Li Chongmao was ready to attack, and he was about to move forward with a sword, when a person from the opposite side suddenly came out of the crowd and stopped in front of him. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

There is only one person, but it is like a vast wave of smoke, with the power of swallowing mountains and rivers in the introverted, and the countless figures around him seem to have become his foil, the edge of the war knife in his hand and the sharpness of a pair of eyes are intertwined into a shocking breath, which actually makes Li Chongmao's heart of death stagnate slightly.

People can die in battle, but morale cannot be taken away!

Li Chongmao shouted, "The thief suffers death", and the long knife was raised high, showing an extremely cold chill.

The person on the opposite side stood with a knife horizontally, hunting in clothes, and when he heard Li Chongmao's roar, an inexplicable color flashed in his eyes, and his fighting spirit suddenly subsided a lot, and there was a faint smile on his face.

Li Chongmao was furious, and the other party's smile was obviously a ridicule in his eyes, an insult to his dignity, and to wash away the insult, it was necessary to use blood.

The long knife is rolling, and the killing intent is thick!

In the blink of an eye, I saw a phantom flash by, and Li Chongmao's long knife had already slashed at the top of the head of the person opposite.

The cold wind surged between the heavens and the earth, the fire was blazing, and the fragments of dead leaves danced in the air.

The man's gaze fell on Li Chongmao's long knife, and he didn't dodge or dodge, and at the moment when he was about to slash himself, the battle knife in his hand cut a silver light, hitting the blade of the long knife with great precision, thus changing the direction of the long knife.

Li Chongmao's long knife fell, and he heard a loud 'bang', and a boulder on the ground was smashed and shattered, which shows the strength of the long knife and the strength of the manpower of the knife.

However, no matter how good the knife is, no matter how strong the power is, after all, it only passes by the enemy and does not bring the slightest damage to the opponent.

Li Chongmao was extremely surprised in his heart, although it was only one move, he already knew that the opponent was an extreme master with a knife, and he didn't dare to slack off in his hand, and the long knife slashed out a full nine knives in an instant.

The weight of the long knife is extremely heavy, but the nine knives that Li Chongmao wielded are flowing and continuous, and they have been gathered by his life's strength, but I am afraid that no one will dare to fight against him!

But those who fought against him dared!

A cold light suddenly flashed in the man's eyes, and he drew his sword.

In the dream-like sword light, the man also swung out nine swords, each of which appropriately defused Li Chongmao's moves.

When the ninth knife was slashed, the war knife actually broke away from the man's grasp and flew towards Li Chongmao.

Li Chongmao is talented and extremely powerful, but his long knife is too bulky and his skills are very simple, so in the collision of the previous nine knives, he suffered the secret loss of the opponent's exquisite knife technique, and the huge shock from his hand made him stumble, and when he saw the flying sword, he lost his balance in order to avoid this blow.

Master duel, one move can determine life and death!

The moment Li Chongmao lost his balance, he was actually defeated, but to his surprise, his opponent did not take this opportunity to take his life, but stood still like a mountain.

Silence, silence, the silence of the night obscured everything.

Li Chongmao stood firmly and looked at the man, and once again saw a smile on the other party's face, the same smile as just now, but Li Chongmao no longer thought it was a sarcastic smile, but felt a trace of appreciation from it that made him unpredictable.

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The firelight flickered, and the dim light was like a phantom.

Li Chongmao opened his eyes with difficulty, the muscles all over his body seemed to have turned into spring mud, and he couldn't lift up any strength under the incomparable soreness, and the battle just now almost consumed all his energy.

Actually, it can't be called a battle at all.

Three hundred against fifty, with an average of six people fighting one, such a battle is just a boring crush.

After Li Chongmao lost the knife competition, he and his rural soldiers were besieged, although they resisted with all their might, but the huge gap in numbers made Li Chongmao and others quickly fall to the ground one by one, and he himself was knocked unconscious on the spot.

Li Chongmao was not surprised that there was no suspense in the battle, but he was still alive and well now, and he was not even restrained in any way, which made him feel extremely surprised.

Why did the enemy spare his life again, is there something in him that interests the other party?

In a trance, Li Chongmao gradually regained consciousness, looked up and found a person standing silently in front of him, who was the one who was fighting with him.

Xuanyuan Chen stared at Li Chongmao with great interest, and when he saw that he had woken up, he said with a smile on his face: "Sure enough, he is a tough guy, he woke up so soon."

Li Chongmao frowned, the two should have been enemies of life and death, but there was not the slightest hostility on the other party, but he still sneered: "Dog thief, if you want to kill, you have to do it quickly, if Lao Tzu frowns, he won't be called Li Chongmao!"

Xuanyuan Chen touched his chin and asked with a smile, "Your name is Li Chongmao?" He asked lightly, in fact, he had already learned Li Chongmao's identity from the mouth of those township soldiers in Li Zhuang.

Li Chongmao didn't know where the strength came from, so he suddenly stood up from the ground, clenched his fists and said: "Lao Tzu is Li Chongmao, and the youngest son of Li Zongwang, the owner of Li Zhuang, is me!" He deliberately reported to his family, just to let Fang come to the door to ask the teacher for the crime, forcing his father Li Zongwang to turn his face against the thief, and no longer be a timid and afraid turtle.

