The red dust and white waves are boundless, forbearance and humiliation are the best formula, and there are thousands of tricks in the heart, and thousands of ravines are hidden in the belly.

Li Hongyi is a very tolerant person, and the sentence hanging on his bedside to this day is very eloquent in this point.

Framed in gold wire wood, trimmed with brass and backed by a piece of white cowhide, tanned with some yellowing, and delicately embroidered with a line of words in tattoo technique: At the beginning of the matter, the consequences should be accrued.

Li Hongyi lay at the end of the bed, staring unblinkingly at this set of cautionary maxims, life guidelines that he had memorized when he was a teenager.

He lay at home for two days in a row, not wanting to do anything, not knowing the taste of food, and his heart was like ashes.

Seeing that the sky was beginning to light up outside, he was full of sorrow and depression and didn't know where to vent, so he simply jumped up, carried the standard long knife brought by the Forbidden Bureau, and didn't wash it, so he ran out in a daze, found a vacant space under the tree in front of the door, and began to practice the knife.

The knife technique he practiced is called "Seven Cultivation Knife Cutting Knife", as the name suggests, there are seven moves, none of which is to go down the three roads, focusing on the head and shoulders to attack, pay attention to the momentum to oppress the other party, with a few long, the enemy will be saved, and then endlessly, interlocking, until the opponent's momentum is crushed, and it is not time to deal with it in a hurry, often it is a split in half.

Li Hongyi was angry in his heart, and every move and style contained great resentment, and he gave up four of them, only taking three knives on the head and face, and repeatedly chopping back and forth, gritting his teeth, as if he had seen an enemy.

Damn Huang Shangwen!

Damn Li Wenbo! Damn Gou Sihai!

Damn Huo Yuanlong!

Brush, brush, and then there was a bang, and something fell to the ground.

A branch that extended down from the big tree was split in two by him, and before it could touch the ground, he caught up with two more swords, and the arm-long branch was split into three knots by him, and the branches and leaves were scattered everywhere.

At this time, someone next to him applauded, papa

"Good knife technique, good knife technique of Lord God Catcher!"

Li Hongyi put away his sword and regained his breath, his mood gradually calmed down, and he followed the prestige and saw that he was a middle-aged man with a short stature, short dress, a dark face, and a crop man. Behind him, two big horses were leading him, and they were applauding him with admiration on their faces.

He gathered his mind, and the god of hunting was alive, so he smiled and said, "Friend, you also know knives?"

The man smiled very honestly: "I know some, "Five-way Soul Breaking Knife", the adult has just made the last slash, the body is forward, he does not dodge or dodge, he is so brave that he can move forward, and the knife cuts the essence of the soul! ”

"Oh, it's a bit insightful, you can see that my last castration has just been exhausted!?"

"It's not that there is no room for return, and then follow a tiger to turn back, and you can save your life without worry!"

He said it categorically, and Li Hongyi's eyes lit up: "It's good, it's good, it's good eyesight, even I can see my next move, you are good, but where did you come from? What are you looking for me?"

The man saluted respectfully and said with a smile: "Little Huang Wuyou." I've seen adults. The little one was originally a martial artist who was a nurse and worked in Lijia Village. Huang Shangwen Huang Bantou and I have some relatives, so he called me to open the way for adults. ”

He said it respectfully, his words were good, and he should be a talented person with all sides.

The god catcher smiled: "Oh, that's Lao Huang, your old Huang family is really talented, a small one is already amazing, and pulling an old one is even more amazing." Not bad, not bad!"

Said and frowned: "Is it just these two horses? How can they be two miscellaneous beasts? Lijia Village is not easy to walk all the way, get two white monsters, and you can ride more comfortably." ”

"My lord, the pure-blooded horse is not easy to find now, the military department took the big head of the fire-scaled horse, and the city guard mansion then circled most of the white monsters, these two sides are more energetic, what can be done if they are pinched and not released, these two horses are already easy to say seconded. Or do you want to ask the Forbidden Bureau?" Lao Huang said helplessly, but he didn't know that he had stabbed the wound on the other side with a word.

Li Hongyi was choked uncomfortably, he was thinking about it behind closed doors, it was strange that he could borrow it, he thought about it, and looked disgusted: "That's it, that's it, there is a cart in my yard, and the two horses are put on, let's take the car, it's more comfortable." ”

Lao Huang is probably muttering in his heart, this god catcher is not high, the shelf is quite big, his mouth is pouting, some disagree, but his mouth is good: "Okay, okay, the adults are reasonable, there is a car to sit on, but the small one is stained, so I will put it on." ”

He led two hybrid white monsters and followed them into the courtyard, and sure enough, he saw a corner of the courtyard wall, resting a van, with a curtain hanging on the door, and the wheels and poles were divided into two trailer yokes, and leather ropes were tied to them.

