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Outside Yanjing City. (If you like this book, please bookmark biquge.info)

That piece of endless, endless, I don't know to stretch to thousands of miles away in the mountains, at this time, although it is the time of winter and spring communication, in the year, the coldest season, but there is no poem said in the northern scenery, thousands of miles of frozen beautiful pictures, just thousands of miles of mountains, from time to time there are some wet, white, black and black dotted among them, some mountain roads, are also covered by some snow, the whole mountain forest, become extremely difficult to walk.

In this season, generally no one will come to climb the mountain, in the mountains and mountains, with thousands of mountains and birds flying away, thousands of paths and people disappearing to describe it, it is just right, there is no exaggeration at all.

However, on this day, on the top of one of the highest mountains, a somewhat mottled and dilapidated section of the ancient Great Wall, a vague figure appeared.

No one knows how this person climbed the terrible slippery mountain road, steep slope, and stairs at such a bad time and in such a harsh environment, and climbed to the top of this mountain road at any time.

And what is even more surprising is that this figure, although it looks a little blurry, seems to have an invisible hazy cloth, covering his face, but it can still be vaguely felt from his somewhat rickety back, as well as the figure that seems to be a little vicissitudes, and in his thin body, his age is not small, perhaps, among ordinary people, he can be regarded as a birthday star.

"The scenery of the north is still so magnificent and majestic!"

In the old man's hand, he held a thin bamboo pole the size of a thumb. Paused lightly on the snow, his gaze looked around at the mountains and mountains in front of him, and whispered to himself, in his voice, there was an indescribable attachment, and there was an incomparable vicissitudes of life, it seemed. An old man who is late is remembering something, the good things of the past.

His gaze, always looking closely to the north, seemed to be able to look at the endless, endless mountains. After looking at the scenery of the northern country, he looked back again, turned his head to look east, looked west, and watched for a long time in every direction.

The west wind on the top of the mountain was whistling coldly, blowing the dead branches and grass all over the mountain. The sound of hunting also blew the old man's hairline, and blew up, blowing the old man's pale gray, dull robe, floating, but the old man seemed to have no feeling at all, and let it be like a knife. A cold wind that seems to carve people's faces into pieces. Blowing on his face.

On his body, his clothes seem a little thin. In such a treacherous environment, even a strong young man could be crumbling by the fierce cold wind, but the old man stood there, and his thin figure seemed to be nailed to the ground, no matter how the wind howled, how his robe was blowing, his figure was so straight and unmoving.

Finally, after staring at the far west for a long time, the old man's figure finally moved.

His figure slowly turned sideways, and his face was facing the south, facing not far in front of him, the capital city with an ancient, vicissitudes, and majestic atmosphere.

When facing this majestic and quaint capital, no matter how cold the wind was, it didn't make him move his thin figure slightly, trembling slightly, and the hand holding the bamboo pole also shook slightly, his gaze looked straight ahead, even if he couldn't see his face clearly, he could still make people feel that complex look on his face.

"After all, I'm back."

For a long time, the old man's mouth let out a sigh softly, and the voice seemed to have traveled through thousands of years of time and space, with an indescribable, vicissitudes, and an indescribable complex feeling.

"Alas......"

With a deep sigh, the old man's thin bamboo pole gently knocked on the ground of the city wall, his thin figure, suddenly like a piece of wind, with the cold wind floated up, slowly, drifted to the capital in front, just for a moment, the gray figure, turned into an afterimage, disappeared between the mountains and mountains,

On the mottled ancient Great Wall, a cold wind blew through, and the faint footprints on the ground, as well as the traces of the bamboo poles, soon disappeared.

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Catch turtles in urns and turtles from jars. The object you want to capture is already in your hands. Describe the hand to capture, light and sure.

is an idiom, Xiao Yi is not unfamiliar with this word.

But he didn't expect that one day, he would also become that poor turtle.

His brain had been running to the extreme, and he had thought of countless ways to escape, however, he finally had to bow his head in frustration and admit a very cruel reality, that is, the probability that he could safely evacuate was infinitely close to zero.