Xuanyuan Chen lowered his head and pondered for a moment, and when he raised his head, the smile on his face was even bigger, but the words suddenly changed and asked, "Can you still drink?"

Li Chongmao was stunned when he heard this, but he didn't care and shouted loudly: "If you have a life, you can drink it!"

Xuanyuan Chen praised: "A good sentence can be drunk if you have a life!" He turned around and walked a few steps, and after a while, he had two more jars of wine in his hand, and when he walked back, he handed one of them to Li Chongmao.

Li Chongmao looked at the wine jar in his hand, and suddenly felt a little confused in his heart.

The other party doesn't seem to be a thief, but instead feels like a heroic hero.

Xuanyuan Chen saw the incomprehensible look in Li Chongmao's eyes, and still did not rush to reveal his identity, but lifted the oilcloth on the mouth of the altar and drank it on his back.

The wine flowed down the corners of his lips, and the low streamer seemed to be the hero's regretless and heroic!

Not to be outdone, Li Chongmao raised the wine jar and put it to his mouth.

Xuanyuan Chen took a few sips, slowly put down the wine jar, and looked at Li Chongmao, who was drinking heartily in front of him, and couldn't help but feel a little happy in his heart.

If it weren't for the shouting of "death to the thief" when Li Chongmao took out the knife, it might have caused an irreparable tragedy because of a misunderstanding.

After all, how can a thief cry out that a thief will die?

And the determination of Li Chongmao and others was also deeply respected by the Beiliang Army, but the soldiers of the Beiliang Army still beat up more than 50 township soldiers in Li Zhuang.

It seems difficult to understand, but in fact, it is just a more alternative kind of sympathy!

The soldiers of the Northern Liang Army are proud and fearless, and when they encounter a group of people who are the same as them, they will inevitably compete with each other, thus colliding with fierce sparks.

A man's passion is often made by playing.

Take Zuo Kui's words at that time: I know that these people are all good men, but who made them show so bloody and resolute in front of our Beiliang Army, if they don't beat them down, wouldn't it be the prestige of our Beiliang Army, at most, Lao Tzu let them punch a few times to get angry.

Zuo Kui said the thoughts of many soldiers of the Beiliang Army, but when it comes to fighting, the soldiers are still very measured, and Li Chongmao and others are only slightly injured.

However, at this time, Li Chongmao still didn't know what was going on, and even guessed that Xuanyuan Chen invited him to drink severed head wine, and in line with the idea that if he didn't drink it in this life, he would never drink it again, Li Chongmao actually poured a jar of wine into his stomach in one go.

In the end, he is a giant, and the amount of alcohol is absolutely proportional to his stature.

Xuanyuan Chen saw Li Chongmao drink it dry, and couldn't help but shake his head and said: "This is the first-class daughter Hong, there are only ten altars in the Dragon King Village, and your drinking method is simply a tyrannical thing."

Li Chongmao had a little drunkenness in his eyes, but he still didn't lose his wild nature when he spoke: "The wine is also drunk, you are a thief and a good person, is it time to send me on the road."

Xuanyuan Chen smiled faintly, and said with ridicule in his tone: "Live well, why do you ask to die, do you really have no nostalgia in this world?"

A trace of sadness flashed in Li Chongmao's eyes, and he was quickly replaced by relief, and said lightly: "My father has a lot of sons, and I am not missing one of them to support him and continue the incense, and I am not married yet, so I can't really talk about nostalgia."

Xuanyuan Chen stood silent, with a hint of eagerness in his smile, Li Chongmao's freedom made people can't help but appreciate it.

After a long time, Xuanyuan Chen said: "You won't die here, in the future, on the battlefield, maybe it may be your only destination!"

Li Chongmao's eyes widened, and the blue tendons on his forehead burst out.

Horse leather shroud, died on the battlefield, how is it not his long-cherished wish, but now, he can only ...... Thinking of this, Li Chongmao's eyelids suddenly jumped, and he glared at Xuanyuan Chen and said, "What did you just say?"

Xuanyuan Chen's gaze became deep, and he said, "You won't die here, you won't die under my sword!"

Li Chongmao's drunkenness had dissipated without a trace, but he felt that he seemed to be even more drunk, and he couldn't even understand what the other party said, so he asked, "You really don't kill me?"

Xuanyuan Chen smiled and asked, "Why did I kill you?"

This time, Li Chongmao was sure that he heard clearly, and his face became more rosy than drunk.

He is not a stupid person, how can he not understand what Xuanyuan Chen means at this time, a pair of confused eyes looked at the young man in front of him again, and various speculations flashed in his mind at the same time.

Xuanyuan Chen has been laughing, and the smile is elusive.

The more Li Chongmao thought about it, the more dazed he became, and finally asked, "Who is Your Excellency?"

Xuanyuan Chen did not hide it, and confessed: "My name is Xuanyuan Chen!"

At this time, Duan Qifeng and Xiao Tianming happened to come over, ready to wait and see Li Chongmao's shocked expression, but they didn't expect Li Chongmao to think for a while, and then said with a puzzled expression: "I know several leaders in the Dragon King Village, why haven't I heard of you, and your sword skills are so powerful, shouldn't you be famous?"

Xuanyuan Chen's eyes were slightly surprised, but Xiao Tianming couldn't help but sigh on the side: "Reading less, it's really not a crime!"