Legend of the Great Saint

"Master... Qingshan..."

Yan Danqing stood up in disarray, and both of them became so strange that they were close at hand but could not reach.

Li Qingshan’s right-hand tip gave birth to a claw, and his smile revealed his fangs. The bronze wine cellar passed through the cold air and slowly greeted the ink dragon king.

Qi Danqing seems to hear the empty echo of the broken air. Every inch of the wine cellar grows bigger. It is still a wine cellar. It is clearly a bronze-cast mountain peak. It has been whizzing from the sky, and the moiré painted on it has become The overwhelming clouds are feeling like suffocation.

Boom!

Mo Hailong Wang toasted, two wine cellars touched each other.

On the bank of Qidan Qingling, there was a thunderous thunder. He stunned, and there was a bronze mountain peak, a black cloud top, a wine cellar or a wine cellar, held in the hands of Li Qingshan.

The liquor in the sputum swayed a bit, and the eyes of the ink dragon King flashed a bit of surprise.

Hey! A round of invisible power stirred up, and the snow was swept away. The maids of the maids disappeared, the winds subsided, and the heavens and the earth were silent.

Li Qingshan will drink the wine from the middle of the sip, and then throw the wine cellar backwards and turn it into powder in midair.

"happy!"

The ink dragon king covered his face with long sleeves and slowly drank it. Finally, he gently put down the wine cellar. At the moment of leaving his hand, he slammed and the wine cellar cracked a deep mark.

"You are getting stronger."

"Good to say."

"But you should not go back to Qingzhou."

"is it?"

"I didn't mean to kill you again, but this may be God's will."

"wrong!"

"wrong?"

"Big mistakes, **** nowhere! First, you didn't kill me, whether you admit it or not. You are being played by me. Second, this is not a shit, but my decision of Li Qingshan. Come and break with you!"

Mo Hailong Wang sinks a bit, "reasonable. So I have to kill you once, give you a break!"

"Come on!"

Li Qingshan was like a tiger, and he waved a **** light in his hand and swayed toward the neck of the ink dragon.

"Do not……"

Yan Danqing also wants to stop, the long sleeves of the ink dragon king. He flew out of the grass pavilion, took the umbrella from his hand, took out the three-footed sword, and blocked the bite of the tiger's teeth. The action was like flowing water, not smouldering.

Yan Dan Qing flew in the air. Did not hear the sound of swords colliding, but heard a burst of tigers and dragons, constantly rising and rising, reaching the nine clouds, wide eyes and looking at the grass pavilion, not seeing the two figures, I saw the dragon plate!

"Not bad!" Mo Hailong Wang a pair of dragon eyes staring at Li Qingshan. It seems that he is also surprised that he has grown to such a degree in such a short period of time.

"This way?" Li Qingshan asked, holding the handle with both hands and waving.

The long sword suddenly bent, could not withstand the huge force and deflected. The ink dragon in the ink king reflected a **** light, and leaned back, the blade flew past him, but there was a black hair flying up.

boom!

A blood rushed out of the grass pavilion, destroying everything that was along the way. The ice lake is broken, the mountains are divided, and a terrible scar of thousands of feet is left on the earth.

Li Qingshan grabbed the hair and put it on the tip of his nose, and said with sincerity: "This is called revenge!"

In the eyes of the ink king, the anger was flashing. The hair suddenly twisted into dozens of black and black swords, and spurred on Li Qingshan’s face. Everything was like a big sword, and it suddenly appeared in such a close distance. To hate.

"The turtle turtle Xuanjia, back to the light!"

In front of Li Qingshan, a mirror with a regular hexagon appeared, reflecting the sword gas back, turning it into a hair in midair, and incorporating it into the long hair of the ink dragon king.

"broken!"

Li Qingshan violently screamed and displayed the "Tiger Devils", and the gust of wind rushed and condensed. This violent violent sudden, once directly smashed the head of the nine-headed king.

However, the body shape of the Ink Dragon King suddenly disappeared without any warning. Li Qingshan felt a hand pressed against his vest, and behind him came the voice of the ink king: "A break!"

In an instant, the terrorist power of destroying the mountains and falling down the gorge, under the control of the Mohai Dragon King, it seems to be flowing and silent, and there is no sound and shadow from the outside, as if the ink marks are soaked in paper.

"It's still a long way off!" Li Qingshan didn't move like a mountain, and suddenly looked back, and it was like a fire.

"Well?" Mohai Longwang felt a kind of diaphragm, and he was isolated from his strength. Instead, there was a shocking force that was uploaded from Li Qingshan and passed along his hand to the whole body.

The cows are shaking!

boom! The earth cracked, the cracks spread in all directions, and the grass pavilion shattered and scattered.

The figure of the Ink Dragon King flashed into the air and looked at his right hand. There was a hint of surprise in his heart. There was a slight scar in his pale palm, and black ink flowed.

This palm not only did not kill Li Qingshan, but he was injured. He almost forgot how many years there was no such experience, and the sense of power uploaded from Li Qingshan was definitely different from the original situation.

However, this is not a serious injury to him. He is not even hurt at all. He will recover from the wave, and overlooking Li Qingshan below, what is his origin?

Li Qingshan stands on the cracked ground, and the skin of the vest is turned into a cyan color with a black handprint printed on it.

Although it was once chased by Murhai Longwang Wanli, the actual confrontation was only a moment. In short, it was spiked. There is no accurate understanding of the strength of the ink dragon king. It is only at this moment that the strength of the ink dragon king is deeply felt. It is not a "cow and sculpt skin", not only the flesh and blood, but even the tiger bone will be damaged, and the ink sea dragon king even has not revealed.

The shadow of death is shrouded, but the blood is boiling and it becomes hot and hot. Compared with the kind of goods in Zhaoqing, this is the opponent he wants!

Even if the enemy is strong ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ even if it falls in the wind, but life and death wins and loses, how can you understand without fighting?

"Devil!"

Li Qingshan burst into a magical power, turned into a scorpion konjac, and waved his tiger teeth to the sky: "Come on, Mo Hailong Wang, let us make a break today! Don't think about running away, you can't kill me today, no more in the future. Opportunity, if you go back to the ink sea, I will find you."

"Escape?" For the first time, the Ink Dragon King showed a smile similar to "laughing", showing his arrogance.

Li Qingshan held the handle with both hands and waved to the rear of the slope. He suddenly opened the wings of Fengshen, and the earth suddenly collapsed into a huge deep pit. A red light rose from the sky, waving **** knives and counterattacking the sky!

The ink sea dragon king flew the sword front, and made a burst of dragons, disdain for moving and dodging, and a sword pointed to Li Qingshan, like a black meteor falling in the air!

褚丹青睁 big eyes, only see the winds and waves, dragons and tigers fight! To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point () to vote, the monthly pass, your support, is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please read. )