Legend of the Great Saint

"Who is it, who did it?" Three of them were awkward, although he was injured, but his skills are still there. In the end, he is able to kill people in the eyes of many thieves.

"噗" Another thief's throat was cut open, and he fell to the ground. He was the first person to be the first and the third to be the one who said that he would take Li Qingshan a thousand.

The dark mountain forest is like a hidden devil. The shadow of horror shrouds all the thieves. No one knows who is moving? How is the hand moving? I don't know if the next dead person will be himself. This unknown fear is the most terrible.

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

The night wind is cold, a delicate hunting knife, like a viper, swimming between the tall hay, the blade is covered with dark grass juice, will not reflect any light.

And tonight, no moon.

Li Qingshan stood in the secluded jungle on the hillside and looked at it all. Only he saw it. Xiaoan held the hunting knife and smashed between the thieves. The look on his face was extremely angry.

The words of these thieves have completely angered him. He has been numb and dried up for a long time. For the first time, he has such a strong emotion and wants to kill all of them.

Li Qingshan saw Xiaoan several times and wanted to get close to the three-headed family. They were all blocked back. The blood of the third-rate masters was extremely strong, and they had restrained the ghosts. Xiao An was able to get close to him, or because he was nourished daily with his own anger.

"Ah!" "Ah!" Two screams, two thieves died, and the three were not wastes. They shouted: "All come together, lean together!" All the thieves gathered tightly. Beside him, first guarantee his safety.

A lot of **** anger gathered together, as if a huge flame, Xiaoan could not get close.

Li Qingshan drank a sip of the wine in the gourd. "The Bull Magic Boxing" is not known for its speed. There is no such thing as a light work. He relies on the endurance of the cow and the supplement of the spirits to catch up.

He added strength and raised the split stone bow. Now, I am going to shoot!

The sound of "嘭", I was shocked by the darkness of the night, and it was only from the sound that it was a strong bowstring that rang, short and beautiful, with a sharp air that cut open the air.

The feather arrow hit the darkness of the distance with a sharp whistling sound, piercing the chest of a thief, and nailing it to a thief behind him.

When I heard the sound of the string, the mountain thief had been pierced, and the mountain thieves had experienced a lot of troubles. No one could react in advance. The three masters knew that this was faster than the sound, and the archery was this. The Taoist hand, the entire Qingyang, seems to have only one person can shoot such an arrow.

No, not that person, otherwise he is dead now! The third master looked at the injured right shoulder and remembered the kid who pushed him to this field. He was only rushing to the sneak attack, but he didn't expect the kid's archery to be so terrible.

In fact, Li Qingshan's archery is still not particularly accurate, and suddenly uses a heavy bow like a splitting stone, and is separated by such a long distance. But the thieves gathered together, no need to bother to aim, just shoot at the center, there is no reason.

"Three homes, it was the kid, he caught up."

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

"The arrow is coming from that direction, we fight with him!"

"No, no, once separated..."

In their dispute, the second arrow runs through the chest of a mountain thief. The face of each thief is distorted by fear. The panic is like a group of lambs to be slaughtered.

The three-headed family ordered: "This is the ghost that the kid is engaged in, and rushed to kill the kid!" With the thief shouting and rushing to the hill.

Li Qingshan stood in the same place without any scruples, and shot down with an arrow.

A feather arrow was shot by a tight bow string, snarling in the darkness, spinning through three dead leaves, plunging into the body of a thief, and penetrating the layers of flesh and blood until it was stuck by the bones. Stop running.

The huge impact of the feather arrow, so that the thief can not even make a scream, next to a mountain thief to stop, horrified look over, the expression of fear has not dissipated, I feel a sharp pain on the head, then what I don't know.

The interval between the arrow and the arrow is so short that the thief’s momentum is swaying, and he is rushing to find a hiding bunker, but it’s too late to breathe. The strange bloodstains are once again falling on their throats. On, far more accurate than the arrow.

Every moment, people die, morale inspired by fear, empty and empty, and when they return to God, they realize that the three masters have already rode on the pony, rushing toward the black wind village, and suddenly making birds and beasts.

Li Qingshan took up the cracked stone bow and felt the pain in his arms. The strength of the three crossbows was quite small, but he couldn’t support it even if he opened more than a dozen arrows. www.wuxiaspot.com~ Take a deep breath and drink again. liqueur.

"Xiao'an, let's catch up!"

In the village of Wo Niu, the villagers are still uneasy, and Li Long is killing the dead.

"Aaron, how to make this look." An old and majestic voice rang from the darkness.

Li Long’s body shocked: “Master, how come you are!” It is the iron fist door of Weizheng Qingyang City, the iron lion Liu Hong.

"I'm afraid that you can't press the thieves, so take a look." Liu Hong walked out of the darkness, his eyes as a ring, not angry, and wearing a wide robes, pretentious, like a mighty lion, he The corpse of the thief of the mountain thief: "With the black wind village fell out... Hey, this is not your hand, the strength of the heavy, said, what is going on?"

Li Long can only come one hundred and ten times. Liu Hong heard the words and deeds of the three heads of the family, and snorted: "Don’t dare to put the iron fist and the old man in the eyes. If the old man is here, he will definitely slap him and see. The bear scorpion dared not turn his face with me."

When I heard the passing of Li Qingshan, I sang a song: "It’s good, good means. How old is Li Qingshan?"

"Probably, it is fifteen years old." Li Long himself was a little surprised, only to speak out, only to think of Li Qingshan is only a teenager.

"What, only fifteen years old!" Liu Hong shocked, he is the old rivers and lakes, not to mention the fifteen-year-old third-rate master, he has also seen the first-class master, but behind those Yingjie teenagers, there is no big family martial art. Shadow, at least, there is also a master of martial arts.

If there is not a good teacher to teach, it is no matter how good the talents are, and it will not become a climate. "You are right to reconcile with him. This Li Qingshan may be a disciple who has been trained by the rivers and lakes. Let's go and see."