Punches, kicks, elbows, pushes, blocks, zamma, sweeps, splits...... Picking up these young kung fu, the old man is still so majestic. Heroes are not in old age!

"Huhu-" After practicing a set, the old man only felt comfortable all over, and his whole body felt full of strength. The black clothes and black clothes are already drenched in sweat, but he still feels that he can break thousands of horses and thousands of troops again!

One step at a time, two steps. The frozen dirt was about to melt under his feet. The empty courtyard is full of traces left by the old man.

The bark of the tree, which slipped off a large expanse as he clawed; The grass roots have risen when he swept his legs; The flowers, as he split them, shattered all over the ground; On top of the soil, there are domineering mud marks.

Who's up to it? Only he is General Wei!

Just as he was about to go back to bed, the old man heard a strange sound, turned around suddenly, and a black shadow broke through the sky, and a cold wind rose at night!

That bit of cold light happened to pass over Wei Mingyuan's right shoulder. If Wei Mingyuan hadn't turned around and turned his head, I am afraid that he would have taken his head and asked for his name by that blow.

"His Royal Highness the Great Prince should have watched it for a long time." Wei Mingyuan twisted his beard and looked calm.

In the grass behind him, Li Chendui, who had a gloomy face, walked out. On the left and right, about twenty or so people quickly poured out, bypassing Wei Mingyuan, coming to his front and back, and surrounding him.

"Old fellow! You've already discovered me! ”

Wei Mingyuan was helpless, and smiled reluctantly, and there were not many wrinkles on his old face. This smile still carries a bit of disdain and frivolity from his youth.

"Twenty-five?" Wei Mingyuan closed his eyes and shook his head, "No, plus the one behind you, there are twenty-six in total." ”

"Humph! Don't talk nonsense, on! ”

Twenty-five people, including Li Chendu, rushed up. does not pay attention to the morality of the rivers and lakes at all, and the white blade is empty-handed. Moreover, he actually made some insidious and secret tricks that could not be put on the surface, and tried to kill Wei Mingyuan as soon as possible.

In the cold wind, in the cold. Wei Mingyuan has a pair of empty fists and bare hands, not impatient or impatient, and returns the move with moves, and his fists are vigorous.

Under the darkness, a cold light suddenly appeared, and he reached out and clamped it. The special Tang knife was crushed by the old man in this way and turned into three halves.

Before the man could wake up from the shock, he saw a black shadow, which was an old man's leg sweep. Three fragments flew out, and naturally he didn't forget his share.

The blade was stuck in the man's face to the back of the head. Throwing himself on the ground, the man died in a short time.

In the darkness, two more screams were heard. One was stabbed in the right shoulder and the other was stabbed in the left leg.

Everyone was stunned, Wei Mingyuan bent down again, lifted one person's feet, and the person immediately fell to the ground, like a green onion, his brain burst, and he lost his breath in an instant.

With a knife sideways, it turned out to be a sneak attack by a killer who was the first to wake up, cutting through Wei Mingyuan's already soaked clothes. The wound was originally free of blood, but he didn't expect Li Sui to be so vicious that he used the poison to seal his throat with blood.

Wei Mingyuan covered his waist, but instead of touching a trace of blood, his fingers were stung by the remaining poison, and when he looked there, it was already pitch black

"Huh!" With a disdainful smile, Wei Mingyuan seemed to be unaware of the wound, and another swing fist smashed the head of the approaching killer.

Li Chendui led everyone to retreat, while Wei Mingyuan stepped forward bravely, becoming more and more courageous the more he fought. Unarmed, but like the god of war, one kick and one punch, either dead or injured, if you are lucky, you will break your arm, and if you are unlucky, you will be killed.

