, and then relieved. "Hey heads want to take things on their own and die again? Useless, even if they are suspicious, they will find me."

Huang disease tiger sighed heavily, and he walked through the rivers and lakes, knowing the horrible thing. A cheat, a sword, can stir up a **** sea on the rivers and lakes, the life of those first-class, even super-class masters, do not fill in like money.

The red mansions in Li Qingshan’s shackles disappeared, and they showed a smile. They were not laughing and laughing, but they were as sweet as ordinary teenagers: “But I am not afraid of them!” This sentence is so hearty and confident that it does not wait for Huang’s words to remind me. 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 outside the building. Suddenly, his face was cold and he looked up, and the dark sky floated snow.

A glimpse of Qingying flew out of the 槐木牌 and flew by him.

Li Qingshan said to himself: "I am not afraid of the enemy. I am afraid of betrayal." I saw Xiao An looking at him with a sly look. He couldn’t help but smile: "You don’t understand 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 his expectation and nodded.

"Let's go, it's not over yet tonight!" Li Qingshan ignited a blazing flame, as if he could melt the world of ice and snow.

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 his own can't distinguish ~www.wuxiaspot.com~咚咚咚! "A few loud noises interrupted his memories. He opened the door uncomfortably. "Who is it?" this late? Then I saw a half-year-old boy standing in front of the door and screaming at him with a smile.

"The county magistrate, 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.

Murderousness can't get around. It is the feeling that a murderer with dozens of lives in the army will have it. If he encounters such an enemy in the battlefield, the farther he wants 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, and a figure stepped out of the arsenal. The black mysterious armor wrapped his strong body, filled with the texture of cold and chill, and the skirt was swaying 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.