Chapter three hundred and fifty seventh thorn righteousness
The mist was mixed with the biting chill of the hardened snow, and the cold wind like an ice cone came violently, making Lao Li's tense nerves tremble. And in his strong body,
It contains a vigorous and powerful force, which is the experience he accumulated from fighting in the past.
Quiet Xiting Street, dazzling bright red lanterns hanging high, several figures stretched by the red lanterns, including the lonely single figure of Lao Li. No matter in front or behind, those few cold hands
A manly figure slowly came towards him, and in his hand was only a thick wooden stick. An inexplicable sense of pride surged in Lao Li's heart, and he seemed to have gone back in time, back to where he was in Xiting.
A day of fighting and killing in the streets.
Carrying a long stick, Lao Li rushed forward like an agile cheetah, and his eyes shot forward like condensed sword rays. He knew his situation, and he would have to outflank him from both sides.
It was a disaster, but there was still overwhelming pride and boiling blood in his heart.
There was a flash of cold light in the hands of the black figures in front, and they violently attacked Lao Li's vital parts. The steps of those figures were as steady as the wind, and the weapons in their hands were swaying like clouds. I could only see those few rays of cold.
Mang came to Old Li in an instant with a sharp sound that broke through the air, but Old Li only saw a pair of ferocious eyes, which made him very uncomfortable.
"Zheng, Zheng, Zheng", the long stick in Lao Li's hand was like a dragon flying out of the sea, blocking those cold rays. After the low muffled sound, he suddenly found that there were a few more long sticks in his hand.
There was a gap. The figure swayed, and the cheetah was like an arrow, not giving the opponent any chance. The long stick in his hand waved again, and the violent energy hissed under the cold morning light, and the old man waved the stick in his hand again.
Li was one man in charge, and he was brave enough to block the attacks of the black figures in front of him. And the gap in the long stick in his hand became deeper. Just like his confident expression,
There was also a hint of solemnity beginning to appear, which became more and more intense.
The cold wind was like the light of the cold thorns in the hands of those black figures, and cracks began to appear on the long stick in Lao Li's hand. He thought he hit one of the black figures with the stick, but another black figure took the opportunity to hit him.
There was a deep gash in his chest. He could clearly smell the pungent fishy smell of the red blood that flowed out of him. With the huge pain in his chest, Lao Li's nerves couldn't help but tremble.
The shadows of sticks that hit the sky covered his whole body, and the attacks of those black shadows became more and more fierce.
The black shadows behind them immediately rushed forward, and the cold light in their hands was even more sharp and cunning. The cold light they raised was even weirder than the cold wind that blew randomly. In their eyes, there was only a hint of heart-stopping cruelty.
Apart from that, there was no other expression. The cold light in his hands became denser and denser, and began to weave into a big net of death and bloodthirsty, tightly covering Lao Li in it. And the man as strong as a mountain
But he began to feel a little weak, and the long stick in his hand was not as powerful as before. He could only passively block the deadly sneak attacks.
With a "click", Lao Li couldn't help but feel his heart sink when he heard the sound. The only weapon in his hand had broken into two pieces, with a large half in his hand and a small piece flying several feet away.
And his body staggered again, and a black shadow stabbed his left leg with the weapon in his hand, and blood spattered out. The strong smell of blood filled the street, which was the violent blow.
The cold wind could not be driven away.
Lao Li was like a beast trapped in a cage. No matter how hard he struggled, even if the long stick in his hand danced with bursts of breath, he was still surrounded by those black shadows.
There was a trace of despair and sadness in his eyes, but he still gritted his teeth and vigorously danced the long stick in his hand to resist the long knives with cold gleaming handles coming from the crowd. His resolute face
His face began to look pale, and the long stick he danced gradually slowed down.
At this time, Lao Li was covered in blood, and his body was covered with shocking wounds. Blood trickled out from the wounds on his body. With his slightly trembling hands, Lao Li couldn't help but stop.
Coming down, he put the long stick in his hand on the ground, and the black shadows stopped attacking. In addition to the heart-stopping cruelty, there was also a hint of playfulness in their eyes.
In front of them, the strong man covered in blood was the prey they trapped, but they were not in a hurry to kill the prey, and wanted to play with it slowly.
This kind of look is not unfamiliar to Lao Li. When he had the upper hand, he looked at his defeated opponent with this look. An endless sadness surged in his heart, like the sudden surge of Han Che.
Like the biting winter wind, it echoed for a long time. The smell of the bright red blood flowing wildly from his body was everywhere, so familiar yet so strange.
Huge pain like cracking came from his body, and he stood up with a long stick. Lao Li's proud body was like a towering pine tree. His dark face began to become paler due to blood loss, and his hands were full of himself.
The scalding hot blood has not been chilled by the cold wind. The wounds are like cutting with thousands of blades, and the tearing pain is destroying his strong body, but he still stands proudly.
Does not fall.
"Khitan spies, hahahaha, I, Lao Li, also made a profit today. One was enough for me, and I made another profit after killing two." Lao Li could tell the identities of these men in black at a glance. The knives and swords in their hands were
The common knives in the Central Plains are different. The knives in their hands are slightly curved. Such knives are suitable for killing enemies on horseback. This kind of knife is also called a saber and is a commonly used weapon by the Khitan army.
There were also two or three men in black lying on the street. They were all beaten to death by the long stick in Lao Li's hand. But there were still five or six men in black in front of him. Lao Li knew that he could not do anything good today.
He didn't expect that the proprietress of the rouge shop would actually be a spy sent by the Khitan into the imperial capital. No wonder he got drunk after just a few glasses of wine last night, and she also said a lot of things inexplicably. He knew that he must
He said what he shouldn't have said, and all the secrets came out of his mouth. A trace of guilt and shame for the Feiqiao camp flashed in his heart, and Lao Li knew that this ending should be the best for him.