Seeing that the space was getting smaller and smaller, Li Chendui had reached the point where there was no way back. Just as Wei Mingyuan was waiting for Wei Mingyuan to take another step forward, unexpectedly the old man stopped and hooked his hand at them, "If it's a man, give it to me!" It's a big deal, the old man left this life to you! ”

Everyone hesitated, but they were yelled at by Li Chendu, "What are you afraid of, whoever beheaded Wei Mingyuan, I will make him the envoy of the festival at that time!" ”

Stunned, someone began to move forward, holding the blade in his hand. Although he was still not very dragged by Wei Mingyuan and was hammered to the point of bleeding, everyone had gradually discovered Wei Mingyuan's decline.

Rushing up, everyone wants to take the lead in this era of resurgence.

One knife and two knives, on the opposite side of which were one person and two people, everyone began to exchange death for injury to Wei Mingyuan for the sake of the already unwarranted head work.

The former comrades-in-arms fell in front of him one by one, and the past kindness was wiped out in this flesh and blood, and everything seemed to say goodbye to Li Chendui. Fighting these last twenty people, he is really the "lonely man".

In the dark moonlight, Li Chendui silently glanced back. In the endless gloom, the alien invaders narrowed their eyes. Those eyes are as sharp as eagles, and they only look at the cold of the morning and twilight. That was the one who wanted to destroy all of his own hands to destroy him.

"Kill!" Li Chendui lifted the sharp knife and rushed straight towards Wei Mingyuan, that knife was very fast, as if it had gathered all the speed and strength of the eight knives in front of him.

"Boom!" That's the sound of a sharp knife piercing through the body! The old man, who had been on the battlefield for decades, collapsed in this cold and windy night, and fell heavily to the ground, but there was not a trace of blood flowing out of his mouth.

Lingyan Pavilion, the penultimate hero, and the second general, fell. In this cold and cold night, in the silence of everyone, under the sharp knife of this fierce morning and twilight. Nine wounds cost Wei Mingyuan's life!

"Smack!" In the dark, a man from the Western Regions with a high nose walked out, covered his mouth from time to time that could not hide his smile, pointed at Li Chendu, and praised repeatedly: "Not bad!" is worthy of being the most powerful prince of the Tang Dynasty, and the Great Khan will like it. ”

"Alright, let's go!" Silently, Li Chendui turned his head stiffly like a wooden ox and a flowing horse, looked at the dying Wei Mingyuan, looked at Wei Mingyuan's side, and the only one of his guards beckoned him.

"Your Highness!" There was a blazing gaze in that man's eyes, and he was looking forward to the day when he would return to his hometown in fine clothes, rich and glorious.

Gradually, the man's bright eyes began to dim, more and more godless, more and more distracted, until at last, they became a miserable white.

Behind it, a long knife protrudes. On the tip of the knife is the heart that was once alive, but unfortunately, the lights go out when people die, and all the brightness finally comes to an end. Newcastle

In the cold night, the cold wind gusts. At that moment, Li Chendui only felt that he had nothing left.

"Haha-haha-" Wei Mingyuan, who only had his last breath left, laughed at him, "Twenty-five formations in all directions, or the formation I taught you......"

"Smack!" A dart flew out of the Turk's hand, with great force, nailing through Wei Mingyuan's throat, breaking him, his last breath.

"Let's go!"

"Hmm!" Li Chendui nodded sluggishly, and followed the man, stepping into the endless darkness. At the border pass, a woman with Rokka's stomach stroked her belly, escaped from the pursuit of all the guards, and waited for him in the forest where they met, her eyes full of tenderness.

Tonight, the lights are out everywhere in Chang'an City. Suddenly, a quaint room was lit up. Shangguan Yu in the year of the sixtieth year got up. Today, he sleeps quite restlessly.

Rubbing his eyes suspiciously, "What the hell is going on today?" ”

There was no way, nowhere to go, so he picked up the old things, hugged the pillow, and sat in silence in the lonely lamp all night

The next day, early in the morning. The border pass, which has been overwhelmed by black clouds, ushered in its bad news. An eight-hundred-mile rush was sent back to Chang'an overnight. Tired to death five horses, one man

In the courtyard, Li Sui was stopping Li Junci and telling him about a good thing he had only discovered recently

In two completely different locations, in the same timeline, under the same sky, there are always different joys and sorrows

In the calm capital, how many people's peaceful lives have been wasted, and the scholars who are idle are all ready for the spring of the new year.

