The cold light flashed, and a spear danced in Li Cheng's hand without leaking.
After a dazzling gunfire, the spear thrust out like a long dragon out of the water. The gun barrel vibrated and hit the waists of the two bandits who were attacking from both sides. The two bandits screamed and were whipped hard.
to the side.
However, the force of the spear did not diminish, and it directly pierced the chest of a small bandit leader in front.
The white-haired old man stood on the narrow mountain road holding a spear, while the corpses of bandits were piled up in front of him.
The bandits behind them suddenly lost the courage to move forward. They looked at each other and slowly backed away.
Li Cheng coughed slightly and couldn't hold on anymore. He could only support the ground with his spear. Zheng Qing, who was covered in blood, hurriedly stepped forward to help: "Uncle Li!"
Li Cheng reluctantly showed a smile, and blood fell on his white clothes, white beard and hair, like plum blossoms blooming proudly in the winter snow. Looking at Zheng Qing with a panic expression on his face, Li Cheng looked around with difficulty, but
I found that no one was still standing except Zheng Qing.
There were corpses all over the place, and it was a mess. The ferocious faces of the young people who followed him in the village were intertwined with the corpses of the bandits, as if they would still try their best to stab each other with the weapons in their hands under the underworld.
"No...no one else?" Li Cheng asked in a low voice.
Zheng Qing hesitated for a moment, then shook his head: "There are too many bandits. If uncle hadn't been here to hold them back, I'm afraid we wouldn't have been able to stop them."
"You... you are too young." Li Cheng couldn't help but sigh, and turned to look at his trembling hand holding the spear and the blood stains on the white robe, "It's a pity...
··It’s a pity that I am too old.”
Seeing that there were only two people standing in the end, the bandits once again plucked up the courage to roar and kill. Li Cheng managed to squeeze out a smile, reached out and patted Zheng Qing on the shoulder: "Qing, you go first, here
I am blocking you... Even if I die, I will give you... buy you time to escape."
"Uncle, this is wrong!" Zheng Qing suddenly raised his head as if he had made up his mind, "If I leave you here, how will I explain to brother Chen, and how will I explain to sister Lian'er!"
Li Cheng waved his hand suddenly: "Let's go!"
Zheng Qing stood stubbornly beside him, slowly raising the knife in his hand.
He did not continue to argue, but the choice he made was self-evident.
The black bandits roared up the mountain road, obviously very angry that a white-haired old man and a young man could stop them for so long, and this momentum was enough to knock Li Cheng and Zheng Qing directly
Grind into powder.
"Hahahaha, kill!" Li Cheng looked up to the sky and laughed, "I haven't been this happy for a long time!"
Before he finished speaking, the old man summoned up all his strength and raised the spear in his hand. The spear, which had turned red with blood, undulated in the wind. Bandits continued to be killed by the sudden shadow of the spear. Fifty years ago, Li Chenglai
With his marksmanship across the battlefield, he once again showed his dominance and fearlessness on the mountain trails fifty years later.
Zheng Qing also took a deep breath and jumped into the crowd. After all, his martial arts skills could not be compared with Li Cheng. At most, he could only rely on brute force to compete with these bandits, so he was mainly harvesting those who were grown up by Li Cheng.
A gun smashes or stabs someone to death.
The tacit understanding between an old man and a young man is astonishing. The two figures are confused, like a killing machine running at high speed without making any mistakes. Any enemy who rushes in front of them will only die.
The bandits suddenly separated to both sides, and a group of soldiers dressed in different costumes rushed up. They were wearing armor and holding sharp blades. They were definitely not the bandits who fought as soldiers and did not fight to serve the people.
Than.
"Barbarians?" Li Cheng was startled for a moment, then shook his head and said, "Well done!"
General Zhuang of the Northern Zhou Dynasty, who led the charge up, also saw the old man dressed in white standing in the middle of the road holding a spear, and couldn't help but take a breath. The corpses in front of the old man were enough to make him understand how difficult this opponent was.
But fortunately, this old man obviously has no physical strength and is injured, so he probably won't be able to hold on for long. General Zhuang can only be glad that he met an old man. He couldn't imagine if the man in front of him had all his hair and beard, and looked like an angry glare.
King Kong's old man would be in trouble if he were fifty years younger.
"Kill!" Zhuang Jiang yelled and waved his sword, and the soldiers behind him rushed forward, "No one will be spared!"
Li Cheng squinted his eyes and tried to steady his slightly trembling hands. He looked at the Northern Zhou soldiers who were getting closer and closer. In a daze, Li Cheng returned to the bloody battle fifty years ago. Qiqianbai
The robes were galloping freely in the blood, fire and yellow sand, and the Northern Wei army, which was dozens of times larger than them, fell apart in the charge of this neat formation.
No one was spared. How many enemies had shouted at them like this, but in the end they were all crushed by their horses' hooves.
It was such a happy time.
"Dang!" The spear in Li Cheng's hand held the whistling knife, and he immediately raised it up. General Zhuang was taken aback. He obviously didn't expect that the old man would have such great strength, but he still held steady.
With his mind in mind, he kicked Li Cheng and hit the previous wound on Li Cheng's leg.
Li Cheng roared, staggered, and almost fell to his knees.
"Uncle!" Zheng Qing roared, drove away the two soldiers in front of him with a knife, and jumped towards them.
And Bei Zhou Zhuang stabbed the knife in his hand into Zheng Qing's chest, and blood spurted out. Zheng Qing's eyes widened, and he stretched out his hands to hold the knife, but the knife had already penetrated his chest, killing all the life inside.
break.
"Don't... don't even think about hurting him!" Blood continued to flow from the corners of Zheng Qing's mouth. The young man barely squeezed out a few words and slowly lowered his head.
General Zhuang was startled for a moment, and just as he was about to draw out the knife, a spear like a poisonous dragon emerged from Zheng Qing's side and sank directly into General Zhuang's chest. General General Zhuang also looked at the spear that had penetrated his chest in surprise, not expecting that the young man was
The old man who was protected behind him was still able to fight back with all his might.
"Ah!" Li Cheng roared, pushed away Zheng Qing's body, and jumped out from behind him. The old man's face was as ferocious as a devil, and the blood dyed the white robe on his body completely red, and the spear did not move at all.
Hesitantly he pulled it out from the general's chest.
Li Cheng kicked the general and looked at the soldiers who also didn't react: "Who dares to come up?!"
At this moment, arrows roared, and a dense rain of arrows flew over Li Cheng's head. The hesitant soldiers fell down with screams. Li Cheng was startled for a moment, and before he could react, Li Xingchen had already
He stretched out his hand to support him:
"Dad, my child is unfilial and I'm late!"
The spear in Li Cheng's hand slowly fell to the ground, and the old man, covered in wounds and blood, fell limply into Li Xingchen's arms.
"Kill!" Xiao Shilian raised the long knife in his hand.
Seeing the figure rushing out of the woods, the bandits and soldiers of the Northern Zhou Dynasty immediately dispersed.