The group of men in black surrounding Lao Li did not answer him. There was only the whistling of the wind, and the white fog rising in the imperial capital became thicker. It was the silver swaying from the east.
The white morning light cannot penetrate the misty white fog, let alone drive away the increasingly dense white fog.
Old Li raised his head proudly, looking at the men in black who surrounded him, with a hint of disdain in his eyes. The Khitan people were all brave and capable of fighting, but he never thought that there were some who were hiding their heads and showing their tails.
The Khitan people, those people of the Khitan Kingdom who were called the people of the Wolf Kingdom, were nothing more than that in his eyes.
A flash of fish-belly white light gradually spread from the east, and layers of silver-white color surged in from the east. The rolling dark clouds on the sky were also dyed into clusters of lead-like white clouds, and the transformation of the dark clouds was clearly visible to the naked eye.
The process of turning into white clouds. And the white mist surrounding it is getting thicker and thicker. Even the distance of tens of feet nearby begins to become a vast white area, and it is no longer possible to see clearly.
"Goodbye, my brother. If there is an afterlife, I, Lao Li, will choose to be your brother." Lao Li raised his head, and two lines of clear tears slid down his cheeks. He felt guilty, but he
He has no regrets. His only regret is that he did not find Alai and lost his brother. What a sorrow. Thinking of Da Liu's last sentence of only two words, could this be his brother?
You can even clearly foresee your own situation.
With a look of absolute despair on his face, Lao Li slowly lifted up the long stick in his hand. The blood pouring out of his body began to become as cold as ice, just like his heart that fell to the bottom of despair, as cold as ice.
Transparent. The blood in his hands began to solidify, and the hot blood flowing in his body began to cool and solidify. Even if he died, he would fight to the death. Maybe it was for the guilt in his heart, or Xu's last expectation for his brother,
Lao Li's gray eyes once again shot out exquisite rays of light.
Just when Lao Li was determined to die and decided to fight again, several men in black surrounding him suddenly moved out of the way. A man walked slowly from the path they moved out of the way.
The man was walking like a dragon and a tiger, like a general patrolling thousands of troops, and like a peerless general returning in triumph to gallop on the battlefield, and the man's face gradually became clear in front of Lao Li's eyes.
Lao Li saw clearly the man walking from the crowd in black, and his eyes suddenly showed an unbelievable look. With a "boom", his mind suddenly went blank, like a lightning strike.
.The hand holding the long stick started to tremble more and more violently, and his body could not stop trembling. In addition to the unexpected disbelief, there was also a surge of joy in his eyes.
But when his eyes saw Alai, who was unscathed and with steady footwork, he immediately felt a surge of joy. But that joy was soon replaced by a heart-piercing feeling.
He woke up from the huge pain, and the tearing pain that surged in his heart was like a thousand arrows piercing his heart, which was a thousand times more painful than the pain he had just been cut by a knife blade. He stared at Alai in front of him, Lao Li's hands.
His lips moved, and he found that his lips seemed to be stuck with coagulated blood, but he could not open them.
The two looked at each other speechlessly. Lao Li seemed to see something in the other's eyes, and he seemed to understand something, but he still stared at the other unwillingly. But the other's eyes did not contain any shame at all.
His face was normal, but he felt that there seemed to be a few more grooves on the other person's forehead, and that tall body seemed to be a little rickety.
"Why?" Lao Li finally asked unwillingly. He forcefully separated his lips that were stuck with blood. He asked the other party in a dull and hoarse tone. He wanted to personally understand from the other party's mouth.
Speaking out, he didn't believe that one of his only brothers, Alai, would betray him. They didn't know how many tests of life and death they had gone through, and they didn't know how many knives they had blocked for each other, before they got to where they are today.
If it was because of the Flying Bird Camp, he could give up his position as commander, and if it was because of the business in the Imperial Capital, he could give it all to him, but he didn't know why the other party wanted to betray him and put him at risk.
Death place.
"Because of Feng'er." Alai's bitter voice sounded, and this reason immediately made Lao Li's heart skip a beat, and a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes. He knew Alai's past very well, but Feng'er had disappeared there.
How could he come back from the dead in the midst of a coup?
"Feng'er is dead, Alai, please wake up. That time I saw Feng'er's body turned into ashes with my own eyes, why didn't you believe it?" Lao Li said almost in a roaring voice. He didn't understand why the other party
Will harm him because of a dead woman.
"She's not dead. What you don't understand, you simply can't understand. There is only Feng'er in this world, and I can betray the whole world. I saw Feng'er a few nights ago. She is not dead. Do you know
, She is everything to me, after so many years, don’t you still understand me?” Alai showed a ferocious face, he grabbed Lao Li’s neck and shook it hard, and then yelled crazily.
The Alai in front of him gave Lao Li a strange feeling. He had never seen Alai with such a crazy side. Endless sadness arose in his heart, and Lao Li no longer had any worries in his heart. He only felt that he was
Alai was shaking so hard that he almost suffocated, and he no longer had any strength to stop the other party.
"I'm sorry," Alai stopped shaking and said with sobs in his mouth, "If you die, Feifiao Camp will fall into my hands, and they agreed that as long as I take control of Feifiao Camp, they will
Return Feng'er to me."
Lao Li finally heard a gratifying apology, but before he could be happy, he heard Alai's last sentence, which made his heart suddenly shrink. At this time, a huge tearing sound suddenly came from his chest.
It hurt. He lowered his head and saw that the scarred hand was stabbing his chest with a short blade.