The carriage is not big, just sit one person, two people are too crowded, the front driver position is a horizontal board, wrapped in a soft leather, bulging to look at it is very comfortable.

The god of catchers waved his hand: "Wait for me outside, change your clothes, and come." ”

As he spoke, he walked into the inner courtyard, and then he heard the sound of water being poured on the ground, and he was about to clean it.

Lao Huang pulled the leather rope and pulled the car out, good guy, it's quite heavy, it is estimated that good wood is used.

He shook his head, a one-man carriage, four spokes, thirty spokes? This is going to heaven? This god of catcher, how long has he been in office, he has begun to be poor and extravagant? Sure enough, the world is as black as a crow.

The two horses obediently followed, allowing them to put on their halts. Kicking and tapping out of the courtyard door, after a while, the god of capture was fierce, changed into a short coat, held the regular coat of the Forbidden Bureau, and greeted:

"It's too hot, go back and put it on, or let's go." ”

Lao Huang naturally had no objection, opened the curtain with his hand, and when the god of capture got in, he put it down again, separated from the inside and outside, and then turned around and started to catch the car.

Li Hongyi smiled, watched Lao Huang hang up the curtain, stayed for a long time, and then there was an inexplicable sneer on the corner of his mouth.

He unfolded the garments layer by layer, moving gently, until finally he uncovered them all, and finally pulled out an object.

The black iron sandalwood grip and the fuselage composed of thirty-six fine-cast thin tubes do not have a trace of luster throughout the body, only the densely packed nozzle slightly shows a little fang.

The heavy weapon of the country, the crossbow of the gods!

The god catcher hugged the fuselage with one hand, and pulled the grip with the other hand, he felt the frame bumping and undulating on the road, and turned the grip little by little with the rhythm, and the extremely subtle "click~click~" winding sound was covered by the noise of the carriage vibration brought by the bumps in the road.

His eyes were grim, and little by little, he was extremely careful to wind the artifact.

Although this treasure is good, there is a flaw, in order to avoid elasticity and weakness, it is usually kept, the spring must be loosened, and it must be wound again when it is used.

And the winding time is extremely long, and you can't screw it all at once. A little twisting is required to avoid damaging the device.

It took him a long time, slowly winding it while silently calculating in his mind.

"Well, just passed Qinglong Street, Dongcheng is very lively today, well, this sound is the city patrol gong of the East City Gate, and it has also passed. Well, so now that I'm out of the city? Hehe, instead of going straight to the southeast Qingzhou Temple, I went north? What's going on in the north? Hehe, the group of tombs? Or the mass grave?

Hmph, it took some thought, probably if I came on horseback today, I'm afraid that some means were arranged, probably because of the seventeen corpses buried in some new discoveries, and then I naturally jumped into the trap by myself, seamlessly, without a trace of suspicion, amazing, really powerful!"

Time passed little by little, the god of catching seemed to be asleep, without making a sound, after the winding, he closed his eyes and recuperated, his hands trembled slightly, and those who didn't know thought he was cowardly.

In fact, something inside him began to scream louder and louder:

"Hungry ~ hungry ~ starved to death!"

"I'm so hungry!

After about touching another half of the incense, the carriage stopped, and Huang Wuyou in front of him didn't say a word, jumped out of the car, and there was silence around.

Li Hongyi took the crossbow of the gods, aimed it at the car door, and by the way, tore off the curtain, and there was no one in front of him, only two horses kicking the hooves of the horses there boringly.

At this time, there were many people around the room, and there were about a dozen voices, and then several voices sounded outside the carriage.

He could hear that this was a crossbow, different from the bow and arrow, the arrow had no feathers at the end, so it shot silently, until it was in front of him, it was already too late to dodge, and it was a civil killing weapon.

He counted six sounds, all of which were nailed to the outside of the carriage, but he could not shoot through the iron sheet inside. After a little guessing, I thought it should be finished.

In general, the siege and killing of the army formation is like this, a few crossbowmen shoot first, and then the swordmen follow

As for reloading, the crossbow needs to be reloaded, and if you kill a person on the outskirts of the wilderness, how can you bring these things, they are all thrown away after shooting, and replaced with swords and swarmed up.

So he immediately gritted his teeth, rushed forward quickly, pressed his hand on the wheel, and the harrier rolled over and landed in front of the car, hiding between the two horses.

Glancing around, including Huang Wuyou, there were a total of twelve people, and six of them had just thrown their crossbows and were drawing their swords.

The god of the catcher had a cruel smile on his face, there was no bow and crossbow, and there was no cover on all sides, a flat one, he stepped on the wheel, rushed directly to the top of the carriage, and stood on the green mountain. Picked a random target.

"Smack!" one person raised his knife to block, and there was an extra hole in his head.

The others recognized the weapon and were shocked, and Huang Wuyou shouted: "It's the Divine Machine Crossbow, the Glaive Array!

