Legend of the Great Sage

"Who, who did it?" The third master yelled. Although he was injured, he still had his skills. Who the hell was he who could kill people in the eyes of so many bandits.

"Pfft!" Another thief's throat was slit and he fell to the ground. He was the first person who had just responded to the third master and said that he would slash Li Qingshan with a thousand swords.

The dark forest seemed to hide a terrifying devil, and the terrifying shadow shrouded all the bandits in an instant. No one could see whose hand was moving? How did you move your hand? I don't even know if the next person to die will be me. This unknown fear is the most terrifying.

In this panic, the third and fourth bandits fell to the ground, as if the sickle of the god of death was silently harvesting life.

The night wind was gloomy and cold, and an exquisite hunting knife swam among the tall withered grass like a poisonous snake. The blade was covered with dark grass juice, which would not reflect any light.

And tonight, there is no moon.

Li Qingshan stood in the dark jungle on the hillside, watching all this, only he could see, Xiao An holding the hunting knife, wandering among the bandits, the expression on his face was extremely angry.

The words of these bandits had completely angered him. He had been numb and dry for a long time. For the first time, he had such a strong emotion that he wanted to kill all these people.

Li Qingshan saw that Xiao An tried to approach the third master several times, but was blocked back. The third-rate master's blood was already extremely strong, and he had restrained the ghosts. Xiao An was able to get close to him because he nourished him with his own anger every day.

"Ah!" "Ah!" There were two screams, and two bandits died unexpectedly. The third master was not a waste, and shouted: "All come together, stay together!" All the bandits gathered tightly. Beside him, keep him safe first.

Many blood and anger gathered together, like a huge flame, and Xiao An couldn't get close.

Li Qingshan took a sip of the spirit wine in the gourd. "Bull Demon Power Fist" is not good at speed, nor does it have the so-called light power. With the endurance of a cow and the supplement of spirit wine, he chased after him.

He replenished his vitality and raised his split crossbow. Now, it's my turn!

The sound of "bang" broke the pitch-black night, and just from the sound, one could tell that it was an extremely strong bowstring, which was short and beautiful, with a sharp energy that cut through the air.

The feather arrow struck from the darkness in the distance with a sharp whistle, pierced through a bandit's chest, and nailed it to a bandit behind him, killing two birds with one stone!

The moment he heard the sound of the string, the bandit had been pierced. The bandits had gone through many battles, but none of them could react in advance. The third master knew that the arrow was faster than the sound, and it was this who shot the arrow. Daoist, in the whole of Qingyang, it seems that only one person can shoot such an arrow with a bow.

No, not that person, otherwise he would be dead now! The third master glanced at the injured right shoulder and thought of the kid who forced him to this step in the field. He originally only thought that he was in a hurry and careless, and he was attacked by the sneak attack, but he did not expect that the kid's archery skills were so terrifying.

In fact, Li Qingshan's archery is still not particularly accurate, and he suddenly uses a heavy bow such as a split stone bow, and is separated by such a long distance. But when the bandits gathered together, they didn't need to bother to aim at all, just shoot to the center, there's no reason to miss it.

"The third head is the kid just now, he caught up."

"This... this is to kill us all!"

"The arrow is coming from that direction, we fought against him!"

"No, no, once separated..."

When they were arguing, the second arrow pierced through the chest of a bandit again, and each bandit's face was contorted with fear, panicking like a group of lambs to be slaughtered.

The third master ordered: "This is all the ghost of that kid. Let's rush up and kill that kid together!" They rushed up the hill with the bandit shouting and killing.

Li Qingshan stood there without any scruples, and shot down with an arrow.

A feathered arrow was ejected by the taut bowstring,

In the dark, he spun through three dead leaves, plunged into the body of a bandit, and penetrated layers of flesh and blood, until it was stuck by the bones, and then it stopped running unwillingly.

The huge impact of the feather arrow made the bandit not even have time to let out a scream. A bandit next to him stopped and looked over in horror. Before the look of fear dissipated, he felt a sharp pain in his head, followed by something I don't know.

The interval between arrows was so short that the bandits stopped their momentum and hurriedly looked for a cover, but before they could breathe a sigh of relief, the strange bloodstains once again landed on their throats. Above, it is far more accurate and terrifying than arrows.

Every moment someone died, and the morale boosted by fear was exhausted, and when he came back to his senses, he realized that the third master had already mounted a pony and ran towards Heifengzhai, and immediately dispersed.

Li Qingshan lifted the cracked crossbow on his back and felt a dull pain in his arms. The power of these three crossbows was indeed no trivial matter, but after firing more than a dozen arrows, he couldn't hold it any longer. He took a deep breath and took another sip of wine.

"Xiao An, let's catch up!"

In Woniu Village, the villagers were still in a state of anxiety, and Li Long was ordering people to collect the corpse.

"Aaron, how did you make it look like this." An old and majestic voice sounded from the darkness.

Li Long was shocked: "Master, why are you here!" It was the Iron Fist Sect Master of Megatron Qingyang City, Iron Lion Liu Hong.

"I'm afraid you won't be able to subdue those bandits, so let's take a look." Liu Hong walked out of the darkness, his eyes were like rings, he was not angry, he wore a large Chinese robe, and he was majestic, like a mighty lion. Take a look at the corpse of the bandit: "I fell out with Heifengzhai... Hey, this is not your hand, it's so heavy, say, what's going on?"

Li Long could only tell one by one, Liu Hong heard the words and deeds of the third master, and snorted coldly: "How dare you not put Iron Fistmen and this old man in his eyes, if the old man is here, he will definitely kill him with his own hands. Does the blind bear dare to turn against me?"

When I heard Li Qingshan's action, he praised: "Good spirit, good means. How old do you think Li Qingshan is?"

"Probably, it's fifteen years old." Li Long was also a little surprised, and only when he said it himself did he remember that Li Qingshan was only a teenager.

"What, only fifteen years old!" Liu Hong was shocked. He was an old Jianghu, let alone a third-rate master of fifteen or sixteen years old, he had seen even a first-class master, but behind those heroic youths, was there a big clan? Shadow, at least, also has a master of martial arts.

If there is no good teacher to teach him, no matter how much the genius is in the sky, it will not become a climate. "You are right to reconcile with him. This Li Qingshan may be a disciple trained by some strange person in the rivers and lakes. Let's go, let's follow and have a look."