Li Bai overestimated his physical strength.

After just running two streets, he had no strength. He leaned on the wall tiredly, supporting himself to not fall to the ground, and staggered forward.

The wound behind it can no longer be felt.

Just a drowsy and sleepy.

If you fall down, you may never stand up again.

Still too slow.

He gritted his teeth and wanted to speed up, but his steps suddenly stopped at the intersection of the street.

In the distance, the fire in the street lights swayed and suddenly went out.

The darkness spread out and it seemed.

In a trance, it seemed as if you could see a strange outline of a deer head emerging from the darkness, but it was not clear. It was just an illusion.

Maybe no one was there.

Perhaps, the demons in the dark have already set up traps.

He was not in a hurry, nor did he urged him, and waited patiently for Li Bai to move forward, throw himself into the trap, or turned around and return to Li Boqing's mansion behind him.

The door there is still open, waiting for Li Bai to turn back.

And ahead, there is a dead end.

“It’s so quiet.”

Li Bai looked up at the night sky above his head. The moonlight was covered with layers of dark clouds, and it was dark. He sighed softly: "It's a pity that there is no moon, otherwise he could write a poem about the moon..."

There is no moon to chant, but at his fingertips, the sword energy transformed by poetry is revealed again, revealing a straight edge in its decline.

Just like that, take a step forward.

Going into the darkness.

The darkness boiled in an instant, as if an invisible beast was roaring.

The wind roared, sweeping from left and right, like an invisible strongman holding a hammer, suddenly falling. Then a low burst sound burst out, and from Li Bai's hands, the sword energy sprinkled, shattering the empty darkness and the illusions!

But then more shrill sounds burst out from the darkness.

It was like a crossbow pulling the trigger, and the sound of breaking through the air came one after another, and invisible arrows hit the face like rainstorm in the darkness.

The declining sword energy swept across, and compared to the heavy rain in the dark, it was just a light fire.

But when the thin heads and tails are connected, they divide the territory that cannot be poured into water. Instead, they guide countless hidden weapons to fly to both sides, and then there are endless sounds of brokenness.

This is the wonderful stroke of magic.

Antlers sneered from the darkness.

The demon lurked in the darkness, not anxious, but looked down at the prey walking into the trap in a cold look, constantly consuming his energy.

Fighting with swords is just a means of desperation. For assassins, as long as the target dies, it is not a problem to use any means.

"Where is your sword, Li Bai?"

The mocking voice echoed in the darkness: "I can't see my backbone before. I'm so embarrassed that I not only throw away my armor, but also my own sword.

This look of a dead end, what face does it have to call yourself a swordsman?”

"Who said that without a sword, he would not be a swordsman?"

Li Bai shook his head and smiled disdainfully: "Don't expect me to surrender. The antlers are not dead yet - it's not that simple to kill it!"

In the darkness, he still raised his head and stepped on his blood, but after the sword energy extending out of his hand dyed a ray of red, it became more and more intense.

A faint green light tore the darkness apart, illuminating his pupils.

As long as there is light, no matter how small it is, darkness will not be worth fearing.

Even though he was severely injured and exhausted, Li Bai could still see clearly.

I could hear the sound echoing from afar, feel the vibration of the stone slabs under my feet, and could also detect the continuous brewing attacks in the darkness. I finally smelled the breath remaining in the wind...

Under the oppression of desperate situations, Li Bai once again ushered in diligence.

But this growth could not please him.

Instead, it comes from the heart and feels sad.

"Go back, Li Bai."

The deer antler warned: "Don't waste Wu Yougong's kindness, that is your only way to live."

"Why keep talking? Deer Antlers, aren't we enemies?" Li Bai stared at the darkness in front of him and never looked back: "I don't care where the road is. But once some doors are in, I will regret it for the rest of my life..."

He suddenly asked, "Am I right, Lixiang?"

The surging darkness suddenly stagnated.

But at that moment, a distant cry of cranes burst out from Li Bai's hand, and the rushing sword energy rushed forward, tearing the darkness apart and spilling it!

Just like the stars falling from the sky, a fiery flame burst out.

A lamp like a bean can burn the house!

In the blink of an eye, it crossed a long distance.

When the deer antler in the shadow suddenly raised his head, he found that the solemn face was almost at hand!

Immediately afterwards, the sword energy was poured out!

cut!

The blue illusion flashed away.

In the dead silence, the deer head staggered back and on its face, the hideous skeleton deer head split from the middle and fell to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, the sound of the pipa string breaking was endless.

The clouds in the sky seemed to be shattered by this sword, and a gap was split open in horror, leaving cold moonlight.

Lighted up Li Bai.

And the empty eyes of the boy in front of him.

The pair of pupils without any spirit were dotted by the moonlight, as if they became more agile. However, I don’t know whether what appeared at that moment was shocked or confused.

The only thing that has not changed is the coldness and gloom above that face.

"It's you, Lixiang."

Li Bai was silent for a long time and laughed at himself: "I should have thought of it long ago, where is such a coincidence in the world?

Yunjianlou, Jiuxiao Pavilion, Lu Daoxuan's workshop, and that Xi car... Every time the antlers appear, you seem to be by my side, right, Lixiang?"

No one doubts that Lu Daoxuan, the respected great-minded master, is Wu Yougong, and no one doubts that a blind young zither is the most terrifying assassin in Chang'an.

People who think this must have a problem with their brains, right?

Why is a young man who has suffered and tortured but still has such a simple smile the same person as the murderous assassin and the cruel and cold demon?

"Why is it you, Li Xiang?" Li Bai asked disappointedly.

Lixiang seemed to have not heard it, turned a deaf ear, but just looked at his former friend in confusion, and his tone was still so gentle and full of etiquette:

"Is it because I have revealed my flaws, Mr. Li Bai?"

"Because you have the fragrance of orchids." Li Bai replied hoarsely.

This is what he ignored in the strong wind on the roof of Xi's car.

That thin scent.

It is clearly an orchid cultivated by oneself.

Once the moment you react, there will be no ambiguity or ambiguity, and everything will be revealed.

Apart from Lixiang, who else might be deer antlers?

But before that, Li Bai was praying that it didn't matter who was the antler except Lixiang...

There are too many incredible things, and there are too many incredible things.

Suddenly overnight, it seemed that the whole world had become unrecognizable.

Everything in the past fell into the haze.

The old man he deeply admires is the culprit behind everything. The friend he wants to protect from his heart has also become an enemy that is opposite to the sword.

"Why do you want to lie, Lixiang."

Li Bai whispered softly: "From the beginning, you've been lying, right?"

From beginning to end, there has never been a truth.

He was hiding in the illusion called Lixiang, just like deer antlers hidden in the darkness, and never faced the world in his true form.

"Isn't this normal, Mr. Li Bai?"
To be continued...