Li Licheng's fall became the last straw that broke the camel's back.

The people of the Li family, no matter how stubborn they are, realize that their family is really on the big deal at this time.

Hong Fan stepped further and forced the tip of the sword of an unruly cavalryman.

The latter was forced to drop the blade of the sword.

"Second Master Li has pleaded guilty."

Hong Fan shouted.

"Still not disarmed?!"

The power of drinking made the team tremble.

With a thud, the sword fell to the ground.

And then there was a ripple effect.

For a while, the swords, guns, swords, and halberds fell, and the sound of the long rose one after another.

Hong Fan stepped over the threshold, his gaze swept left and right.

Everywhere he looked, the Li family knelt on the ground with their heads in their hands.

One person subdued hundreds of people, but it made Hong Fu and others standing on the roof outside look stupid.

With a wave of Liao Zhenghao's hand, the soldiers rushed forward, kicked away the weapons all over the ground, and controlled everyone one by one.

"Where's your eldest son?"

Hong Fan asked everyone in the Li family.

"I saw it in the Crane Hall before."

One person replied.

But it was Li Xingfa.

"Thank you."

Hong Fan nodded to him and stepped inside.

Li Jiahe is in the hall.

The candle was unlit, and it was pitch black.

The four-character plaque of "Stick Township View Country" hangs high on the beam.

It is said that when the ancestor of the Li family was awarded the title of Auxiliary Lieutenant for his military exploits, he was once the pastor of Liangzhou Prefecture.

In the center of the main hall, there is a wooden chair.

Li Shenji was neatly groomed, incense and jade, and sat on it alone.

In front of him, the moonlight slanted in along the gate, and the blue bricks stood a foot apart, like a sharp blade hanging.

The Crane Hall is not close to the main entrance of the Li Mansion.

But tonight the house is extremely quiet, and the sound can barely reach here.

It's a pity that the words that came over the wall and across the courtyard did not have any good news.

First, the bad news that Li Heming and the Xiao family brothers were either dead or captured.

Then there is Hong Fan's rebuke and the sound of weapons falling to the ground.

Seeing the flickering firelight outside the courtyard slowly approaching, Li Shenji's face was in a trance, and his eyes finally returned to some divine light.

"Winning and Defeating the ......"

He bowed his head and muttered to himself, staring at the moonlight that had crept up at some point, and drew the hardcover horizontal sword in his lap.

"But it's worth a fate."

Li Shenji's chest rose and fell, and he raised his sword with both hands, slowly across his neck.

The sword is immersed in the moon.

It's a little cold to the skin, and then it's bone-chilling.

Li Shenji's teeth began to fight.

He closed his eyes and pushed back the edge of the blade, cutting half an inch into his neck.

The pain spreads.

The trembling hand slanted the tendon of the sword and tore open the wound.

The smell of fishiness came up.

Li Shenji glanced down his eyes and saw the unspeakable fear flowing down the sword body when he saw the unspeakable blood flowing down the sword body.

"Woo ......"

He hastily covered the wound on his neck, but he vomited uncontrollably.

A few mouthfuls of sour yellow water splashed on the green bricks, and Li Shenji collapsed on the chair, sobbing sideways.

The Li family has stabbed several people, and he did not hesitate to exchange the entire city of Jinhai for a second-grade martial arts.

However, the difficulty of death is known to him today.

At this moment, laughter sounded in front of the hall.

"To live or not to live, to die or not to die."

"Master Li, what do you want?"

Li Shenji looked up and saw Hong Fan standing outside the door.

The moonlight stretched Hong Fan's shadow and enveloped Li Shenji's whole person.

"I suddenly remembered the first time I watched the top four last year."

Hong Fan stepped through the door and continued.

"That time, Li Gongzi deserved everyone's attention."

"But I didn't expect that you wouldn't even dare to go to the main gate today."

He shook his head dismissively.

"Why don't you dare to die, but still pretend to hold a sword?"