In the study, Li Sui silently reviewed the folds, looked at the twelve places in the south, but put Qin Di aside - he believed in Wei Mingyuan's strength.

After finishing the morning's work, Li Sui had time to come out and stretch slowly.

"Report!" Wu Han came running, drenched in sweat and dyed clothes, obviously arriving from a long distance, panting and extremely tired.

"What's the matter?"

Wu Han bent down and presented the secret letter in his hand, "Your Majesty, the northwest, eight hundred miles urgent!" Stunned, Li Sui couldn't believe that Wei Mingyuan would go over like this. Moreover, eight hundred miles is urgent, how urgent this event must be.

Hurriedly took it, Li Sui opened it without hesitation, a piece of yellow paper with a few words written on it, "Wei Lao was killed!" Stunned again, Li Sui couldn't believe it. Tears flowed, and he felt a sadness he had never felt before

stared blankly ahead, letting the tears fall, splashing on the ground, water droplets, falling to pieces, "Wu Han ......"

"The little ones are here."

"Go and ask Prime Minister Shangguan to ......"

"Yes!"

Behind the door, Ye Jinyu walked out and looked at Li Sui who was crying out in pain on the corridor, quite uncomfortable.

stepped forward, Ye Jinyu gently stroked Li Sui's shoulders and back, slowly squatted down, Ye Jinyu put his head on Li Sui's back, "Li Sui...... What happened to you? ”

"Hmph...... Phew-Wei, the old general of Wei, is dead......"

"What?" Ye Jinyu was shocked, it was also so incredible. The heart began to ache, and when the hero in the young mind really fell, both of them were so sad.

"Hey! Ha! ”

Under the sunset, Li Sui, who was only thirteen or fourteen years old at the time, was practicing martial arts. Ye Jinyu, who was already eight or nine years old, lay beside him, admiring the punch and kick, although the martial arts were still immature, but that move was the most beautiful of the two at that time.

If you ask more beautifully? That should be Wei Mingyuan, who has nothing to do, slashing, chopping, dragging and throwing casually.

Sawdust flew, and a circle of trees with two palms was cut off at the waist under Wei Mingyuan's knife; Separated in half, the same hard withered bamboo failed to withstand the firewood knife in Wei Mingyuan's hand.

Generals born in the countryside often practice as easily as those children of the family. Perennial up and down the mountain, everything in this world is the best teacher for these country children.

A bundle of bamboo, through a path pioneered by countless predecessors, was moved back to Chang'an by Wei Mingyuan from a hundred-meter-high mountain. But I saw Wei Mingyuan walking into the group residence of the rich and noble.

Heavy bamboos dragged on the ground, openly provoking the major forces.

Those who didn't know opened the door and scolded, but a flying bamboo passed over his head, inserted into the main hall of the house, and went deep into the three feet, trembling constantly.

More and more Zhu doors opened, but without exception, they were "rewarded" with a bamboo. Looking at the screen worth a thousand taels of "broken bones", everyone looked at the familiar rough-clothed man, about thirty years old, with a delicate face, red lips and white teeth, and a radiant complexion.

In the East Palace, Ye Jinyu knew that the person was "a fierce general under the father's hand", so he didn't dare to provoke him, he was looking at the wall, and secretly marveled, but he didn't expect a bamboo to fly and insert it by the pool, "His Royal Highness the Prince, this bamboo will be sent to you!" ”

Helpless, at the same time, Ye Jinyu was also taken aback by this "rough man", he looked beautiful and serious on weekdays, but he didn't expect it to be so brave.

A servant ran over, and when he saw that Ye Jinyu was fine, he wanted to take out the bamboo that was inserted into the ground, but he couldn't pull it out. The servant was about to take the knife, but was stopped by Ye Jinyu: "No." ”

At this time, Li Sui heard the voice, and his face was full of anger, "You dare to harass Jiujiu, sooner or later I will defeat him!" ”