Sometimes, the use of appropriate techniques, that is, the so-called strategy, stratagem, can often achieve unexpected results, and can even win more with less, throughout the ages, there are many such things, however, when faced with absolutely powerful strength, all the strategies have become floating clouds.

Fifty men, or by stratagem, can defeat eighty, a hundred opponents, or even worse, five hundred, but it will never be possible to defeat a large army of five thousand.

Now, the situation Xiao Yi is facing is undoubtedly like this.

The entire building is almost surrounded by layers, those masters, all of them are above the condensation period, and they take care of each other, as long as the other party drags his instantaneous kung fu, there will be strong opponents to besiege him, and there are some top masters like Liang Yuehua and Mao Yibo.

No matter how hard he racked his brains, it was impossible to come up with a perfect way to escape, and the only conclusion he got in the end, his only chance of survival, might be to take it by surprise, tear a breakthrough, and escape as quickly as possible, possibly at the cost of injury, as the only chance to evacuate safely.

It was a very difficult decision to make.

Because Xiao Yi knew that the risk of such a decision was very, very high, no matter which breakthrough he had, it was actually very difficult for him to evacuate so quickly.

But he had no other choice.

The speed at which the other party searched the entire building was far beyond his expectations, and he had already felt that a powerful aura was getting closer and closer to him, and after several dealings, it was not too unfamiliar to this breath, he knew that it was Mao Yibo's breath.

Xiao Yi knows very well about Mao Yibo, a master who is squeezed into the heavenly list, even if his skills have improved a lot now, but in the face of Mao Yibo, he will definitely have no suspense, he is definitely a scumbag, and he may not even be able to withstand a move from others.

Because, the gap between them is not a little bit, but a big realm, he has not even reached the peak of the primary level now, and there are still some gaps, but Mao Yibo has been wandering at the peak of the intermediate level for many years, and he may enter the high-level hurdle at any time.

The only way for him now is to find a breakthrough before Mao Yibo searches for it.

Feeling that breath, getting closer and closer, Xiao Yi's eyes flashed a trace of resoluteness, gritted his teeth, and without hesitation, he turned around and rushed out, lowered his head, walked towards a safe exit in front of him, walked quickly, gathered his breath, and walked at the fastest speed, towards the weakest link he sensed before, the rooftop!

The rooftop is the breath he felt in a circle just now, the weakest, and, for him, it is also the best location for the route, the location of the Liang Building, very good, located in the center of the city, the whole building is surrounded by buildings of about the same height, criss-crossed, if he is allowed to escape, into the buildings one by one, all the qiē, will not be so complicated, his probability of escape, will be greatly improved.

But when he rushed to the rooftop and saw the figures on the other side, he knew that he was wrong.

The three major swordsmen stood in one corner, one person and one sword, standing there coldly, and next to them, there was a goatee with an injury that had not healed, and a monk in a monk's robe!

The weakest rooftop is simply an illusion!

Where is this the weakest? It's simply powerful!

Just glanced at it, Xiao Yi immediately turned around and left without hesitation, however, when he was about to turn around, his face changed again, and behind him, a strong murderous aura rushed up the night and came straight in.

Almost without thinking about it, just feeling the anger mixed with this majestic aura, Xiao Yi knew that Liang Yuehua had caught up and blocked his back road.

He knew that there was no way back.

Although Liang Yuehua is not as terrifying as Mao Yibo, he is still a middle-level master, only one or two small realms lower than Mao Yibo, far higher than him who is still at the beginning level, and a big realm higher.

His figure had to turn back and look at the few people in front of him.

"It's you!"

Xiao Yi turned around just now in a flash, neither the Three Musketeers nor the Goatee could see his face clearly, and when they saw him turn around at this moment, they finally saw his face clearly, and their mouths let out an exclamation almost at the same time.

Immediately afterwards, in everyone's eyes, flames suddenly began to erupt, and the entire small universe seemed to begin to burn, eager to swallow Xiao Yi alive directly.

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