Hong Fan shouted.

"Yes......"

Li Shenji didn't wipe away his tears, but only threw his sword from afar.

Then he slipped out of his chair and knelt in Hong Fan's shadow.

"The gods know everything, and they ask Hong Gongzi to live."

Hong Fan raised his hand and did not reply.

The sound of armor grinding against each other came from far and near.

Hong Lie, Shen Hong and others who were guarding the gate of the courtyard came on foot.

"Take him, abolish the cultivation, and bring him back to the city guard prison."

Hong Fan said casually, turned around and left, and didn't look at Li Shenji again.

······

At the same time.

North of Jinhai City, more than 300 miles away.

The Western Wilderness Marsh.

The paradise of the snake people, the forbidden area of humans.

Cascading clouds covered the night sky, and the moon hung behind it, like a glowing fog.

Under the sky dome, the wetland is flat and vast.

Meadows, reeds, moss, and hills slightly above the horizon divide the dark green water into countless small pieces.

On the edge of the marsh, less than thirty miles from the Gimhae Desert, grows a huge tree.

Or a dense forest.

This is a marsh banyan tree, rooted here for an unknown age.

The canopy is more than 30 meters high, covering a diameter of more than 100 meters, and thousands of aerial roots hang down.

Wood is like a canopy.

It blesses a small area of water with constant temperature day and night, like an independent kingdom.

Under the core branch of the marsh banyan, there is a new ancient tripod.

The copper tripod is old, there is a lot of wear, and the outside is covered with a layer of patina.

The dragon pattern originally carved on it has lost its details, and it looks like a swimming snake.

Crash.

There was a splash of water in the ding, and it seemed that something was swimming.

As the night deepened, the sound of swimming gradually subsided.

After another moment, the movement stopped, and the forest was quiet again.

Then the sound of scales and bark rubbing sounded in the trees.

Along the trunk of the tree, a huge eight-meter-long creature circled silently, poking its head in front of the ding.

There was blood in the ding.

There are snakes in the blood.

It's a tiny white snake.

Its body was visibly deformed, with an unnatural twist at five inches - more appropriately, it looked like it had two necks and two heads, and one was later cut off along the bifurcation.

At this time, the white snake floated on its back on the surface of the blood and water, no longer moving.

The visitor stretched his neck and swallowed a long letter, quickly confirming a fact.

The White Snake is dead.

So, it slid down the trunk of the tree, erected its upper body, which was more than three meters high, and removed the weapon it was carrying.

This weapon is two meters long, hundreds of catties, and it is huge and crude.

It's not so much a knife as a giant metal rod, with a rough edge sharpened on a narrow side.

With the soldiers in hand, the snake man general waved lightly and smashed the ding with the back of the knife.

A bell-like hum spread under the trees.

In an instant, the entire Swamp Ficus seemed to come to life.

First the foliage of the branches, then the scraping of the scales and and the hardwood.

In the end, thousands of air roots were shaken at the same time.

Dense snakemen descend along the edges of the air-rooted branches, or fall on the swamp, or hang upside down.

The snake man general held down the copper tripod with one claw.

The bell stopped, and after a few breaths, the murmur also stopped.

Not a word of small talk, not a word of complaint.

The forest was as quiet as if nothing had happened.

There were only thousands of pairs of eyes that reflected the glimmer, and they all looked at the tall snake general in front of the copper tripod.

It holds a blade in one hand and a ding in the other, and is clothed in rudimentary shoulder armor and breastplate, and is covered with crimson scales.

A shrill and hoarse snake man voice rang out.

"By the order of the Son of God, in the name of my red scales......"

"To the south!"

PS：

The story of the Li family has come to an end, and the first volume will soon be over.

In terms of characters, Li Heming, Li Licheng, and Li Shenji all want to write some style characteristics.

But structurally, I can't give them too much space, otherwise it will affect the rhythm of Hong Fan's line.

It can only be said that this paragraph was written with great care.

(End of chapter)