Legend of the Great Sage

The big flag at the top of the city changed, and the red tiger flag fluttered. Although it was a little broken, it was soaked in blood but looked more majestic. (novel )

The bloody smell inside the city gate was so thick that it could not be melted away, and the ground became muddy after absorbing the blood. The sergeants were cleaning the battlefield and striking enemies alive when they encountered them.

Just now during the fierce battle, I didn't notice it, but now I saw corpses everywhere and rivers of blood. It was like a hell. Many people lay on the ground and vomited. However, they still had to continue cleaning when they got up, and they gradually became accustomed to it.

After this battle, they are no longer new recruits.

Gu Yanying clearly felt that with the end of the battle and the loss of personnel, military morale had greatly declined, but the quality had improved to a higher level. Perhaps there is no more clever way to capture this city, but this is not a personal grudge, but a full-scale war. Only through the tempering of blood and fire can this army be valuable.

The crows did not bother to return to their nests, flapping their wings and pecking at the dead bodies.

Li Qingshan led his men to seize the inner city, which was the Ma family's mansion, and put out the fire that was about to break out in time. He also wiped out a few remaining forces and killed a few martial arts people who wanted to fish in troubled waters. Only then could the overall situation be stabilized. Come down.

Worried, Gu Yanying returned to the city gate and saw that everyone around him had tired faces, even the guardians on the left and right. After all, not everyone has the endless support of the power of the earth. He smiled and said: " You all have worked hard, please sit down and have a rest!”

Throwing away the broken swords, he sat down on a corpse. After hearing this, everyone felt as if their bones had been ripped out. They sat around randomly on the ground. The guardians on the left and right did not care about the identity of the great swordsman and rested against the wall with their swords in hand.

Only the skinny young man came to Li Qingshan. Ignoring the bloody mud on the ground, he prostrated himself deeply.

"What's wrong with you kid?" Li Qingshan asked with a smile.

"Prince Xia, please accept me as your disciple!"

"I thought you were inspired by my righteousness, but I didn't expect you to have such an idea." Li Qingshan raised his eyebrows, but he was not angry at all. Seeing that the black knife in the young man's hand did not have any scratches, he added: "Your knife Although the method is a bit poor, the knife is pretty good!”

Hearing Li Qingshan praise his sword twice, the skinny boy felt entangled in his heart and gritted his teeth. Suddenly he held a knife in both hands: "Lei Lie is willing to dedicate this knife to the prince. As a gift to become a disciple!"

"Is this the Seven Killing Demon Sword?" A cold light flashed in Zuo Zuo's eyes.

"Are you a disciple of the Seven Kills Demon Lord?" The Right Protector then asked.

"I am the son of the Seven Killers!" Lei Lie said proudly,

It elicited a low cry.

"Seven Kill Demon Lord!" Li Qingshan only knew this name through the demon star. He was the lucky one who got the power of the demon star. No wonder the aura in this sword is so familiar. I'm afraid it was made from the metal contained in the demon star. Naturally, it carries the aura of Shura Tao. But he smiled and shook his head: "I just thought of my own knife. What do I need your knife for? Since your father gave it to you, you should keep it!"

Lei Lie breathed a sigh of relief. This sword was a family heirloom, and it was of great significance to him. However, he felt deeply disappointed. Compared to the peerless sword skills, such a sword was nothing. He said unconvincedly: "I don't know, Your Majesty." What kind of sword is yours, but I dare say that there is no other sword in the world that can compare with this sword."

"You are still too young." Li Qingshan laughed loudly, how could such a knife be compared with Thelma and Louise's knife.

"My lord, are you afraid that my identity will bring you trouble? If so, I will leave now!" A blush appeared on Lei Lie's pale face.

"Lei Lie, have you ever done anything evil?"

"I started practicing swordsmanship when I was three years old, and I haven't stopped for a day. There is no chance for me to do evil. Even my father is slandered by the world..."

"I don't care who your father is, it's enough for me to know you. From today on, you are my member of the world!"

"yes!"

"But it's not convenient for me to accept a disciple, and you are not suitable for using a knife. Throw away this knife and use a sword from now on!"

Li Qingshan waved his hand, and the guardians on the left and right looked at each other and nodded. In this way, the identity of the son of the Seven Kill Demon Lord can be concealed. Even if it is exposed, it can be said that he has corrected his evil ways as soon as he joined the association, and will not damage the reputation of the Tianxia Association.

Li Qingshan didn't think so at all. He never took the words "Seven Killing Demon Lords" seriously. He just relied on his own knowledge to see through the foundation of Lei Lie.

Everyone regards the sword as supreme and regards him as the king of hundreds of soldiers. The knife can be used by mountain villagers to chop wood and cut meat without much practice. There has always been only the way of swordsmanship. There is no so-called way of swordsmanship. At most, it can only be said to be swordsmanship.

The sword has no moral integrity and no dignity at all. However, in Shura Tao, the status of the sword is very high. If weapons are born for killing, the sword interprets this murderous intention to the extreme. On the contrary, it becomes difficult to control, because it is simple and almost mediocre, and it cannot exert its own power. Specialty, so there are not many Asuras who use swords.

The sword is the courage of a hundred soldiers, and Li Qingshan's initial enlightenment came from the sword.

"What!" Lei Lie was shocked and angry. He had been practicing swordsmanship almost since he was born, wielding the sword ten thousand times a day, but today he was told that he was not suitable for using a sword.

"You are full of hatred and your heart is controlled by a knife. If you continue to practice, you will only become a madman."

"He's right. If you don't believe it, you might as well leave this knife for a while. The murderous intention in your heart will naturally weaken. Not everyone is as warlike and bloodthirsty as him." Gu Yanying rode over and brought him with him. Wearing a silver eagle mask, his voice can't help but make people feel warm.

Li Qingshan licked his lips and grinned: "Sometimes I really want to know what it would be like to kill you with one knife."

"Everyone else is wielding their swords to cut off Qingsi. What's wrong with you using a knife?" Gu Yanying joked.

"Haha, if you kill someone with a sword and a sword, the effect is about the same."

Lei Lie held the handle of the knife tightly, his expression changing.

At this moment, there was a loud crash and a group of crows flew up, screaming in panic.

Li Qingshan instantly arched his back and spread his fingers, as if he was a wild beast sensing danger.

There was a lazy yawn behind him, and a child walked out from behind him, with a decadent and melancholy expression that was inconsistent with his age. He glanced at Li Qingshan and said, "Thank you for being a sleepyhead. I slept so deeply this time, uh, What is this place?"

"Xiao Ming!?"

Li Qingshan showed a look of surprise, because this unidentified son of God has become even younger, looking like he is only three or five years old, and his aura has weakened to less than one heavenly tribulation, but he does not know how to get out of the Shura field that is imprisoned in this world. come out.

Luohu Xiaoming leaned up and looked up at the stars, as if he saw that this was a small world, and said with disdain: "You are really getting better and better."

"You have the nerve to criticize me." Li Qingshan laughed, and his heart moved: "You just said thank you, but what kind of thank you are you?"

"No, it must let me take it out."

Luo Hu Xiaoming waved his hand, and a huge flamboyant blade was inserted in front of Li Qingshan. It was the Thelma and Louise knife! (To be continued...)