Legend of the Great Saint

Like the shape of the Ding furnace, the copper Dingshan, bursting into the sky, like a volcanic eruption. The ruins turned into ash in the glory, and flew to the sky. All the traces of man-made were wiped out in an instant and crystallized.

Li Qingshan turned his gaze into the dust and smoke, and paid for it in the future. The Qingxu sword pointed to the long day, standing in front of Fu Qingying. On the other hand, it was the blue silk fluttering in Tsing Yi, and the other side turned into a little bit of fluorescence, flying and gathering.

In the last moment, he used the illusion of the Qing dynasty. Even though he was concentrated by the light beam, he only scattered a little bit of fluorescence.

"Continue to open the gun!" Li Qingshan screams and screams, the Qingshen sword is stronger, and the power is not endless. It seems that invincible is not forced to the extreme, he will come to test the extreme of the Qingshen sword and live up to this godsend. Good opportunity.

The light fell like rain, pouring on the top of the copper tripod, the rumbling sounds of hundreds of miles, the mountain peaks were cut off by layers, and the body of the green scorpion continued to spread and the expression remained constant.

So full for a quarter of an hour, Fu Qing's brow wrinkled, the Qingxu sword in his hand trembled a little, did not expect a moment of carelessness, actually fell into such a dilemma, North Moon, I looked down on you.

As soon as he bit his tongue, a blood spurted on the sword of the Qingxu. The sword was blue and the sword was merged.

"It is now!" Li Qingshan was in the middle of a bright light, and he was ready to send him for a long time. He suddenly opened the wings of Fengshen, holding a blood knife and waving a knife-like knives to cut off Qingguang.

Fu Qinglan is not angry and laughs, Qingxu swords open a round of blue light, abandoned palace city pool. Unfold in midair. In the meantime, Li Qingshan once again fell into the glory of Qingxu.

The night tassels and the night flow waved into the air, followed by the soldiers in the hands ready to send, waved to pay attention to the green, but fell empty. They penetrated directly from the piece of blue light and stunned back. The Qingxu illusion is like a mirage in the sky, and it is hopeless.

Fu Qingyu faintly said: "The 10,000 people, in the end, can only face me alone. Are you ready? North Moon."

At this time, many Zhuji monks who came to the rescue came to see the tragic appearance of Tongdingshan. Looking at the illusion in the sky again, I don’t know what to do.

The night flow wave loudly: "Fast, open up the road of quiet travel." Although it did not pay the same with the Qing dynasty, but this Tibetan sword palace contact, is also famous in the ground, it has played against the strong stone shadow several times, all Occupy the upper hand, although not able to kill the two demon, but they often forced them back to the bottom, but also brought some injuries.

"No need." Li Qingshan stared at the faint road in front of Fu Qing. This Qingxu illusion is different from the ruling. It is controlled by Fu Qingyu, and even if it is forced to come in, it will be excluded. "Now start, by the night tassels handsome. Do the best possible killing 诛 盟 盟 修."

"The tassels lead the life." The night tassels plucked forward and rescued the foundation-based monks. The rest of the night tourists followed, and the people were in the air, and they were already in the darkness and disappeared.

The foundation-based monks have changed their faces. He has seen so many night-time tourists assassins.

"Sword is like a mountain!" A middle-aged monk wearing a robe. Behind the long sword, the sword is slashed, and it seems that Jianshan is usually surrounded by the group. If it is against a few nights, this trick is enough to defend itself. Night visitors are not good at frontal storms, but at the moment he is confronting dozens of the strongest night tourists assassins.

Soldiers ping pong, a series of weapons hit the sound, the night tourist assassin shape flashes like ghosts, will be like a mountain sword gas pressure back.

The middle-aged monk yelled out and took out a scorpion from the treasure bag to sprinkle it out. The explosion of the rumble blasted off the night's offensive. He quickly left the sword.

The night flow wave snorted, and the sword was abandoned with a bow. It opened like a full moon, and the **** had already condensed into a black arrow. Behind her, a dozen nights of tourists assassins are also a general move, in the night of the family, the archery is a must-have skill.

A black arrow rained through the smog of the explosion, silently sliding over a black track.

The middle-aged monk shouted to the backs of other Zhuji monks: "The Taoist friend saved me!"

Other architects of the foundations are based on the idea that the dead friends are not dead, and they are not going back. And dozens of night tourists who are robbed, they are not crazy.

The middle-aged monk slammed a few long arrows, and the robes on his body swelled. It was also an extremely rare best-spirited bodyguard, helping him withstand seven or eight arrows. If it is a single fight, it is almost invincible, but under the absolute number gap, the robes have no time to restore their strength. In an instant, they are torn by the arrow rain, and the middle-aged monk is shot into a horse honeycomb. It fell in the sky.

