Under the blazing night sky, the white slave sang, the song was desolate and sad with the song, and his brows were furrowed, although he did not know the literal meaning of the songs sung in the Turkic language, but he was well versed in music and heard the desire to die in the heart of the white slave.

"He's bent on death, be careful!" Li Ang looked at King Qiling and Feng Siniang, who were wielding a knife and killing Bai Nu, shouted loudly, and the people rushed out.

Gao Huan looked at Li Ang who rushed out, the heavy sword in his hand fell to the ground, looking at the depression on the chest armor, thinking of the Turkic man dressed as a scribe who stabbed this sword, the doubts in his eyes were even heavier, this kind of penetrating strength is the skill of the inner family, it can be regarded as a secret that is not passed on, looking at Daqin, there are only a handful of people who can use this kind of internal strength, how can a Turkic person be...

Li Ang looked at King Qiling and Feng Siniang, who kept swinging his sword like a madman, his eyes showed bitterness, he wanted to wait for the tiger and leopard riders to arrive and shoot the white slave with a strong crossbow, instead of fighting for his life like now, and fighting with a person who was bent on death.

"Don't fight him!" Li Ang shouted, but King Qiling and Feng Siniang, who were occupied by hatred, couldn't listen to him at all, and the two of them were desperate like madmen, not caring about their own life or death.

The military thorn blocked the horizontal knife that the white slave slashed down, in the sharp and piercing sound, the stabbing brushed each other, Li Ang backhanded, and the military thorn stabbed to the throat of the white slave, he saw that the king of Qiling and Feng Siniang could not listen to his words, so he could only forcibly cut in, close to the melee, and forced the white slave to fight with him.

Look at the military stabs that are close at hand. The white slave could only retreat with his sword, and Li Ang's close melee made him extremely jealous. Seeing him retreat, Li Ang did not force him, and he sank down to avoid the blade that swept back, and also took a step back, but unfortunately, King Qiling and Feng Siniang did not take this opportunity to distance themselves from the white slave, and still attacked to the death.

Looking at the two of them who looked like crazy demons. Li Ang seemed to understand something, the appearance of King Qiling and Feng Siniang, just like when he used to be completely wiped out of his subordinates, they must have lost extremely important people!

In an instant, Leon leaned towards the white slave again. King Qiling and Feng Siniang couldn't listen to anyone at this time, and before the 'Martial God' of the Turkic Land in front of them fell, they would go down frantically until they died.

The white slave looked at Li Ang, who was bullied like a ghost, and suddenly abandoned the knife, he didn't want to repeat the mistakes of the past, and he couldn't get used to this Qin State horizontal knife, which was more than fifty catties lighter than his nine-foot horse chopping knife. Reaching out to grab the stabbing thorn, almost instantly, the white slave's palm was penetrated, but he didn't realize it. Still grabbing Leon's wrist straight forward.

Looking at the hand that was pierced by the military stab, Li Ang was slightly stunned. He didn't expect that the white slave would have such a strong man's determination to break his wrist. Letting go of the thorn, Li Ang tapped on tiptoe. He wanted to retreat, but it was still a little too late, and the white slave's left fist scraped his right shoulder, and the huge force knocked him upside down and flew out.

The white slave snorted, his whole body was full of qi, and his arms swept towards King Qiling and Feng Siniang, and the moment he shot Li Ang away, the knives of King Qiling and Feng Siniang slashed at him.

Forced to retreat, King Qiling and Feng Siniang looked at the place where Li Ang had fallen to the ground. The look of madness in his eyes came to his senses. The white slave pulled out the thorn from his palm, and then exerted force on his shoulder. Burst out of the wind, Siniang inserted two soft knives on his shoulders.

Li Ang got up from the ground, staring at the white slave with even more cold eyes, he held his right shoulder with his left hand, snorted, and violently pulled the dislocated joint back to his shoulder.

The white slave looked at Li Ang, his eyes showed a fierce light, he bared his teeth and roared, and rushed out. Looking at the white slave rushing towards him, the corners of Li Ang's mouth laughed, his blood flowed with the blood of a man's thirst for war, and he lowered his body to meet the rushing Turkic Martial God.

At the moment of contact, Li Ang kicked on the ground, suddenly turned sideways, hugged the white slave suddenly, exerted force with both arms, and took advantage of the moment when he stepped forward, picked him up and fell behind him.

"Maybe you are the best in the world with a knife, but in close combat, you are not as good as me!" After Li Ang fell to the ground with the white slave in his arms, he got up from the ground, looked at the white slave who shook his head and said coldly. As he spoke, without giving the white slave any respite, he kicked him with a sharp side kick.

