Updated: 2012-04-19

ps: Thanks to the XX people for their rewards. Last night, the small county town was windy and rainy and I don’t know how many remaining flowers were blown off, nor do I know which wire was blown off... Last night, the power outage in the small town was not until this afternoon. This is a majeure factor, so I won’t apologize if it is updated late. Well, I said with confidence: Please vote for red tickets.

Li Xian was thrown heavily to the ground, and then the black straight knife was inserted by the strong man. The man two meters tall stood there with his shoulders in his arms, looking at Li Xian with his head down and looked at the monster. His eyes were full of confusion and confusion, and he seemed to want to see clearly what the young man covered in blood in front of him was a monster whose true form had not yet appeared.

When Li Xian was caught in his armpit, he had recovered his mind. He didn't have much affection for the strong man Li Xian who saved him. He couldn't stand his light appearance and his way of being too calm. Although Li Xian was such a person most of the time, he also did something incredibly crazy when he was hot-headed. He even hated his own calmness, let alone another person who was calmer than him?

Calmness sometimes also means being unkind.

Calmness sometimes means that relatives do not recognize each other.

Li Xian had to be a calm person most of the time, but he really hated this feeling. Helplessly, he had to be calm in the past, now and in the future and had to become more and more calm.

When he recalled that he almost died in a camp in the Wuren, he felt that he was very idiotic. If he died inexplicably, who would he be worthy of? Sorry to Zhang Zhongjian, sorry to Hongfo, sorry to Xiaodi, sorry to Tiefutu's brothers, and sorry to Da Xi Changru and the Blood Cav.

The most sorry thing is yourself.

He sat on the ground and watched the blood cavalry gradually gathering in the distance. The black armored knight in the leader pushed up the armor and revealed the familiar hideous scarred face. Li Xian finally grinned, and pulled all the injuries on his body. His grinning smile really didn't look beautiful at all.

The Blood Rider finally came and appeared when it should be.

Li Xian lowered his head and looked at the wounds on his shoulders and legs, raised his head and frowned slightly and said to the strong man, "You can't be more slight?"

He lay down back, and the head rested with Qingqingcao moaned comfortably, but involuntarily thought of Cao Qingqing in his mind. I don’t know if the idiot’s injury is serious. If he dies, who will he be rewarded with? Should she promise her to reluctantly agree or pretend to be careless and say something? Li Xian felt that he was really a bit of an idiot hero. No matter what, she came, when she needed herself, no matter what, when she needed herself.

"Even if you are not grateful, you should say thank you seriously, right?"

Li Xian lay on the grass and pointed at his chest: "This is a hero."

"fart!"

The strong man gave him a blank look.

Li Xian was not angry either, and smiled and said, "Answer Lang Changhong, give me a big reason."

Lang Changhong sat down next to Li Xian, stared at Li Xian's face and asked, "Do you really feel like a hero? In my opinion, he is just a reckless idiot."

He stretched out his first finger: "First, the person you saved is now unknown in life and death, and nothing to praise."

The second finger was even sharper and vicious: "Second, there was no plan to go into the skull to rescue people with a hot mind. Do you think you are a god or a monster who could destroy a battalion of enemies by blowing a breath? If I hadn't set the fire on the skull's baggage, if your companions appeared in time to kill the skull's pursuers, would you think you could still lie here alive and think you were a hero?"

The third finger made Li Xian worthless: "Third, if you hadn't gone to the camp and disrupted my plan to save people, how could you be so embarrassed when you evacuate?"

The fourth finger sentenced Li Xian to death: "Fourth, if I hadn't saved you in time, you would have been crazy about blood. I really didn't expect you to be unable to deal with such a small scene. If you lost your heart and madness, even if you survived, you would be just a walking corpse. Still a hero?"

He slowly clenched his fists and concluded: "So, your rescue operation was very failed from beginning to end, and it was a mess!"

He spoke very seriously and seriously.

Li Xian listened calmly and finished speaking, and then asked seriously: "It's really a failure?"

Da Lang Changhong nodded and said, "It's a complete failure, there is no room for negotiation."

"But... you are really outstanding."

He smiled, like the snow and ice melting like the warm sun in spring: "I am definitely more idiotic than you at your age."

Li Xian smiled and said, "I feel balanced when you say this, but I want to know one thing. I hope you don't lie to me and say it truthfully."

"You ask."

Answer to Lang Changhong.

Li Xian took a deep breath and looked straight into the eyes of Lang Changhong and asked word by word: "If it weren't for the fact that Mo Hui had already saved him, would you come to save me?"

Da Lang Changhong shook his head: "If I think it would be dangerous to save you, I will not save you."

He said in a plain tone: "If it weren't for Ashi's carelessness, I happened to see the opportunity, if your companion had rushed into the camp and cut off the pursuers behind him, I wouldn't have saved you."

Li Xian nodded: "Understand, thank you."

He smiled calmly: "Although I know that the truth must be like this, I feel uncomfortable if I don't ask clearly. Of course, I feel even more uncomfortable after asking clearly. Anyway, I still have to thank you. I have been careful for thirteen years and I have been calm once. If I die once, I will be sorry for too many people, and I will be even more sorry for myself."

He sat up and looked at Daxi Changru walking towards him and said, "It's time for me to leave."

Lang Changhong nodded without saying a word.

Li Xian struggled to stand up, pulled out the black straight knife and walked over to Daxi Changru, walking over while walking, stretching out his hand and making a very stupid victory gesture, stretching his index finger and middle finger apart, which is a standard two.

"Good knife"

The faint voice of Lang Changhong came from behind. Li Xian curled his lips, and his victory gesture changed immediately. His index finger retracted, and his middle finger stretched out to meet Lang Changhong and shook it.

