Three kilometers east of the old TV station, the clouds obscured the glimmer of the stars, only the moonlight cast down, and the strong wind wanted to tear the night sky, pulling the cold to roll up the ripples of the river.

On the shore, orange and purple figures are reflected in the water.

Li He thumped his chest, spit out a mouthful of blood, and held the red and dim sword backhand with his left hand, and held Zi Yanfei tightly with his right hand.

Piercing him in the chest was a beam of orange arrows, and after the two swords were blocked, the impact was directly connected to the cerebral marrow through the mouth of the heart, and the breath of air made it feel like the heart was going to freeze.

"Are you ready to die? Guy who can't help himself."

The orange heroic spirit drew the golden bow again, and the red tassels of the wolf's tooth helmet fluttered and the sharp thin eyes pierced Li He.

Li He didn't answer, and made a parry posture again.

"It's boring," the orange spirit snapped decisively, "then leave your name before you die."

Whoosh, the sound of piercing the void, the arrow broke free of gravity and flew quickly towards Li He's forehead.

Li He is locking his eyes on the bow body, calmly considering the arrow off the string, the wind is on the left, but the opponent deflects to the right well, on the path by the river, the two are less than 50 meters apart, and the opponent releases the string without thinking, which is the reason why Li He only has the power to parry.

"I'm sorry, but my mission is not to die." Li He said vigorously, and instead merged the red and purple swords, swept out a fierce wind, and the arrow deflected slightly, scraping through the purple robe, and stabbing the bushes behind him with flames.

Li He didn't look back, and the green belt behind him was only charred black, like a flame train running over.

"Just lure me out, that's a wasted effort, it's just a stronghold that was meant to be abandoned." The orange Heroic Spirit sneered and raised her bow again.

Li He gritted his teeth and summoned a trace of spirit, from the time he had led him to the present, there were only two close opportunities, but he was once again distanced.

Fortunately, the task was about to be completed, and Li He glanced at the red and blue night sky in the west, revealing a smile of relief.

The problem is that the other side seems to want to kill me, and there is no chance to retreat.

"It wouldn't be enough to lure you out," Li He dropped his twin swords, "Use your breath to search for you unmoved, but I didn't expect to use a sword to lure you in."

"So what?" The orange Heroic Spirit's face was gloomy.

Since he was recognized by the purple-clothed heroic spirit in front of him, there was nothing to worry about, and the only way to kill him was to kill him as soon as possible.

"In that case, General Li, do you know this sword?"

Li He raised the crimson three-foot long sword, and the blade of the sword was breathing with a dim light.

This sword is the Chixiao of Gaozu's snake slashing uprising, as the supreme sword of the emperor, how was it obtained by the purple heroic spirit in front of him?

"Who the hell are you?!" The orange Heroic Spirit roared.

Li He smiled but did not answer.

The orange General Li snorted suddenly, although it was the sword of the Fire Emperor in front of him, but the sword body did not bloom with a violent brilliance, could it be a fake? Or, the person in front of him is not the owner of the sword at all?

"How do you know my surname is Lee?" The orange spirit asked.

"Looking at the general's outfit, it seems to be an ancient heroic spirit, and this bow is either a raised bow or a flying general's bow." Li He raised Chixiao and pointed at General Li, "Since the Chixiao Sword can draw you out, it must be the Flying General's Bow."

Speaking of this, Li He just sighed.

General Fei, who had made a lot of achievements in the war and had no missing arrows, finally committed suicide because of the responsibility of the maze of the Battle of Mobei, and although the Li Tang Dynasty and Li Guang had no direct blood, they were both from the Longxi Wang clan.

"Since you know it's General Fei's bow, why don't you surrender obediently?" General Lee laughed.

"On the contrary," Li He raised his sword, "Since you see the sword, seeing the sword is like seeing the Han Emperor, General Li Guang, why don't you kneel!"

"Hahahaha!" After hearing this, the orange spirit suddenly laughed wildly, "It seems that you really recognized the wrong person!"

Li He frowned, admitting his mistake? Could it be ......

