Legend of the Great Saint

The Longmen School is arrogant and overbearing, but at this moment in the eyes of everyone, Li Qingshan is ten times more arrogant than the Longmen School. In a word, it determines the fate of the two great rivers and lakes that have been entrenched in Qingyang for a long time.

On Yang An's face, there was no anger at all, and he restored the calmness and rationality that a swordsman should have. He instinctively judged Li Qingshan as a rare enemy in his life.

However, he also has absolute self-confidence. He is light and elegant, and he is the most restrained of Li Qingshan. This is like Li Qingshan's iron fist that restrains Liu Hong. The strength is big, can't beat people, but also the power of death. Li Qingshan blocked the sword of the ordinary gantry disciple, but he could not stop the sword of his second-class master.

This point, Li Qingshan is also very clear, and he is keenly important, the sword worn by Yang Anzhi is different from the sword of ordinary steel that ordinary disciples admire. But in the face of such an opponent, it is impossible to escape, only to face up.

The two confronted each other, and the restaurant suddenly quieted down, killing the air and getting breathless.

"Hey!"

Yang Anzhi pulled the sword off the sheath, Sen Han Jianmang, swept Li Qingshan.

Li Qingshan’s pupils shrank, and the blade was also covered with a faint aura, just like the knife he got today.

People are famous, swords are also famous, this is a famous sword in Qingyang City, no one knows.

The dragon sword, the dragon gate sent a generation of swords, only the head is qualified to wear. A person is famous, but a sword is famous! This sword can be cut into iron even if it is held in the hands of ordinary people. If it is in the hands of a real swordsman, it is a real murder weapon.

"This is a spiritual device!" Before the time returned to the banquet, Qingniu looked at the knife in the hands of Li Qingshan.

"What is the spirit?" Li Qingshan played with a knife in his hand: "Does it really give me a treasure?" He used to read novels like this, and he went to a grocery store and went to a peerless artifact. Blocking the killing of God, the Buddha blocked the Buddha.

Qingniu sneaked a smile and broke his illusion: "This thing, barely attached to a layer of aura, even the lower spirits are not counted, most of them are used by the apprentices of the beginners, but at your level, It’s a treasure! It’s just that the sneer in the bull’s eye is getting more and more intense.

This thing can only be used as a flying knife. Whether it is for practitioners or ordinary warriors, it is a waste product that cannot be counted as a chicken.

Li Qingshan cherished the knife and collected it. This is the first piece he got, um, the spirit, and it has great commemorative value. After all, it is not a rare item.

But I didn't expect that, in a blink of an eye, I saw another one, and it was still in the hands of the enemy.

Jin Gepu’s shopkeeper was also caught in the gentry, and when other gentry were panicking to avoid, he obsessedly looked at the dragon sword.

If this sword is in Jin Gepu, Li Qingshan will take out all the money and then kneel on the ground and ask him, he will not sell.

When the sword came, everyone thought that Li Qingshan would be like a hard-hitting hard-horse horse, but he rolled around and avoided the sword and went to the corner of the restaurant.

Yang Anzhi's change is faster, his wrist is biased, and Jianguang is in the shadows. He is forced to Li Qingshan, a few feet apart, and the cold will stab Li Qingshan's skin.

Wherever they went, the gentry were screaming and fleeing, and thought they would be a meat shield.

Li Qingshan did not rogue to the extent that he reached out and grabbed a table of eight cents and used it as a weapon.

At the Big Eight Immortals table, there was nothing in his hands, the wind was blowing, and the lights were swaying.

Yang Anzhi did not put this power in his eyes. As Jianguang did, the Eight Immortals table was like tofu, and it was cut and shattered. In the blink of an eye, only one table foot was left, pinched in the hands of Li Qingshan.

Li Qingshan was so poor that he threw out the ankles of the table. I wonder if it was a panic, but he still missed it and flew over Yang’s brain.

