Bad people: who is not a descendant of Li Tang

Chapter 220 Fighting
The courtyard where Li Sizhao lived was brightly lit.

A solemn atmosphere filled the hall inside and outside. Everyone looked embarrassed and looked hesitantly at Li Sizhao, who looked slightly indifferent.

Only Li Jing, with his hands on his chest and the sword case on his back, stood in the hall with his head held high, looking at Li Sizhao with a half-smile.

Is this person the one who came to beat Ya Sheng on behalf of King Jin?

Yelvage sat aside, watching the two people in the hall facing each other across the round table, and quietly rolled his eyes.

This person surnamed Li is indeed a bit powerful, but Li Sizhao and his dozen or so subordinates might not be able to take down this person surnamed Li.

And that little girl's strength seems to be much worse than that of Li, so why not...

At the same time, Yelulag also glanced at Li Sizhao's subordinate who had been working with him for a long time standing outside. This man's eyes were evasive and it seemed that he was no longer useful.

I just don’t know what process this method of removing poison requires...

At this time, Li Sizhao, who had been silent for a while, finally spoke up.I saw the leader of the third sect, who did not have a strong presence in Tongwen Hall, resting his hands on the table and looking at Li Jing with his cold eyes.

"Little brother, don't be ridiculous. As the adopted son of King Jin, how could I, Li Sizhao, do such an outrageous thing! But you, a person of unknown origin, dare to replace King Jin! Come on, take this officer down! "

The style of the painting suddenly changed. Li Sizhao put one hand behind his back and unfolded a folding fan with the other hand. He looked at Li Jing coldly with almost no expression on his face.

Perhaps Li Sizhao no longer cares whether Li Jing is Li Keyong's person at this moment. He just wants to use this method of fighting to the death to keep all the shocking wealth he has plundered in his own or Li Siyuan's pockets.

At the same time, his cold eyes also looked at Yelvrage sitting beside him, and the meaning in his eyes was self-evident.

Since he has already planned to fight to the death, he doesn't care about the Khitan Khan.

I don’t know if Li Sizhao is really stupid or pretending to be stupid, or if he has some inexplicable confidence that Li Keyong will not kill him.But in short, everyone outside flew into the hall at this moment.

The few people who looked like literati were each holding a folding fan with sharp blades, pointing straight towards Li Jing's neck.

"Yellu Ge, don't forget what King Jin said!"

Faced with the siege of several opponents, Li Jingshang remained calm and calm. When he saw Yelvluge next to him, he was afraid that he would suffer an unreasonable disaster, so he jumped away and avoided the attack of a folding fan. He also shouted loudly.

In the blink of an eye, several people were close to Li Jing.

Li Sizhao's eyes were also full of suspicion when he looked at Yelu Ge at this moment.

"Brother Yelu, are you really..."

Cold sweat broke out on Yelu Ge's forehead, and he could only curse in his heart. Then he turned the table in front of him violently, took out the scimitar from his waist with one hand and pointed it at Li Sizhao.

"My brother, you damn didn't find it, did you?" Li Sizhao stepped back, avoiding the table and stool that was overturned towards him, and looked coldly at Yelu Ge who drew his sword towards him. Before he could say anything, he saw that The mysterious young man turned around and easily grabbed a folding fan from someone's hand.

The man whose folding fan was taken away was now covering his wrist with a look of pain on his face.

The folding fan was like a dagger in Li Jing's hand. With just one swing, it broke through the defenses of several people, and the fluttering long sleeves were cut off with a swipe.

Something is wrong!
Li Sizhao's face darkened. At this moment, the mysterious young man had no intention of pulling out the long sword in the sword case behind him. He was afraid that these men would not be able to suppress him...

He raised it with his toes, and a stool that had fallen on the ground flew up and suddenly hit Li Jing's cheek.

Li Sizhao's figure also turned over the table in front of him, spinning the folding fan in his hand, and rushed towards Li Jing.

The few Li Sizhao's men who were easily suppressed and beaten by Li Jing realized that Li Sizhao had taken action himself, so they quickly retreated to both sides. However, their eyes were blurred, and they didn't know how Li Jing used his strength, so they jumped up easily. He kicked the stool in the air to pieces, then jumped out from above everyone's heads and landed in the courtyard.

Outside the hall, there were three people standing vigilantly with knives, plus the man who was previously kidnapped by Li Jing. They were all looking at Li Jing cautiously at this moment.

As for Yelu Lage inside, Li Sizhao probably didn't regard him as a rival. He quickly chased him out without even looking at him.

The corners of his eyes were slightly closed, knowing in his heart that Li Jing was not that easy to deal with. While waving to several of his subordinates, he slowly walked towards Li Jing.

"Your Excellency's kung fu is very handsome. You might as well reveal your true identity instead of pretending to be a ghost."

Li Jing smiled faintly and did not answer. He flicked the folding fan to the side, took the sword box off his back and threw it on the ground.

Li Sizhao had never stayed in Li Cunxu's military camp before, otherwise he would have recognized Li Jing's identity, but this time he was only a little wary, waved his folding fan, and walked out quickly.

The few literati men next to him, although they looked embarrassed at this time, also followed closely behind Li Sizhao to plunder the formation.

Yelu Ge, who was still in the hall, naturally refused to go out to wade into this muddy water. He glanced at the man who was also bewitched. At this moment, his face also had a look of expectation, but he did not dare. He acted rashly and then looked at Li Jing, who was about to confront Li Sizhao.

I saw a sudden flash of silver light in Li Jing's hand, and several silver needles flew out from between his fingers, easily stabbing several other miscellaneous fish under Li Sizhao, causing their internal energy to begin to dissipate and no longer posing any threat. .

But he himself directly touched the folding fan in Li Sizhao's hand with his bare hands. The golden light flashed between his palms. He just casually reached out with his two fingers and gently clamped the folding fan.

Li Sizhao's pupils shrank slightly, and his other hand immediately reached out and swung towards Li Jing.

Li Jing smiled faintly, let go of Li Sizhao's folding fan, then turned back, and opened the few Jinxing thorns that Li Sizhao swung with his feet. While turning over, he picked up a sword box from the standing ground. He pulled out the Longquan Sword.

The sword edge drew a semicircle on the ground, then he lifted it up from bottom to hit a man who was sneaking up behind him. The long sword collided with the long knife in his hand, and the man's long knife was split into two in an instant. .

The sword-wielding men of Li Sizhao who had sneaked over had a look of fear on their faces. When the sword broke, they wanted to pull away. However, they saw Li Jing's toes touching the ground lightly, and the Longquan Sword in his hand penetrated his chest. passed.

(End of this chapter)