Legend of the Great Sage

A sword energy shot into the sky, and Li Qingshan suddenly looked back. The sword light flew across the void, twisting and turning.

Dou Mohun and Xian Qijian temporarily reached an agreement to kill Li Qingshan first.

Li Qingshan frowned, waved his phoenix wings, soared into the sky, flew towards the center of the bloody whirlpool, and thought in his mind: "For the current plan, the only way to win is to break him into the Shura Dao. Even if there is no chance, Big, you only have one try!"

Layers of blood clouds passed by him, and the blood-colored vortex was like a funnel in the sky. It was much deeper than it looked. The higher Li Qingshan flew up, the narrower the surroundings became, and the aura of Shura Dao became stronger and more intrusive. The killing intent boiled in his heart.

The edge of the sword was so powerful that Dou Mohun followed closely behind him, constantly closing the distance.

The vortex became narrower and narrower, and there was not much room to move up. Li Qingshan turned to face Dou Mohun, preparing to use his innate magical power. In the bloody vortex above his head, a one-eye suddenly appeared, with a size of ten miles in radius, bright red. The color is like a bloody lake, and the pupils are an even richer blood red.

Li Qingshan was shocked, what is this?

Dou Mohun also paused slightly and looked towards the sky.

If this is not a monster with only eyes, then the figure of the owner of these eyes can be imagined. That would definitely be an unimaginably powerful existence in the Shura Dao. Even with the invisible barrier of the realm, the line of sight cast by the blood pupil seemed to have substance, filled with the hostility of crazy killing, and seemed to be looking for something.

"It's really annoying!" The little boy lay on the ground again, murmuring with his face downward.

Under the gaze of that bloody one eye. Li Qingshan felt the blood boil all over his body for a moment. The sense of threat brought to him was far greater than that of Dou Mohun. He punched out almost instinctively. The black shock wave roared and turned into cracks intertwined like lightning, tearing apart the passage between the Shura Field and the Shura Dao. Xue Tong's line of sight was cut off, but he still felt a lingering fear in his heart.

"Die!"

Dou Mohun seized the opportunity. The sword light split and turned, filled with a bloody vortex, swallowing Li Qingshan. Behind him was the shattered void. He had no way to retreat. He could only block the sword light. He missed the first move and fell into an extremely dangerous situation.

At this time, the little boy jumped up from the Shura sacrificial platform, took out a stone from the pocket on his waist, and the slingshot in his hand suddenly tightened and shot straight into the sky.

In an instant, his entire demeanor changed. The decadence and melancholy were swept away, and the black light that penetrated everything shot out from his eyes, darkening the world.

"That is indeed..."

Yin Qing is hiding in the void,

His vision was also shrouded in darkness, and the remaining words were also swallowed up by darkness.

The darkness also covered the surprised expressions of Li Qingshan and Dou Mohun. In the deep darkness, it seemed like an eternity had passed. Or maybe it only lasted a moment.

When the darkness disappeared, Dou Mo Hun's arm holding the sword suddenly broke. The broken hand held the Xian Qi Sword tightly and still flew towards Li Qingshan, but it lost its original power.

Li Qingshan raised his eyebrows. What broke Dou Mohun's arm was the stone shot by the little boy with a slingshot. Although it could be considered a sneak attack, at their level, it was impossible to be attacked so easily.

The darkness just now was very strange, like a black curtain falling heavily. Although it lasted for a very short time, it covered everything and obscured Dou Mohun's perception. This was definitely not a trick that the ordinary King Asura could perform. What the hell is this kid doing? What's the origin?

He would never miss such a good opportunity. In the blink of an eye, he broke through the heavy sword light, activated the earth's force field, sucked the flying Immortal Abandoned Sword into his hand, held it tightly, and shouted: "Spirit Turtle Zhenhai!"

Dou Mohun suddenly felt weak as never before. Although the broken arm grew back in the blink of an eye and recovered as before, it was not a serious injury.

But it was not only his arm that was broken by the stone, but also his connection with the Immortal Abandoned Sword. Looking down with a mixture of shock and anger, the little boy returned to his original appearance, fell on the Shura sacrificial platform, and murmured to himself: "Who makes me hate the demon people more?"

"Thanks!"

Li Qingshan laughed and thanked him. The Immortal Abandoned Sword in his hand burst out with thousands of sword lights. Unwilling to be suppressed, he felt faintly unable to control himself. He sneered, and the muscles in his arms flexed and turned into a light blue color. He urged with all his strength. With the power of vibration, the Immortal Abandoned Sword trembled violently, emitting waves of resonance, shrouded in black shock waves, and the sword light continued to shatter.

"If you dare to resist again, I will destroy you!"

Li Qingshan said solemnly, no matter how strong the material the Immortal Abandoned Sword is made of, without the sword master (sword slave), it is impossible to compete with him now, and the destructive power of the shock force on solid objects is Very strong, enough to completely crush and destroy the Immortal Abandoned Sword after exhausting its power.

"Okay, okay, I can fight for you and admit that you are the master of the Immortal Abandoned Sword. Stop it!"

The Immortal Abandoned Sword Soul immediately surrendered. As a sword, it was not afraid of failure. No matter who got it, they would need its power and would not be willing to destroy it. However, just now it clearly felt that Li Qingshan was serious, with fierce determination. No matter how crazy and twisted it is, the will to survive is still there.

And Dou Mo Hun is really astonishing. He does not try to take back the Immortal Abandoned Sword, but instead bombards the void in front of him with all his strength, preparing to escape!

After the Immortal Abandoned Sword was taken away, his consciousness suddenly became much clearer. He understood that there was no chance of winning this battle, and it was impossible to kill Li Qingshan in such a state. However, this was not entirely a bad thing, at least it helped him get rid of it. If the immortal abandons the sword, there is no need to worry about becoming a sword slave again.

"When I return outside and join the army, I will fight him to the death!"

"Hmph, I want to leave!" Li Qingshan swooped down and said, "Refine me, you will gain unprecedented strength. Killing such a thing will be as easy as drinking water!"

"Shut up!"

Most of Li Qingshan's power was used to suppress the Immortal Abandoned Sword to prevent it from suddenly turning back and escaping. The power of the Shura Field itself could not stop Dou Mohun from escaping. Seeing that Dou Mohun was about to escape, a bone sword came from Shura It was revealed from outside the field, stabbing Dou Mohun head-on.

Dou Mohun felt a cold feeling in his heart, and felt a crisis. The blade of the sword, which was coated with a layer of faint golden light, revealed great terror. However, Li Qingshan was already coming to kill him, so he gritted his teeth, condensed his energy into a sword, and swung the bone sword.

"Get away!"

Dou Mohun rushed out of the Shura field and passed by Xiao An. He felt a slight pain in his waist and was still scratched by the sword. Such a small wound was not worth mentioning. Even if the Buddha's light prevented the wound from healing, it would not be considered a big deal. What, he wouldn't die even if he was split in half.

Under his surging demonic energy, the Buddha's light was washed away in a blink of an eye, the wound was exposed, and the death intention suddenly began to spread. His whole body froze, and under the pull of invisible gravity, he returned to the Shura field.

A ball of sparks bloomed from the wound, like a white lotus!