It's like ink, and the darkness is endless.

As a senior general who Li Wensheng valued extremely, Shura had a nearly beast-like perceptual instinct for danger. Although it was raining heavily outside, thunder exploded in his ears, and the wind was as shrill as ghost crying. Everything was normal. Night rain in the deserted garden sounded.

But Shura still woke up from the bed.

I suddenly woke up for no reason.

After a moment when Shura, who was nearly fifty years old, his mind gradually calmed down. He breathed a sigh of relief. While he felt that he was simply thinking about things, he felt dry and dry. The scene of swords and swords in his dreams and blood flowing into a river seemed to be still changing in his mind.

This kind of nightmare situation has never happened before.

Shura got up from a hardwood bed that had not changed for decades, walked to the wine cabinet and twisted a bottle of red wine. In the years when he was loyal to Li Wensheng in the desert garden, he endured loneliness and desolation, so he could lose anything, but wine and women could not lack. That was the only little fun!

He looked back at the woman on the bed, spreading her body carelessly on the bed, with a delicate and resentful look on her face, Shura couldn't help but sigh, "I'm old, I'm really old!" I was known as the seven-time night for decades ago, but now it seems that I can only describe myself in minutes."

He cursed himself at the corner of his mouth, then he picked up a glass of wine and walked to the balcony.

His residence is on the third floor, and you can overlook half a wasteland.

The cold wine went down his throat, making Shura feel much more comfortable. The fear that woke him up from his sleep seemed to have moved away from the sky with the red wine he drank. Shura planned to sleep again and think about how to train the Li family's children in his dream.

After drinking a glass of red wine transported from Bordeaux, Shura looked out the window before turning back to the bed. This glance made his body stiffen suddenly, and the wine glass in his hand also "pop" and broke to the ground. The woman on the bed opened her eyes slightly, but then turned over and fell asleep again.

Although the lights were washed dark by the rain, Shura could still see the scenery dozens of meters away with his decades of ability. He could vaguely see a group of men in black who bent down and lowered their bodies, like ghosts, quickly but silently wrapped around the small building where they lived.

The sword light in their hands, the speed of running, and the sharp eyes that occasionally flashed like a falcon, all made Shura feel the breath of death. Shura opened his eyes wide and could not believe that everything he saw in front of him was so wide that he could touch the back of his ears.

What's going on? Who is this group of people? How many are there?

How did they enter the deserted garden? How did they pass through the gate? And they were forced to the residence of the person in charge, why didn't there be any alarm? What did the guards in the deserted garden do for food? A series of thoughts instantly burst into Shura's mind.

"Enemy attack!Enemy attack!!"

Shura shouted loudly, with a hysterical smell in his screams, and a scattered and madness. He was as quick as a kangaroo, jumping and grabbing a spear from the wall. Li didn't even understand the woman who suddenly sat up jumped down the building like a sharp arrow, as fast as a cheetah.

The woman was stunned and sighed: Damn! It would be great if there was a little bit of a mighty savage on the bed!

Then she fell asleep even more calmly than ordinary people. After a long period of storms in life, she knew that danger would not come to her. Even if all the men here were killed, it didn't matter. As long as she knew her, she turned to the winner's arms, not only was her life not dangerous, but even her glory and wealth were also honored!

This is the advantage of beautiful women.

With Shura's shouts, the panic and noisy sounds sounded, like a fried oily pot.

"What's going on?"

"What? Are there enemies?"

"Damn? Isn't it an exercise? How come there are enemies?"

"That's right, this is a deserted garden, how can there be an enemy?"

Asked and screamed one after another, the weapons collided with each other in a hurry, making a short and crisp sound of gold and iron, and the screams of scare of women. Downstairs of Shura, there were more than a dozen leaders living in the wilderness garden, all of whom were his confidants, and they were brothers of life and death with him.

They were alarmed by Shura's shouts and showed the minimum ability to adapt as a warrior. Some of them didn't even wear their pants. They were naked and jumped up from the bed with weapons in a fighting posture. Their reactions were really not underestimated.

In addition to the panic of unexpected situations, each leader also had excitement. For them, after a bloody fight many years ago, they spent all these years in ordinary training. Therefore, when they saw someone coming to the deserted garden to make trouble, everyone was as hot as if they were injected with chicken blood.

As for what unexpected happens to them, they have never thought about it.

In addition to their belief in their own skills, they also believe that those who come to wasteland to cause trouble will undoubtedly die, because this is the property of the Li family. Although they have not been publicized in recent years, the Li family worships ancestors, trains children, and family gatherings are all held here. Therefore, this is the Li family's dragon scale.

It’s so courageous to come here to make trouble!

Shura was also in a desperate battle, and his spear was at the entrance of the building.

The small pond at the door was full of ripples hit by the rain.

The trees swayed by the strong winds tore them up in the light.

"Listen to me, no matter who the other party is, I will kill you!"

He was a hero of iron-blooded decades ago, and tonight was still a demon that scared the enemy. Shura held his two-meter-long spear and stared at the slowly approaching enemy like a gong. He was ready to use his leisure to attack these unknown people as a headache to maintain the dignity of the deserted garden.

Shura Chong stood among the brothers of life and death, and his fighting spirit rose to the peak.

"In the deserted garden, the trespasser should die!"

"Hold your knives tightly and cut off their heads for me!"

Shura shouted like a wild beast that was invaded by the territory, cheering him up for more than ten leaders. This wasteland was a place where Shura had managed for many years for the Li family. He could not believe that the other party could occupy the entire wasteland silently.

Then, there is only one possibility. The other party is here to kill him, hoping to kill himself, the chief officer, put the wasteland into chaos, and then take advantage of the chaos to occupy the entire wasteland. Therefore, as long as you can crush their attack, you can summon the rest of your subordinates and master the chance of victory.

More than ten leaders shouted in unison: "Yes!"

The man in black had already surrounded him with a machete, and his steps were surprisingly consistent. Under their neat and powerful tacit understanding, Shura felt a little uneasy. These people were well-trained and were all covered in cold air. He swallowed his saliva and then waited for the other party's charge.

The expected conflict did not occur.

A tall man in black raised his hand, and the other man in black seemed to be nailed five meters away from Shura and the others. He suddenly stopped moving forward in the heavy rain. Some people raised their machetes and overhead, and showed a striking stance that as long as someone dared to rush over, they would slash with one knife.

Looking at their majestic posture as Yue Yuanshi, you can imagine how fierce and thunderous it would be if they faced the enemy. The sword light was like snow, and even the height of the lifting was almost the same. The man in black looked cold and did not speak, as if he had no life.

But their eyes emitted a terrible light that made people's hearts palpitations.

They seemed to be cast in one mold. Although there were only about twenty people, they gave Shura and the leaders the feeling of being soaring into the sky with thousands of troops. There were also some men in black, holding short swords in one hand and five consecutive crossbows in the other, and the arrows were cold.

The expression is like a carnivore, waiting for the prey to rush forward automatically so that they can harvest their lives.

Let the heavy rain hit the face and body, these men in black stood there like statues, feeling silent. The coldness and bloodthirst conveyed by their eyes through the misty water vapor made everyone frightened, and sweat inadvertently appeared in their palms.
Chapter completed!