Yang An’s sword is like a rainbow, and Li Qingshan’s vest is attached to the wall.

Suddenly the restaurant was dark, and the table legs that flew out of Li Qingshan shot down the last lights.

"I want to escape! It's too late!" Yang Anzhi drunk, but did not see, the darkness fell, Li Qingshan's face floated, not a panic, but a smile.

"Hey!" Li Qingshan took a shot with both palms and caught the dragon sword between them.

Yang Anzhi sneered, he borrowed the momentum of the rushing, and wanted to hold the sword with strength, it was delusional! The Jianfeng spurs, and the Jianba rubbed, and the sound of the metal symphony sounded.

The Jianjian was only three inches away from Li Qingshan's throat. Yang An's face suddenly changed, and the yin wind blew after the brain, which made him feel like a life-and-death crisis.

"This is impossible!" This is his first thought.

Although he couldn’t see it, other feelings were still there. Some people couldn’t find it when he was close to him. How strong is it, is it a hidden weapon?

If the lights in the restaurant are still on, everyone can see that after a knife slashes Yang An’s brain, it really looks like a hidden weapon. However, if someone can open the eye as Li Qingshan, then it will be appropriate to hold the knife in Xiao'an's white hands.

Xiao An self-study "Zhu Yan Bai Lu", daily blood-washed, is not afraid of this level of blood, can be really close to the side of the master, but still lacks a suitable weapon.

If you use the ordinary hunting knife again, with the strength of Yang Anzhi, even if you don't cross the external power, the internal force will fly the knife and it will be hard to cause fatal injuries.

But now it is different. The knife in the hands of Xiao An is not only a waste, but also a weapon of assassination.

Li Qingshan used his body as a bait, just to attract Yang Anzhi. He did not prepare in advance with Xiao An, and he did not have a word of communication. He had extreme trust, and Xiao An did not let him down, and the cooperation was wonderful.

Yang Anzhi is also very powerful. In the middle of a few minutes, he bowed his head and the blade almost slipped over the scalp. He was shocked and not chaotic. As long as he continued to exert his strength and killed Li Qingshan, he could calmly deal with the hidden weapon master behind him.

The knife jerked and turned down.

Not a hidden weapon!

Yang Anzhi's brain is instantly chaotic ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Because he has not yet felt the back, a little breath of life, a refreshing sigh in his heart, regardless of disregard, want to withdraw the sword back.

Li Qingshan's two palms bite Jianfeng, sneer, want to stab easily, but the first to be pierced must be your head. Want to withdraw? Then don't think about it!

The sword is in the presence of people, probably the lesson that every swordsman has received, not to mention the sword is the sword that the ancestors passed down.

The sword stayed in the hands of Li Qingshan, but the man flew out with a very elegant body, but the man was no longer able to float, and the hair was scattered, extremely embarrassing.

All of this happened only in the blink of an eye. From Yang Anzhi’s sword, Li Qingshan was forced to the wall, and then he was assassinated and retired, but it took a few breaths.

The gentry were flustered and could not react. Only Liu Hong sniffed his nose and smelled a **** smell. The heart is full of shock, Yang Anzhi is injured? How did this kid hurt him?

In the last moment, Yang Anzhi decisively abandoned the sword, but also paid a heavy price. Xiao An still used a knife to pull a wound of a foot long behind him, and blood slid down.

Li Qingshan had some admiration for his decision. He first realized the emotions mentioned in the book. Even though he was a life-and-death enemy, he wanted to put the other party to death at all costs, but in the confrontation, he would still perform for the enemy. The skills of the show are shocking.

However, in the battle, he certainly will not be entangled in this kind of emotion, or that everything is entangled in right and wrong. Since it is dead and hate, it is right to kill the other side regardless of everything.

There was a darkness in the restaurant, and some lights came in through the window. Yang An’s eyes widened and he tried to adapt to the darkness. A black shadow appeared, and the wind rushed into the face, faintly seemingly suffocating.