Legend of the Great Saint

The heavens and the earth are silent, the sound of the wind and the sound of the waves, all of them are integrated into the picture, and the people and dragons who are constantly changing are the ink.

Between the movements and the movements, long ink marks were dragged, and the speed was almost at the extreme. Only two red and elegant ink marks were seen, and they were getting faster and faster. Finally, they seemed to be entangled together to form a The whirlpool of the group whirls rapidly and the picture is chaotic.

Everyone is looking at this shocking battle, only the paintings in front of zhùshì, the blood of the wrists flowing, along the fingers to the end of the pen, gallop in the painting.

Blood and blood are blue, blood is made into ink.

His face gradually became pale, his spirit became more and more vigorous, with a bit of fanaticism, and he left everything in the world, only the paintings in front of him.

Gu Yanying also looked back at the strange, and then turned to the jìxù watch.

I don't know how long it took, and there was a "squeaky", very slight but extremely clear, which seemed to sound in everyone's mind, breaking the silence between the sea and the sky.

A figure fell from the air, slammed into the ink sea, and slowly floated up, it is Li Qingshan. His eyes were closed, floating on the sea, and the long red hair spread out. One left leg and one right arm disappeared, and the wounds were scarred. The wound was not red blood, but black ink.

Gu Yanying sighed and turned to a sigh.

"The outcome is already divided!"

"He, is the war dead?" Some treasures are unbelievable.

Gu Yanying shook his head. "He won."

Li Qingshan opened his eyes and looked up at the sky quietly. A smile on the corner of his mouth: "Dragon King, you are defeated!"

The voice did not fall, the snoring sounded into a piece, from a slight change to a roar, and the rumble rang through the ink.

The scrolls gradually collapsed and fell into the sea. There was color between the heavens and the earth, and that was the last glory of the sunset.

All the spectators have a sense of guilt, and the battle lasted for such a short time.

The ink disappeared and appeared on the sea. It is only a few feet away from Li Qingshan’s nǎodài. Looking down at him.

"Why, do you have to fight again?" Li Qingshan looked up and looked at it.

The heavens and the earth are pouring into the body, and the earthly power gives him an endless stream of power, and the fire of the phoenix burns. Remove ink and repair injuries. Even the broken limb. Also reborn in the curl of the flame.

"It’s really a strong trick to enter the paintings, especially on this piece of ink. However, it is still against my fist." Li Qingshan raised the new right fist in the flame, and the power of shock really restrained such means. The end of the mad flower knife made a soft beep, "Well, there is a knife!"

Mo Hailong Wang did not say a word, and did not shoot.

He is very clear about one thing. Even if there is a whole piece of ink on the sea, it can't crush Li Qingshan. He can only support himself for a while and not be defeated so quickly.

In short, the destructive power of the ink dragon king can not pass through the tortoise shell and cowhide, crushing Li Qingshan a tiger bone, extinguishing the fire of the phoenix.

"It's weird, you don't even have a supernatural power."

Li Qingshan Road, although the Mohai Dragon King has displayed all kinds of means, but none of them are truly talented supernatural powers, but for the Yaozu, magical power is the foundation of everything.

If the Ink Dragon King has any kind of aggressive magical power, the true power of the ink sea will be truly condensed, and the winner is not known.

But what surprised him was that the former Qingzhou demon prince Mo Yu, a guy who was weaker than the Mohai Dragon King, could also use his talents.

"Because I am not a demon." Mo Hailong Wang finally spoke.

"Oh, you changed the ink feather from painting to demon, but still can't help yourself? It is really boring to think about it. I have always regarded it as a strong enemy. It turned out to be really just a painting, or, Paint the soul!"

Li Qingshan shook his head and suddenly jumped up, punching the ink without a trace, splashing the sky.

"However, whether you want to fight or not, you will not stop it!"

The invisible figure of ink condenses in the distant sky, and decapitate Li Qingshan. If he stops, it is the biggest insult. But knowing that it is not good, but blindly entangled, is not his style, the dragon's eyes in the shackles dissipated, and turned into a blank, the expression suddenly a little desolate.

At this time, Yan Danqing completed the final stroke, depicting not the process of fierce fighting, but the scene of the initial confrontation between the dragon and the tiger, and then the fierce battle, but it seems to be all integrated into the painting, giving people endless imagination.

He showed a pale smile, his body weakened to the extreme, and suddenly he was shocked. The battle was already éshù, looking around for the figure of the ink king, and suddenly a voice sounded behind him: "Good painting."

"master!"

Yan Danqing looked back, and Mo Hailong Wang looked at the painting with a blank eye and gave a compliment.

"The five must-have paintings, you have got a bit of the essence, then you can slowly practice yourself."

"Master, you..." Yan Danqing seemed to feel something.

"It’s been so long, it’s huíq."

The ink dragon king said quietly, suddenly the big sleeves waved, the ink sea violently tumbling up, a circle of coastline gradually faded the ink color, shrinking toward the center of the sea, the last drop of ink rose to the sky, suspended in the palm of the ink king, shot into the Dan Danqing Dantian, integrated into the limbs of the lily, the soul of the sea, rolling in the blood.

The Mohai below shows a blue color, which eliminates the influence of the five immortals and becomes a blue sea. After doing all this, the figure of the Ink Dragon King disappeared with the wind, and Dan Danqing reached out and touched only the warm sea breeze.

At the same time, in the distant void, on a white painted wall, an ink dragon gradually emerged, and it was intended to fly, but the eyes were blank, and suddenly appeared weak, and could only be trapped on the wall.

Vaguely two figures, a Tsing Yi, a yellow robe.

Huang Pao asked: "Why does the Taoist stop the pen, only draw the dragon without paying attention, and lose the charm."

Tsing Yi people replied: "The point is to fly out of the sky, forget it!"

"Oh, okay, okay."

Huang Pao Ke is a face that does not believe, the practice of people who have worked hard for a thousand years, it is difficult to fly, it is difficult to say, according to a painting in this district, dare to say what is flying up the sky, it is really nonsense.

If the Tsing Yi people are not aware of it, they will smile at the dragon in the painting.

The sunset rises and the sun shines.

Yan Danqing recalled all these years of experience, can not help but tears down, wiped with sleeves, ink stains on the sleeves, can not help but stay a bit.

"Danqing~www.wuxiaspot.com~ You are fine!"

Li Qingshan came over and asked with concern. I saw that the 褚 浑 浑 浑 浑 , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,

"I……"

Yan Danqing looked at his hands and understood that Mo Hailong Wang used extraordinary means to integrate the whole piece of ink into his body. He could not help but be more sentimental and crying.

"Hey, don't cry, it's too wasteful."

Li Qingshan knows that Dan Danqing can't control this power now, let alone digest.

"Qingshan, you promised me, is it counted?" Yan Danqing wiped his tears and asked Li Qingshan.

"Of course." Li Qingshan smiled.

"The painting is about to open."

"Then I will accompany you for a trip!" To be continued...)