Legend of the Great Saint

There is no nonsense, no temptation, Li Qingshan is a lore!

It seems that the hungry tigers are eating, smashing and smashing, blending four kinds of magical powers, and integrating one. Www/

At the dawn of the millennium, the look of the dragon was changed, and the eyes were like a dragon. The hand holding the sword suddenly stabilized and waved a bunch of afterimages.

Hey! Swords and crossfire.

The dragon hardened the knife and the body fell backwards. The earth under the feet burst into tears and spread to the surrounding area.

The edges are staggered, and a wave of sparks illuminates the two faces. Killing, furious, hate, crazy confrontation between squares. The tiger cub glared at the dragon's eye, and the blade slammed down, and a stream of blood ran down from the top of the faucet. The violent knife wind slammed on him from all sides, and issued a series of sharp metal. He wore a dragon scale like a heavy armor and died against the blade.

At the moment when the knife was exhausted, he seemed to be pressed to the extreme spring, struggling to open the mad knife. Jianfeng crossed the front of Li Qingshan and opened the door in front of him.

boom! Li Qingshan tumbling and flew out, a colorful palm print was deeply branded on the chest, accompanied by a sharp pain.

The dragon's hair was scattered, and the sword rushed to breathe. The blood flowed from the forehead to the corner of his mouth. After a while, he was afraid that he would only be half a step back.

"Good!" Li Qingshan grabbed the flesh and blood of the chest, smashed it down, splattered the frozen soil, and the war was boiling like a fire, striding toward the dragon.

"You have already lost." The dragon's voice was low, and the corner of his mouth evoked a cruel smile.

Li Qingshan grinned, but did not make a sound, only the wind and the knife in the silence.

Xiaolong sneered and held the sword.

The stars are cold-eyed, they are like ordinary sergeants, approaching each other step by step.

Ten steps!

The wind whistled, the murderous gas screamed, and there was a scream of the tiger screaming dragon.

Li Qingshan does not shoot, and Xiaolong does not shoot.

Five steps!

Hurricane call sign. The murderous murderous, the tiger screaming dragons screamed like a drum.

Li Qingshan does not shoot, and Xiaolong does not shoot.

Three steps!

The wind is torn. The murderous smash, the tiger screams. Surging and overlapping, straight into the sky!

The radiance bursts, sweeping in all directions, everything is drowned in the sword and the sword.

Swing a knife, swing a knife, and swing a knife!

People are like tigers, and their swords are like the wind. Hearty. Such as drinking spirits, life and death set aside!

Xiao An, who is hiding in the side, is worried. The dragon's swordsmanship is superb, and the sword's front turns unpredictable. It is like a dragon and snake change. When it resists the knife, it is constantly interspersed and wandering. With an incredible angle, it brings a blood mark on Li Qingshan. It also has a dragon scale and heavy armor, both offensive and defensive.

Li Qingshan can only take advantage of the attack. The injuries suffered were getting heavier and heavier, almost fighting blood.

Xiao An clenched the Buddha sword: "If you go on like this, he will..."

The tiger is in the midst of change. Can not make other magical powers, including "phoenix nirvana", once the war is dead, it is really dead.

boom! The smoke is like a wolf, and the figure is divided, and the person is wrong. One person falls to the ground.

The dragon was standing upright, adding a few knife marks to his body and smashing the dragon scales. Look back, cruel and sneer.

Li Qingshan was sick for a long time. Bathed in the blood, spilled on the ground. If it is smart. At this point, it is time to accept the tiger magic, so many more lives. However, he did not do that. Spit the blood in the mouth and smiled: "Happy!"

If it is because of a "phoenix nirvana" to kill the courage, it is better not. If it is because of greed and fear of death, it is better to die to death.

Unconsciously, the wind stopped.

Xiaolong mixes his breath and turns around, staring at his back, clearly so weak, but it makes him deeply jealous. Nothing hesitated, and he was close to the front, and his sword fell!

Xiaoan bit his lip and closed his eyes: "Get up!"

Wind blows!

Li Qingshan did not return to grasp the sword front, blood flowing along the blade.

When the dragon looked changed, he weakened to the extreme breath and even climbed again. "How, how is it possible!"

The wind is coming! In an instant, it became a storm, smashing the sky and burning the pillars of smoke, flying the sand and walking the rocks, and fainting.

The wind **** wings are gently stretched, and each time the fan moves, the storm becomes even more fierce.

Li Qingshan is the heart of the storm!

The dragon looked awkward and tried his best to force Jianfeng: "Go to death!"

The sword light crossed, but it fell through. The figure of Li Qingshan disappeared, leaving only the end of the mad flower knife obliquely inserted on the ground.

"Hey, have you escaped?" The uneasiness in the heart of Xiaolong became more and more intense.

The blade trembled and rose up to the sky, falling into a big hand.

Xiaolong suddenly raised his head, his eyes pierced through the sand, Li Qingshan was hovering over his head, and a pair of red dragons overlooked him. The wind and the wings behind him and the storm blended with each other.

Li Qingshan rushed to Xiao'an slightly decapitated, thanked her for her trust and support. She did not see him in distress and helped her understand how difficult it was for her.

Listening to the wind silently: "This is... the tiger is six."

The long-lost mad flower knife soul suddenly opened: "The kid, the knife is still tender! Actually hurt me to lose a broken sword."

"Listen to my roar." Li Qingshan smiled and flew, swaying the end of the mad knife, the storm followed.

At this moment, he seems to be incarnate in Fengshen, and the power of heaven and earth falls from the sky.

The dragon looked solemnly and dignified, and Xu danced to abandon the sword. The road was sharp and the sword was condensed, and the murderous machine was hidden. The three thousand-style "Heaven and Earth Swordsman" formed a sword array to counter the heaven and earth.

"Heaven and earth possess swords, three thousand arrays!"

"Hundred flowers!"

The end of the mad flower knife dances the storm, the knives are like a hundred flowers, the handle is the branch, the knife is the scorpion, the wind is the flap, the gorgeous bloom!

The sword is broken! Three thousand swords, all drowning in the wind.

Xiaolong was unscathed and sneered: "But so!"

Li Qingshan slowly spit out two words, but it changed his look: "Thousands of flowers!"

The end of the mad flower knife in hand, the handle of the steel flower, once again bloom.

The earth was cut off by layers, leaving only the central dragon, desperately fencing against the sword, looking like crazy.

Hey!

Xian abandoned the sword and flew out ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ covered with fine knife marks. He was broken and scattered in a dragon scale, and was blown away by the wind.

Xiaolong looked awkward, like a nightmare, but heard two words: "Wanhua!"

In an instant, the momentum collapsed, and a **** fog erupted into the body, turning into a colorful dawn, desperate to escape to the magic domain.

He did not hesitate to use the tricks of blood and blood, as fast as lightning. However, the flowers bloomed and overlapped, as if they were endless, and the layers were cut off, and the life was taken back from the dawn to the human form, and a shadow shrouded.

Li Qingshan stopped his way, his anger and anger, but Akasaka was very clear, reflecting his distorted face.

The eyes made him feel terrified, shuddered and unable to move.

Thousands of flowers fell, the knife and the light were all over, and there was only one end of the road between the heavens and the earth, and a knife fell into his chest, not to the handle.

The blade penetrated from the back, and the aftermath rips the earth, turning into a long wind, leaving a deep gully.

The storm suddenly subsided. (To be continued.)