The white jade wolf carving in the red sandalwood box was like a flame on the forehead, which burned the pony's memory. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

It was a nightmare, but it was not a dream, and the real and clear pain of his heart had tormented him for ten years.

Ten years ago, in the snowstorm on Taibai Mountain, the hungry and cold pony encountered the same hungry and red-eyed wolves, all the way to fight and escape and finally fell into a desperate situation, his best brother Xiao Leng in order to save him, and the wolf king fell into the abyss together, he has been hard to get rid of since then, ten years of guilt, often in the dream to see the little cold flesh blurred tragic situation and the wolf king's fierce and fierce ......

Was it a coincidence or was there an arrangement in the dark? This time he went to the Medicine King Valley on the order of his father-in-law, and Xiao Ma had already made up his mind to go to the deep valley where Xiao Leng fell back then.

After so many years, he has a premonition in his heart that Xiao Leng is still alive, and his father-in-law said that this is just a self-comfort that he is unwilling to accept the facts, but he always believes that this is a telepathy. The appearance of Dugu's hatred ignites his hope even more, and he must unravel the knot in his heart, which has so far been just a mystery.

A few roars were like thunderbolts, and the roars were mixed with madness, grief, pain, and unyielding desolation until death, and they were heard from afar.

"Something happened to the Golden Lion Dart Board, let's hurry over and take a look. The pony quickly covered the red sandalwood box and handed it to Nunnery to hide it. He was sure that the roar just now came from Mr. Di's hair.

"Those people started so quickly, it was obvious that they had premeditated, and the Golden Lion Dart Game was only afraid that it would be more than lucky. Shanyuan said.

Xiao Ma frowned and said: "Mr. Di's dart head is so noisy in the Drunken Immortal Restaurant, which has alarmed many people in the martial arts, I am afraid that those people are also worried about the long night and dreams, so they started in advance, since we have been involved, naturally we can't stand idly by." At that moment, the four of them did not hesitate any longer, and hurried forward.

After running for five or six miles, I saw five or six dart cars of the Golden Lion Dart Bureau discarded on the side of the road from a distance, and the items on the cars were scattered all over the place.

Twenty or thirty corpses in different postures were curled up or stiff lying on their sides on the ground and beside the car, scarred and hideous, with broken arms and stumps all over the place, and sharp weapons and sharp weapons.

The north wind was cold, the remnant sun was like blood, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood. The gushing blood soaked in the sand and gravel dust, gathering and infiltrating in the low-lying places, leaving dark red marks on the ground, like blooming flowers of death.

A few crows pecked at the minced meat and broke their intestines, startled by the sound of hooves, and flew away with their wings very reluctantly, and their voices screamed and urged their souls to die.

The pony flew to the ground, and when he looked at it, he found that most of the deceased were the coachmen, executioners and dart masters of the Golden Lion Dart Bureau, and the death was terrible.

Looking at the situation, those people not only want to rob the dart this time, but also want to kill the Golden Lion Dart Bureau without leaving a living mouth, and the methods are fierce and cruel, bloody and terrifying.

The pony clenched his fists, flames dancing in his eyes. After looking around, his eyes followed the messy footprints and bloodstains all the way to the woods on the left, and then his body flickered, and he flashed into the woods like a rabbit, his movements were swift and agile and elegant, which was breathtaking.

Murong Yuxin and the three of them followed closely into the woods, and followed the trail to about Molixu, and there was a faint sound of fighting and shouting in front of them. The pony gestures to stop, follows the sound and takes a few steps behind a tree, looking through the branches and leaves to see where the sound is coming from.

Ten zhang away, a fierce battle is raging. Most of the more than 30 people in the Golden Lion Dart Bureau were killed and injured in the tragic battle, and the dozen or so people who could still barely support were already covered in bruises and blood-stained clothes.

Dozens of masked black-clothed men are fierce and abnormal, their attacks are fierce and ruthless, and their moves are deadly, as if they have a deep hatred in the sea of blood.

"Di Ren, if you don't want to be obsessed anymore, if you continue to fight, the century-old foundation of the Golden Lion Dart Bureau and a group of brothers will be lost in your hands, how can you bear it? Hurry up and hand over the things, and the old man will let you live." The speaker's voice was low and hoarse, dressed in a black robe, and he stood outside the battle with a large ring knife in his hand.

Di Ren's eyes were red, his anger rushed to the crown, and he said hatefully: "How can the century-old reputation of the Golden Lion Dart Bureau be ruined because of Di's greed for life and fear of death, since the Golden Lion Dart Bureau has taken this dart, he should keep his promise, the people are in the dart, but I still have a breath, and I will never let you be satisfied." ”

The black-robed man sneered for a while, and said, "What 'keep promises, people are darts' is all." Even if you are going to kill yourself, ask your brothers if they are willing to die for you.

"Listen to the people of the Golden Lion Dart Bureau, abandoning and surrendering can save your lives, if not, don't complain about my ruthlessness on Huangquan Road.

"If any of you can take down Di Ren's head, the old man will reward him with five thousand taels of silver, and the golden lion dart game will belong to you in the future. ”

"Straight lady thief, keep the money for your funeral, eat grandpa's axe. Song Kui swept his axe, forced back the two besiegers in front of him, and roared and pounced on the black-robed man.

"Hmph, don't measure yourself!" The black-robed man rolled his eyes, and his gaze was as cold as two sharp arrows stabbing at Song Kui. The golden ring of the big ring knife in his hand jingled, and the voice was sharp and piercing under the encouragement of internal force, which made people feel unconscious.

The sword light is like snow, and the strong wind rolls up the fallen leaves all over the ground and roars towards Song Kui. Song Kuibao's eyes were wide open, his beard was open, and his double axes flew up to meet him.

After fighting hard all the way, there were no less than ten large and small scars on his body, and he thought that there was no hope of survival, and he would have to pull a few pads on his back when he died. This time against the black-robed man, he was a lose-lose fight, so although the black-robed man was far superior to him in martial arts, he was unable to subdue him for a while under his crazy and fearless style of play.

After fighting more than 30 moves like this, he finally killed Song Kui when his moves were exhausted.

Di Ren was trapped by seven or eight black-clothed people, unable to get out of the rescue, and could only watch his righteous brother who had been born and died for more than 30 years beheaded.

Under the grief and indignation, he looked up to the sky and roared, the sound was like thunder and explosion, and it was like a hundred drums and thousands of gongs hitting at the same time, the sound was agitated, and the lungs pierced the heart.

The black-clothed people in the field were all shocked, their heartbeats intensified, their hands covered their ears, their mouths and noses were bleeding, their spirits were scattered, and their shapes were very painful.

"The lion's roar is really worthy of its reputation, and today's old man has finally opened his eyes. The black-robed man covered his face, and he couldn't see his expression, but he was a lot tired when he heard the voice, obviously just now he forcibly exercised his strength to condense and contemplate the lion's roar skill, which consumed a lot of his strength.

"However, I also know that the Lion's Roar Gong is extremely exhaustive, and it is not a last resort, and it will never be used lightly, you have been fighting for a long time, and you have performed a mastery, and you are exhausted at the moment, what do you use to fight with me? hahaha...... Hahaha......" The black-robed man laughed proudly, "You better hand over the things obediently, otherwise ......"

With a shake of the hand, the big ring knife clanged.

"Di Mou has already said that people are darts, it is useless to talk more, let's lower our hands and see the truth. As Mr. Di spoke, a move of "Dragon Soaring Four Seas" hit the black-robed man.