"Don't scold me, I'm in a very disappointed mood now."

Li Xian walked to Daxi Changru, scratched his hair and said.

Daxi Changru reached out to pat his shoulder and nodded and said softly: "Go home."

Li Xian raised his face and looked at Daxi Changru, nodding vigorously: "Go home!"

Last night, Dalang Changhong snatched Li Xian's black straight sword and opened the bloody road. The woman wearing a red lotus war dress opened the way for him with arrows was Chen Wanrong, Ou Siqingqing's mother. After Dalang Changhong recovered from his sanity under his armpit, Li Xian vaguely saw the woman's heroic figure of arrows. The night lights shaking, she couldn't see her face clearly. She only felt that the woman was standing there and bent her bow and shot the enemy so fucking beautifully.

Then he focused all his attention on Dalang Changhong's knife. He felt a little inferior and found that the black knife seemed to have life in Dalang Changhong's hand. His movements were free and without a single knife. The black straight knife was cheerful in his hand like a black dragon rising from the clouds, and every time he danced, he would take away a life. His steps were very big, and he walked straight forward without paying attention to both sides of him. He even raised the scimitar at him. Then the scimitar was destined to be shot to death by an arrow before swinging the knife. He believed in Chen Wanrong, as if he believed in his sword skills.

But there were still too many enemies chasing. Su Chuan Xinmi's death and Ashina's injury caused the scoundrel and the red cloaks to panic for a short time, but soon the people rushed up even more fiercely. Especially those red cloaks seemed to have received the order from Ashina's injury and not dead, and rushed up desperately to leave Dalang Changhong and Li Xian.

Chen Wanrong's archery technique is extraordinary, but she is not omnipotent.

Dalang Changhong was inevitably affected by Li Xian's actions, so hundreds of red cloaks quickly chased after him. Just as the red cloak scimitar in the front was raised to chop Dalang Changhong's back, more than a dozen feather arrows shot from the side, and the four or five red cloaks running in the front immediately fell down. The scattered feather arrows cut the pursuit queue of the red cloak neatly. The Turkic wolf cavalry who were caught fell down like wheat being knocked down by a sickle.

Then, Li Xian saw a scene that he would never forget for the rest of his life.

The blood ride is here.

A team of 100 black-armored cavalry formed a sharp cone-shaped impact formation, stepped on the rumbling battle song from the night sky. The iron-armored knight who served as the arrow in the front held a four-foot-long horse spear. The black armor laid down was painted with hideous fangs, just like the yaksha from the underworld, and the gods descended to earth.

The war horse jumped high and landed and hit the roadblocker. When the unlucky red cloak flew out, the chest had completely collapsed.

The general's long spear pierced the red cloak blocking in front. The composite long spear was extremely elastic. After the impact, the spear rod bent into a beautiful arc, and then suddenly bounced straight to lift the Turkic wolf cavalry hanging on the spear. The general lowered the spear again and took the second enemy into the air. The third red cloak tried to cut off the legs of the war horse with a scimitar. Before he could swing the knife, he was pierced by the spear that pierced like a poisonous snake. The spear swept across and broke the chest of the next enemy, and another arm was removed in the next second.

The black-armored cavalry behind followed closely behind the general. The horse spear in their hands stretched out flat to lift one enemy after another and stabbed one enemy after another to death. The cone formation was extremely sharp and cut into the quest of the pursuing soldiers. First, it tore off a layer of the Xi people on the periphery, and then cut into the Xi people's queue like a knife, and tore a hole open. As the cone formation gradually became thicker and thicker, the hole was stretched wider and bigger.

The formation of more than 100 red cloaks and hundreds of samurai warriors was cut off by the black-armored cavalry, twisting in pain like a snake cut in half. When the general led the cavalry to kill the enemy in one crossing, the cavalry following him threw a beautiful arc and turned back. Instead of ordering to retreat, the general pointed forward with a horse spear, and entered the enemy formation again with a loud killing word, and killed the samurai again.

The general made a gesture, and the cavalry of more than 100 people suddenly split into ten teams in a neat and fast manner, running back and forth, tidying up the remaining red cloaks like a rake. Then each team swept out like a wind to kill the skulls who were trying to rescue, set fire to ignite the tents. Soon, the fire on this side of the camp was connected with the fire set by the rear camp. The skulls couldn't figure out how many elite cavalrymen were coming and the fire spread, and they soon lost their fighting spirit and began to flee in all directions.

Next, the general did another jaw-dropping arrogance.

He actually asked more than a dozen cavalry teams to chase the slaughter from different directions. The speed was not fast, just like driving away the slaughtered soldiers. The slaughtered by the fire and killed by the black-armored cavalry were fleeing with terror. Few people even thought of going to the horse farm to grab a war horse and then escaping their lives.

More than a hundred cavalrymen actually drove half of the camp's defeated soldiers and rushed to the other side of the camp.

Rewind the bead curtain!

Li Xian's eyes lit up suddenly at that time, and his heart suddenly became clear.

Da Lang Changhong stopped and turned around and couldn't help but exclaim sincerely: "Good tiger general! What an iron cavalry!"

Li Xian, who took his thoughts back from last night's fight, looked shaky and almost asleep on the big dark horse, suddenly sat up straight. He opened his eyes, took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. He raised his face and turned his head slightly to look at Daxi Changru who was walking side by side.

“Master…”

"Um?"

"Last night...you"

"What's wrong?"

"So handsome!"

Li Xian turned his gaze and looked at the far away of the sky with great eyes. His eyes were bright and thorough, as if... he saw another world.

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