Looking at the white slave who was completely suppressed, Gao Huan was stunned, he couldn't imagine that Li Ang's close-range technique was so good, and many of the tricks he used were something he had never seen before, especially the previous back-hugging and falling behind him, which was really a wonderful move.

Looking at Li Ang, who was attacking like a man, King Qiling and Feng Siniang's hearts calmed down, thinking that if they had listened to him before, they would have entangled this Turkic martial god together, and waited until the tiger and leopard rode over... Thinking of this, the two glanced at each other and slowly leaned over.

Leon relied on the thunderous kicks, sweeping the white slave back, although he had the upper hand, but he still had some faint uneasiness in his heart, the body of this Turkic martial god was too strong, under his continuous kicks, he did not fall, which was much more than he expected.

If you can't attack for a long time, you will inevitably lose, Li Ang understands this truth in his heart, but there is nothing he can do, if he stops, I am afraid that he will immediately be counterattacked like thunder, and the gains outweigh the losses.

"Drink!" The white slave shouted violently, withdrew his hands, and grabbed Li Ang's legs with his chest, and grabbed Li Ang's shoulders with both hands. His shoulders were held down, and Li Ang immediately grabbed Bai Nu's arm with his backhand. The two of them held their breath at the same time and put their strength together.

Taking advantage of the pause in the strength of the two, King Qiling slashed at Bai Nu with a knife, and Feng Siniang also threw the flying knife in his hand. The blood light burst out, and King Qiling's knife slashed at Bai Nu's back, dragging out an extremely long blood mark, and Feng Siniang's flying knife also shot out and stabbed into Bai Nu's left eye.

No matter how strong his body is, under this sudden severe pain, Bai Nu can't help but look up to the sky and howl, in the blur of blood, his face is distorted hideously, he grabbed Li Ang's shoulders tightly, his muscles collapsed, he grabbed Li Ang hard, and staggered towards the burning house not far away, even if he wanted to die, he had to drag this Qin warrior who put him in a desperate situation twice to die together, so that he would not regret it.

Looking at Li Ang, who was dragged by the white slave and rushed towards the sea of fire, Feng Siniang rushed over, she had lost her 'father' and 'younger brother', if even the last person she loved died, she didn't know what the meaning of living was, if she wanted to die, let's die together, she thought so, and a smile appeared on her face.

Feng Siniang suddenly felt a weight on her shoulders, and the person fell to the ground backwards, the figure of King Qiling swept past her, and the whole person flew out, and the knife in her hand slashed towards Bai Nu's arm, where blood was splashed, her knife stuck into Bai Nu's shoulder, and between the force, the blade was deeply embedded in it. "Hmm!" The white slave let out a beastly roar in his throat, and his right hand let go of Leon's left shoulder.

Leon right shoulder

, Bai Nu's hand almost crushed his shoulder bone, hot and piercing pain, held his breath, and punched Bai Nu's left hand that was grabbing him, his eyes were terrifyingly calm.

White slave's left eye socket was dripping with blood, his bloodstained face was distorted by pain, revealing a hideous aura, he felt the boiling heat, laughed lowly, and dragged Leon towards the sea of fire with his huge body.

King Qiling looked at Li Ang, who kept punching at Bai Nu's left arm, her eyes showed a look of reluctance and affection, she suddenly let go of the hilt, her body crashed into Bai Nu's arms, and her right hand grabbed his left arm, separating him and Li Ang.

Li Ang's raised fist fell, and he looked at the back of King Qiling and shouted, "What are you going to do, go!" ”

"I don't want you dead!" King Qi Ling listened to the anxious voice behind him, smiled lightly, and there was gentle love in his eyes, "So I want you to live well!" As she spoke, she pulled out the knife in the white slave's eye, stabbed it into his left shoulder socket, and slashed it fiercely.

In the severe pain, Bai Nu used his last strength to take Li Ang and King Qi Ling to leap into the sea of fire, in mid-air, Li Ang listened to King Qi Ling's words, his mind was blank, and he didn't even know that his left shoulder had been released. "Remember to live well!" King Qiling exerted strength on his shoulders and pushed Li Ang behind him to the ground behind him.

Seeing King Qiling and the white slave fall into the burning mansion, Li Ang fell heavily to the ground, "Don't! He shouted hoarsely, got up from the ground, and tried to rush into the fire. Go and save King Qiling.

"Don't." Feng Siniang hugged Li Ang from behind and hugged him tightly, "They are all dead, only you are left by my side, only you are left!" Feng Siniang murmured behind Li Ang. Struggling to silence Leon as he looked at the falling pillar of fire in front of him, he knelt on the ground weakly, his lip bitten so that blood oozed from it.