And his "dao friends" did not easily escape, the six mothers went to block their way, the speed is their advantage, the chances of being able to kill the foundation-based monks so easily are not many.

"You thought that this would disturb my mind." Fu Qingyu said, constantly borrowing the glory of Qingxu, and restoring the power of loss.

"I never thought about disturbing your mind, how, you didn't think about this scene!" Li Qingshan did not take the initiative to attack, and he was very interested in talking to Qinglan.

He has never been a nonsense person. He is abhorrent when he has an absolute advantage, and he has to talk nonsense, pretend to be a model, and then be fooled by his opponent.

On the contrary, after seeing the speed of paying for the Qingjian Yujian, he understood that he did not have the "advantage". Now even if he is fighting for the old man and paying for the three hundred rounds of the battle, he will not be able to stop. .

To reach their realm, in the case of one-on-one, most of them are in this situation. It is easy to win and lose, and it is difficult to divide.

For Li Qingshan, there is no point in winning a game, so he deliberately pays the hope of killing himself, just to drag him here. His helper is already on the road.

When seeing Fu Qinglan, Li Qingshan understood that this was a godsend opportunity for the demon squad, and he began to act on the ground. The help he was looking for was not Xiao An.

In the underground cave, the blood shadow looked coldly at Li Qingshan: "How dare you come to my territory?"

"Fu Qingying is in the copper Dingshan, and is confronting my deity. I want to take revenge. Come on!" Li Qingshan opened the door and the strange speed of the blood shadow was able to be affixed to Fu Qingyi and cut off his vitality.

"What are you talking about?" The shadow of the blood is changing. His hatred of Li Qingshan is no less than paying attention. Both of them also humiliated him.

"Believe it or not." Li Qingshan turned and left, and the blood shadow came to him: "Where are you going?"

"Of course, I am looking for a strong stone, a dragon worm, right, and a spider, I want to sue her, a good opportunity for counterattack."

Li Qingshan circumvented the blood shadow and flew away. He didn't know any tactical strategy. He just suddenly found that he had caught a good hand and wanted to win a big head.

War is not a game that can be won by intrigue and tricks. The so-called strategizing is far less ambiguous than that described in the novel. It is always full of variables, and one can change the direction of war by chance.

What really determines the outcome is still the strength of both sides. At least at this moment, the united night tour of the Terran is more powerful than the ecstasy.

All this, Fu Qingyi is just a thought, then I want to be transparent. For the purpose of Li Qingshan, I guessed a few points. But he is still calm, but smiles: "I know what you think, but even if the Gorefiend and the Stone Monster are in the same place, you can't kill me."

"Let's give it a try." Li Qingshan sat down on the covered steps: "I hope your men are as strong as you are, and you are just arrogant with a sword."

Deep in the ground, the strong stone smiled and said: "Do you want me to be your helper?"

"No, I advise you to take the opportunity to attack other sects. Now is the best time." Li Qingshan turned and walked away. The strong stone could not keep up with the speed of the Qingjian Yujian, and the power to kill the stone would not be too big. The role, but to attack the martial art, but it is better.

It’s true that Fu Qingyu said that the grasp of killing will not exist from the beginning, but he can at least destroy the demon.

"Gentlemen are born differently, good and false are also things, what do you rely on, and stop yourself?" Fu Qingman said, came to the broken wall on the right hand side of Li Qingshan and smiled: "A group of foundation monks It's not as important as you think. In comparison, I care more about you. In just a few years, it's amazing to get to such a degree from a monster, no, a monster."

Li Qingshan raised his eyebrows and smiled. "They are very important to me." Without this fight, there are not so many spoils, and where is the present.

"Is it with the cat medicine that the cat demon gives you? Not ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ is not enough, you have other good luck." Fu Qingyi said to himself.

"Of course, I am deeply blessed." Li Qingshan looked down casually. The few base-built monks were like elk-like deer surrounded by wolves. They gradually lost their weight and died one.

"Right, do you know who killed the elders of the dragon?" Fu Qingyi suddenly asked, holding the coffin in the hand in the sleeve. He stayed here, it is to find out this point. For the Tibetan Sword Palace, this is the most important thing. Only when the words are prepared for this question, it is precisely that they are not prepared.

The enemy certainly won't be honest, but there are corners, and he believes he can figure out the truth.

Li Qingshan opened his mouth and said a word. He turned his mind and did not answer. He simply closed his eyes and talked to such people. There must be no intention.

Fu Qingying flashed the blue light, and smiled slightly: "Well, I think I already know. In fact, you are not a good person to cover up. That talent is the source of all your strength, right?"

Li Qingshan suddenly opened his eyes: "What is in your hand?" (To be continued)