Just now, Bai Yougui saw that this assassin was neat, and his moves were both virtual and real, and he thought that he had encountered a hard stubble. He used the mist to learn, and he couldn't think of just one move, and Ma Qing had no choice but to be in a dilemma. Only then did he realize that this person's cultivation was not good, far from the point where he needed to be vigilant, so he abandoned his back hand and Shi Shiran left.

Li Wuxiong was aroused by the thunder in his palm, although he was late, his body was extremely fast, and he arrived at the place where Ma Qing and the two were fighting.

Although it is not clear, he still feels that there is a monster in the fog, and Li Wuxiong is also vigilant. The qi of the five elements within Xiao Zhoutian is filled in and endless. Li Wuxiong cultivated the virtue of fire, and all his qi turned into flames, wrapped around his body, and turned into a red light and rushed in.

Unexpectedly, the opponent seemed to have taken precautions, and a very chilling killing intent was directed at him.

Although he was a little guarded, he still seemed to underestimate his opponent. This shot has the ability to split the sky, and Li Wuxiong does not dare to take it hard, so he has his own plan. The flames all around him were like substance, and they all shot at the shot from the left, trying to change the direction of the gun.

But the two tigers competed, and the brave won. Li Wuxiong's evasion, where can he compare to the indomitable Ma Qing, his momentum is a little weaker, and he only used seven points for his strength, and he still has the strength to compete, but now he can only barely defend. However, Li Wuxiong's strategy seemed to be particularly effective, and Ma Qing's shot actually deviated slightly.

The bright silver spear grazed Li Wuxiong's fine upper body, bringing up a piece of flesh and blood, but after all, it avoided the vital point. The latter immediately slapped Ma Qing's face door, and Ma Qing flew out upside down.

It turned out that Ma Qing's shot far exceeded the load of his body, and he only reluctantly deployed it with a fighting spirit, and soon after the stabbing was stabbed, his body lost his strength, passed out, and relied on inertia to conflict. After being attacked by Li Wuxiong, he did not have the consciousness to let his body resist, and as a result, Li Wuxiong was able to resolve this crisis. Rao was so, and the shot almost worked.

Almost, many things in the world are a little worse.

If Li Wuxiong was seriously injured under this shot, the feud between the two families would have ended.

If Ma Qing continues to forcibly use this complete formula, I am afraid that he will die on the spot.

If both of them die here, half a year later, when the White Horse is encircled, a legend will be extinguished.

Bai Yougui has been gone for a while, and this fog has become a rootless source, and as soon as Li Wuxiong's fire burns, it gradually disperses. Li Wuxiong suffered some skin injuries, but there was no major problem, and after about ten steps, he looked at Ma Qing, who was unconscious.

Ma Qing's body was incomplete, his face was covered with blood, and the whole person was already a ball of dead flesh, and the bright silver spear was inserted in his side, like his tombstone.

Li Wuxiong has his own pride, so naturally he will not think about whipping the corpse or something, even if Ma Qing still has a breath, according to Li Wuxiong's temperament, he will never kill someone who can't resist.

Li Wuxiong stood not far away, as dead as an iron tower, but his heart was quite uneasy. Because he recognized the identity of the mass of dead flesh.

Ma Qing's face is already difficult to recognize, but with his nine-foot size, his bells and whistles, and his cultivation at this age, in Qingjiang City, Li Wuxiong doesn't think about anyone else.

Why did this Ma Qing want to hurt the people of my Li family, why did this fight start, how did this strange fog come about, and this snow today? Li Wuxiong was very suspicious in his heart, thinking that only by saving this prodigal son could he ask clearly.

He had just taken a step forward when a spear-like arrow rained down from the sky and stopped in front of him. The arrow was three fingers thick, more than twice as long as an ordinary arrow, and the arrow and the body were made of metal, which was as black as ink, and the tail feathers were also dyed black, hidden in the night, and there was no trace of it.

He raised his left foot again, and with a snap, the second and third came in unison.

In a moment, the arrows pierced into a zigzag, and each arrow was neither more nor less than Li Wuxiong, which happened to be three steps.

Li Wuxiong stopped moving.

After about a quarter of an hour, Ma Ko finally came.

Li Wuxiong's darkness: Thousands of miles do not leave a life, and the divine arm bow is really worthy of its name.

After Ma Kuo landed, the bow and arrow basket of the divine arm were thrown aside, and he leaned over and half-knelt beside Ma Qing to probe the artery in his neck.

The bow and arrows of the divine arm slammed into a mess and scattered them aside.

Li Wuxiong, who was nearby, said respectfully, see the town guard.

The noisy sound of gongs and drums in the distance mingled with the wailing or anxious shouts of civilians.

Horses' hooves rumbled from near and far.

Ma Kuo clearly heard the pulse that hung like a gossamer.

Ma Kuo shook his head and said softly: If you don't die this time, I will beat you to death.

As long as you don't die.

As long as you don't die.

After a while, a group of soldiers arrived with medical craftsmen.

Ma Kuo waved his hand and said: Death and life are fate.

The doctors and craftsmen all left, and carried Ma Qing back with his life in his hands. Several backbones in the camp were not left behind, and the pestle was between Ma Kuo and Li Wuxiong, facing the former and facing away from the latter.

Everyone is silent, some are not qualified to speak, some do not want to speak, and some do not think about how to say it.

After confronting each other for a while, Ma Kuo said: "Nephew, accompany me to see Qing'er."

said that it was a nephew, then this is a private matter, even if Ma Qing died, he couldn't complain about the Li family, and the faces of the soldiers were obviously relaxed.

A man with red phoenix eyes on the eaves in the distance bowed his head at Li Wuxiong.

Li Wuxiong then replied: Yes.

On the second day, the new town guard came and went.

Among them, there are no Ma Kuo and Li Wuxiong. Ma Kuo went to the barracks and shot arrows in the martial arts arena as usual.

And Li Wuxiong returned to the Li Mansion early in the morning, and he told the same story twice, and the score was exactly the same.

And Bai Yougui squinted his eyes and came to Ma Qing.

This battle is full of wind and rain in the city, and Bai Yougui is always in the city, so he naturally knows it. sighed that this little rabbit cub had no more than a few goods in his stomach to drip this water, and I hurt him by mistake.

Bai Yougui patted his belly, of course he meant that I had goods in my belly. Forget it, this mistake is regarded as a sin I did, so make an exception to save him.