There was a raging fire all around. The mask on King Qiling's face fell to the ground at some point, and she looked at her left leg, which was crushed by the falling beam, gritted her teeth, and pulled it out, standing up, and watching the splinters of wood that had been erected under her body pierced into her chest. The white slave, who was constantly spitting blood in his mouth, dragged his broken left leg and choked towards the burning mansion. Note: This is a foreshadowing, King Qiling is not really dead, and there will be no disfigurement and amnesia.

Looking at King Qiling, who glanced at himself quietly and walked towards the distance of the firelight, the white slave's face twitched in pain, his body was burning, he raised his head sharply, and slammed into the bluestone bricks on the ground. In the shattering of the skull, he died with his eyes open. He didn't expect that he would die at the hands of a woman.

The tiger and leopard riders rushed over. At this time, all the black-clothed Turks in the post station were slaughtered, and they looked at Gao Huan who was holding his chest, and wanted to return to the situation, but Gao Huan stopped them and waved them back. Gao Huan glanced at Li Ang and Feng Siniang, turned to leave, the punch in his chest, although it was not his life. But it will take months of recuperation before it can be fully understood.

Leon stood up. Turned around. Looking at him, Feng Siniang couldn't hold back any longer, she cried in his arms, since she was sensible, she never cried again, she always told herself to be strong, stronger than men, not to cry, not to shed tears in front of men, but in the end she is just a woman after all, in front of the man she likes, just a weak woman.

Li Ang looked at Feng Siniang who was crying in his arms, and wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say it, his heart was as uncomfortable as a knife, he thought that if he didn't come back in time, maybe everything wouldn't be like this, all this was his fault.

After a long time, Feng Siniang raised her head, she looked at the expression on Li Ang's face, as if she knew what he was thinking, "It's not your fault, it's not your fault!" Feng Siniang muttered to herself, touching Li Ang's face, her voice soft.

"I know, but I still can't forgive myself." Li Ang looked at Feng Siniang, her voice was so calm that she was scared, "If I hadn't come back too late, if I hadn't been so useless, things wouldn't have been like this!" ”

Feng Siniang hugged Li Ang suddenly, she didn't know how to persuade him, and she knew that no matter how she persuaded him, the man in front of her would still count all the blame on herself, all she could do was to hold him tight and let him know that she would be by his side and always be with him...

The dawn sky gradually brightened, Li Ang walked back to the wing room with Feng Siniang in his arms, looked at the sleeping woman in his arms, his mouth moved, "Thank you." Seeing that Li Ang covered the quilt for Feng Siniang, Yuan Luoshen and Huo Xiaoyu walked to his side and grabbed his hand.

Looking at the two worried little faces, Leon smiled at them and looked at Trist at the door, "Take good care of them, I'll go out for a while." ”

Yuan Luoshen and Huo Xiaoyu looked at Li Ang's face that was as quiet as usual, and suddenly felt very sad in their hearts, they didn't know why, they felt that there was a lot of sadness hidden in Li Ang's smile at them just now.

"Childe, let's sleep for a while!" Trist couldn't remember exactly when he started calling Leon like that, but it was a blessing to be part of this man's family, he thought as he looked at the tired face, "You..."

"I'm a man!" Leon looked at Trist, shook his head slightly, and walked out of the room. Behind him were Yuan Luoshen and Huo Xiaoyu, who had been staring at him closely, with a somewhat worried little face.

Man, you can't fall down until you die! Trist looked at Leon's back respectfully, thinking to himself. He looked at Yuan Luoshen and Huo Xiaoyu, suddenly walked in front of them, squatted down, looked at them, and smiled, "Two young ladies, Gongzi is a man who will never fall easily, I think he will be fine soon." ”

"Hmmm! Childe, he will be fine, he will definitely be fine. Huo Xiaoyu looked at Trist's face, nodded, and said loudly.

"Uncle Cui, can you teach Luo Shen martial arts?" Yuan Luoshen bit his mouth and looked at Trist, "I don't want to look at Childe like that, I want to protect Childe." ”

"Luoshen, you should know that Gongzi doesn't want you and Xiaoyu to get involved in these things, after returning to Chang'an, you can..."

"Without Childe, Xiaoyu and I are just little beggars living on the streets, maybe one day..." Yuan Luoshen lowered his head, "A person like Childe will not become an ordinary person, I don't want to just watch Childe from the sidelines... I want to stay by Childe's side, even if I die like that, it doesn't matter! ”

"Well, I'll teach you real martial arts." Trist stood up, he looked at Yuan Luoshen's black and blue eyes, and said quietly.