Lord of the Desert

Chapter 155 Difficult to Die
The fall of Li Licheng became the last straw that broke the camel's back.

No matter how stubborn the members of the Li family were, they realized at this moment that their family was in serious trouble.

Hong Fan took a step forward, approaching the sword tip of a Wudang cavalry leader.

The latter was forced to lower his sword.

"Second Master Li has pleaded guilty."

Hong Fan shouted sharply.

"Not yet disarmed?!"

The prestige of drinking made the team tremble all over.

With a clang, the long sword fell to the ground.

Then there was a chain reaction that spread.

All of a sudden, the swords, guns, and halberds fell, and the clanging sounds kept coming and going.

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

Everywhere he looked, Li Jiazi knelt down with his head in his arms.

One person overwhelmed a hundred people, but Hong Fu and others who were standing on the roof outside were stunned.

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

"Where's your eldest son?"

Hong Fan asked everyone in the Li family.

"I saw it in Crane Hall before."

One person replied.

It was Li Xingfa.

"Thank you."

Hong Fan nodded to him, then strode inside.

The Li Family Crane Hall.

The candles were not lit, and it was pitch black.

The four-character plaque of "Zhangxiang Guanguo" hangs high on the beam.

It is said that the ancestor of the Li family was inscribed by the pastor of Liangzhou when he was awarded the title of Captain of Fuguo for his military exploits.

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

Li Shenji was well-groomed, incensed and adorned with jade, and sat alone on it.

In front of him, the moonlight slanted in along the gate, and the green bricks stood a foot away, like a sharp edge hanging down.

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

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

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

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

Then there was Hong Fan's scolding and the sound of weapons falling to the ground.

Seeing the flickering flames slowly approaching outside the courtyard, Li Shenji's dazed face disappeared slightly, and some light finally came back in his eyes.

"Successful and defeated..."

He bowed his head and muttered to himself, staring at the moonlight who climbed up to his body at some point, and drew out the hard-bound horizontal sword on his knee.

"But it's worth a life."

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

Jianfeng dipped in the moon.

It's a little cold to the touch, and then it's piercing to the bone.

Li Shenji's teeth began to fight.

He closed his eyes, pushed the blade back hard, and cut half an inch into the neck.

The pain spreads.

The overly trembling hand slanted the tendon of the sword, tearing open the wound.

The fishy smell surged up.

Li Shenji glanced down and saw the unbearable blood flowing down the sword, and an indescribable fear suddenly surged in his heart.

"Hey..."

He hurriedly covered the wound on his neck, but couldn't help vomiting.

A few sips of sour and smelly yellow water splashed on the green bricks before Li Shenji collapsed on the chair, tears streaming down his face.

The youngest of the Li family had killed several people, and he did not hesitate to exchange the whole city of Jinhai for the second-grade martial arts.

However, he only knew today how difficult it is to die.

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

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

"Master Li, what do you intend to do?"

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

The moonlight lengthened Hong Fan's shadow, covering Li Shenji's whole body.

"I suddenly remembered that I watched the fourth list for the first time last year."

Hong Fan stepped into the door and continued talking.

"That time, Mr. Li was not worthy of everyone's attention."

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

He shook his head disdainfully.

"Don't dare to die, why are you pretending to hold a sword?"

Hong Fan shouted.

"Yes……"

Li Shenji didn't wipe away his tears, he just threw his sword away.

Then he slid off his chair and knelt in a ball in Hong-beom’s shadow.

"Shen Ji knows everything without saying anything, and I ask Mr. Hong to live."

Hong Fan raised his hand, but did not reply.

The sound of armor rubbing from far to near.

Hong Lie, Shen Hong and others who were guarding the gate of the courtyard came in large strides.

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

Hong Fan said casually, turned and left without looking at Li Shenji again.

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at the same time.

To the north of Jinhai City, more than three hundred miles away.

West Desolate Marsh.

A paradise for snake people, a forbidden zone for humans.

Layers of clouds covered the night sky, with the moon behind it like glowing fog.

Under the sky, the wetlands are flat and vast.

Meadows, reeds, moss, and hills slightly higher than the ground level divide the dark green water body into countless small pieces.

On the edge of the swamp, less than thirty miles away from the Golden Sea Desert, there is a giant tree growing.

Or it could be said to be a dense forest.

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

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

The wood is like a canopy.

Its sheltered little body of water, day and night, with a constant temperature, is like an independent kingdom.

Under the core branch of the banyan tree, there is an ancient tripod newly erected.

The copper tripod is old and worn out, with a layer of green patina on the outside.

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

wow.

There was the sound of water splashing in the tripod, as if something was swimming.

As the night darkened, the swimming sound gradually decreased.

After a while, the movement stopped, and the forest returned to silence.

Then, there was the rustling of scales and bark on the tree.

Along the tree trunk, a huge eight-meter-long creature circled silently, looking forward to the tripod.

The tripod is filled with blood.

The snake lives in the blood.

It was a tiny white snake.

Its body is obviously deformed, and there is an unnatural turning point at five inches—more precisely, it seems that there were originally two necks and two heads, and then one was chopped off along the bifurcation.

At this time, the white snake floated on the surface of the bloody water, without moving.

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

The white snake is dead.

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

This weapon is two meters long and weighs hundreds of kilograms. It is huge but rough.

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

With the soldiers in hand, the snake-man general swung lightly and smashed the cauldron with the back of his saber.

A bell-like humming spread under the tree.

In an instant, the whole banyan tree seemed to come alive.

First the rustling of branches and leaves, and then the scraping of scales and cuticles against hardwood.

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

The densely packed snake people descend along the edge of each air root branch, or fall into the swamp water, or hang upside down.

The snake general held down the bronze tripod with one paw.

The bell stopped, and after a few breaths, the noise also stopped one after another.

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

The banyan forest was as quiet as if nothing had happened.

There are only thousands of pairs of eyes reflecting the glimmer of light, all looking at the tall snake general in front of the copper tripod.

It holds a blade in one hand and presses a tripod in the other. It wears simple shoulder armor and breastplate, and has crimson scales all over its body.

The sharp and hoarse snake language sounded.

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

"southward!"

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, I want to write some charisma.

But in terms of structure, I can't arrange too much space for them, 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 this chapter)