"I only have the urge to cut this sword, to break it, to melt it!" The orange spirit said, "My mother, brothers, wife, children, all my people have been killed by the owner of this sword! When I see him, I want to eat his flesh and drink his blood!"

I see!

"In that case, General Li Ling," Li He said calmly as he retreated, "Your and my time has long since passed, and the owner of this sword no longer has any entanglement with you, so why not change the way of living?"

"Less nonsense, death!" After Li Ling noticed Li He's slow retreat, he immediately released the strings.

Li He raised his sword to resist, and Chixiao and Ziyan Fei pushed the orange arrow away and folded it towards the sky.

The second arrow was already in front of him, and Li He instinctively dodged to the left, and the arrow cut a wide blood line on his right arm and stabbed straight behind him, tearing apart the bronze statue in the square in the distance.

As soon as Li He came back to his senses, the third arrow struck, and his right arm was no longer able to call, so he raised Chixiao with his left hand to resist, "Keng!" With a bang, the arrow knocked the crimson sword into the air, and Li He's wrist was torn, spewing out a mist of blood.

Worst!

Li He was about to reach out to catch Chixiao, but found that it landed firmly in the hands of a girl in blue.

"Sister Xiu, long time no see."

The girl in blue stroked the red sword in her hand and smiled, and at that moment, Chixiao bloomed with a hundredfold heat, and molten iron and flames continued to burst outward.

"Li Ling," Fu Su dropped his sword and blocked in front of Li He, "The deceased has passed away like this, we should not look forward to her return, but think about how to live better."

Just as Li Ling was wondering who the woman in blue was, Fusu looked at the poet who was holding his arm behind him, "Li He, it's okay."

"Princess Fusu, I'm really ashamed, thank you for your rescue." Li He smiled bitterly.

"No need," Fusu regained his indifference, "I didn't come to save you, but I was really commissioned to kill the enemy."

"Looks like she still has a backhand."

Although Wen Cheng and Liu Zhen gave him the same commission at the same time, they didn't expect that Liu Zhen would also send the crown heroic spirit.

"Don't blame yourself, Changji," Fusu summoned the dark blue Northern Desert Frost and turned to the red sword in his left hand, "You've done your best, leave it to me next."

And Li Ling, who was in the distance, regained his proud eyes.

"Hmph, it turned out to be Princess Fusu," Li Ling lowered his bow, "If I'm not mistaken, the owner of this sword should be our common enemy."

"You are wrong Li Ling, you are our common enemy." Fusu replied.

That's less nonsense! Li Ling struck an angry blow, and the arrow stabbed with a sound cone, as if to crack the air.

Fusu flicked the frost of the northern desert, and the arrow had already folded to the opposite bank, leaving a narrow water pattern and huge waves on the water surface, and crashed into the waist of the 30-story brightly lit high-rise building opposite, and after a while, the high-rise building slowly collapsed, and panicked screams and screams came from the night sky.

Li Ling glanced at the other side, and was about to draw the bow again, when he found that the girl in the light blue dress was nowhere to be seen, and the chill behind her seemed to be pierced by cold ice against the skin.

Bei Moshuang pierced through Li Ling's back, piercing the third rib in his right chest, and the blood was quickly cooled by the ice, and there was no other pain.

"Who is your master?" Fusu asked indifferently behind him, and writhed his sword.

Li Ling gritted his teeth and yelled in pain, "You think this is the only point that will make me submit?!"

Then he stepped forward vigorously, pulling away from the ice pick step by step, blood dripping from the wounds on the front and back, and he said word by word with his steps, "I'm really sorry, Princess Fusu, I won't die until I kill the master of the sword!"

Fusu was about to chase after him, but found that Li Ling turned into orange particles of light, drifting away with the black smoke and dust intertwined in the air.

Fusu sighed and slowly moved in front of Changji, staring at the poet standing steadily with his arms covered.

"Thank you, Princess Fusu."

"No need Nagayoshi, go back and rest." Fusu stretched out his hand and exhaled the frost, freezing the poet's wounds, and then looked at the night sky in the north.

Next, it's up to the husband.