The remaining eleven spread rapidly, outflanking left and right.

The god catcher sneered, the divine crossbow is not only a single shot.

Gently flicked the machine spring, pulled the trigger, and half of the thirty-five steel needles of the brush were shot, and three people fell on the spot, followed by another piece of thirty-six, and three people again.

The six people who pounced on the left were all wiped out, and he switched back to a single shot, and saw four people coming up on the right, hiding Huang Wuyou behind.

The corners of his mouth cracked, and he smiled like a demon god: "Looking for death, looking for a good life." ”

Bang bang bang, four shots in a row.

Huang Wuyou was the only one left in the field, and he grabbed a single knife. The anger on his face had already rushed to the front less than three steps.

The god catcher took a closer look, and with another "snap", Huang Wuyou was hit by an arrow in the knee and fell forward. Struggling to get up.

Li Hongyi jumped out of the carriage, and there were two more arrows in the middle of the two arms!

Huang Wuyou wailed in pain, turned over, and struggled to retreat with only a good leg left.

The god catcher shot an arrow at his cheek, which was not harmful, like a cat playing with a mouse, bullying him step by step, and teasing in his mouth: "Yo, isn't this Huang Wuyou, Wuyou Wuyou, Wuyou, the name is nothing!"

Huang Wuyou's face was full of unwillingness: "How could it be, how could it be, where did something go wrong!?"

The godcatcher's eyes are fierce:

"Mistakes? Hmph, there are too many mistakes, the "Seven Cultivation Soul Cutting Knife" I practiced, you think it is the "Five Ways Soul Breaking Knife", yes, this Soul Breaking Knife method was originally the saber of the Soul Cutting Battalion. Belong to Qinghuayun's dead ghost's military array fighting technique. ”

"But it's a pity, it's generally called the slashing knife on the rivers and lakes, just because the folk are not a battlefield, it's not a broken boat, either I hack you to death, or you hack me to death, this set of kung fu has changed five moves to seven knives, and two more knives are used for defense and dodge. ”

"And when you look at it, you subconsciously say that the Soul Breaking Knife is not the Soul Slashing Knife, hehe, it means that you are not a martial artist, but a sergeant!"

He smiled mysteriously, and said:

"The Deer King Army practiced the Heavenly Sword, Zhou Bufan taught the Qianjun Knife, and only the Soul Breaking Knife was unique to the Soul Slashing Battalion, so if you blurt out and speak triumphantly, you have already lost. ”

"What's even more strange is that you mistook the Soul Breaking Knife, but you don't think that I, Li Hongyi, was born as an errand soldier, and I can do such a knife technique, which is a little unreasonable?"

The god catcher pointed his finger at his head, "It's not that you're stupid, it's because you live every day, and everyone around you practices this kind of sword technique, so you don't think it's strange to practice the Soul Breaking Knife?"

He laughed, and said, "You can't turn your brain, you haven't found any omissions, hey, mindset, tsk, it's not shallow."

Looking at Huang Wu's uncertain look, the god of capture grinned, his face was a little deformed, his smile was a little terrifying, and he said with a grin: "So you, you are not inferior, but ignorant, arrogant, but you leak the secret of heaven?

His face tightened strangely a little, and his smile became less and less like a person:

"So you're a member of the Soul Killing Battalion!"

"It's the Prince!"

"The man of the dead ghost!"

Huang Wuyou sneered again and again, but he didn't speak, and listened to Li Hongyi again: "That Qinghuayun has no talent and no virtue, I knew that I would leave a few living mouths like this, and it would be clear to you, and it would save you to play this unyielding play?"

"Fart! The prince is as kind to us as a mountain! He saved our two lives! Who here has not received favors. You deserve it?!"

"Oh oh oh oh ~ yes ~"

The eyes of the god catcher became more and more secretive, and he smiled like a fox stealing a chicken:

"So loyal to the prince~ A blasphemous word, the resistance is so strong, hehehe~"

Some fine black hairs began to emerge from the back of the back of the neck, and the pupils of his eyes began to deform slightly:

But before, I deliberately scolded the prince twice for being a dead ghost, but you didn't react, hehehehe, isn't this just an explanation~~"

He approached Huang Wuyou's face and said word by word: "Prince, yet, alive!"

Huang Wuyou's whole body trembled, looking at the strange scene in front of him, listening to the words of the heart, he didn't know what to say.

"You, you! what are you? ”

Seeing the expression on his face, Li Hongyi didn't need to ask anymore, pulled up the steel needle on the side of his cheek, and sighed: "It's a pity, your brain should be a martial artist." ”

After saying that, he plunged into the sun, then licked his mouth, reached forward with his left hand, and fished it gently.

Gently twist and wipe and pick again, steam, boil, fry, boil, stew.

It's not as soft as this soft mess.

Whew~~ Comfortable!

Whew~~ Delicious!