Legend of the Great Saint

Zhu Lie’s look changed, and the fire ignited, desperately rushing past. If the smile does not change, the fly back, the distance between the two is quickly zoomed in, and then slowly pulled away.

All kinds of violent diseases broke out at the same time in Zhu Lie. The whole body was swollen, the skin was festering, and the heart in the field of vision gradually became blurred. His eyes were stained with a layer of shadow, almost blind.

"You bastard, die together!"

Zhu Lie uttered the arrogance of the dead beast, his chest was hot and bright, and he violently beat, and a heart was about to burst. The heart of the swallowing people is like the demon of the demon, but it is the center of power. Once detonated, it can scream amazing destruction.

At such a close distance, it is impossible to escape.

"The trapped beast is still fighting, the heart is suddenly stopped!" If you smile, open your fingers and gently hold it.

For a moment, Zhu Lie seems to have been exhausted of all strength. For the first time in his life, the heart is quiet for the first time, no longer beating, and the flames of the body are extinguished. The body still maintains the momentum and rushes to the heart. Take the three forks in his hand and stab her.

Such as the slight sideways with him passing by, a white hand like jade straight into his chest, pulled out a bright red heart. Quickly condense and harden in the wind, turning into a fiery stone - the heart of Molten!

Zhu Li's body was completely swallowed by the lesion and died. The devil emerged from him and returned to his heart.

If you can't check the sigh, look at the sky, the blue is gradually bleeding, and I feel that I am afraid that I am affected by this kind of dragon battlefield, and I will be unable to control my heart.

However, once the beast is released, how can it be re-held?

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When Li Qingshan left the big banyan tree, he felt a very obvious change. The murderous air condensed in the air, and the sky was infected with a touch of blood red. Knowing that the tigers in the sea emit bloodthirsty sputum, if there is no suppression of the turtle, I am afraid that even he will be affected.

Although the dragon battlefield, which is almost finished refining, is still not quite as good as the real Shura field, the monks of various factions have forgotten me to kill them, and there is no room for them to stay. In just a few days, Thousands of monks have died in battle, and even more like oil on the fire, as if the air is burning.

The Great Lake disappeared and became a rolling desert. Zhaoqing’s hunting plan is back on track. Seventeen foundation-based monks have recharged their batteries and flew out a handle with a flying sword. The light is intertwined into a dense net, which blocks all the advances and retreats of Li Qingshan. path of.

Li Qingshan laughed. The figure suddenly disappeared, although it did not play a stealth role, but all the locks of the air machine fell into an empty space, the coordination between the instruments suddenly appeared a little chaos, showing a gap that is invisible, he took advantage of the situation The sword fell and the big net broke.

I am going to kill a few. Suddenly feeling a heavy body, the body shape can not help but slow down, knowing that there is a method of surgery, when it is a soil spell. At the same time, at least seven kinds of spells fall on him. The spells are no more than the implements. The attack range is huge and can only be blocked. At least four of them are spells that control the shape of the lag. Suddenly it became impossible to move.

And that piece of implements flew home, each one has the power to kill and kill. The wounded and brave man violently screamed, his arms smashed and became thicker, and the octagonal cracking hammer became huge, and he fell to Li Qingshan.

Everyone’s heart is loose, do you think you can compete against us? Seeing that Li Qingshan was an enemy, he was in a desperate situation.

"clang!"

A black pagoda appeared out of thin air, and all the instruments fell on it. They all bounced off, but they were all suppressed by the bombardment of the cracked hammer. The tiger's mouth of the wounded and strong man was cracked, and the huge anti-shock force allowed He was bruised and looked at the innocent dark pagoda, revealing an incredible look.

He is a hammer, and the Jindan monk can't stand it hard. He can't break this strange tower. He did not know that Li Qingshan’s magic tower was also incapable of Jin Dan’s monks, and he was the first elder of Tianlong Temple.

Although everyone was scared, they shouted: "Architecture!"

At the same time, there were eight monks, and they took out the long-prepared flag. In the eight directions, the pagoda was dominated by the group, and an "eight-faced wind gust" was set up. The hurricane whistling in the middle of the battle, rolling like a sword in the town On the magic tower, there is a pile of broken bones, and the power of gold is cut.

But for the town magic tower, it is like a breeze, and it is not in the heart, even a trace can not be left behind.

Booming and banging!

The monks of each of them displayed the strongest means, bombarded in the town's magic tower, and the loud noise echoed throughout the desert.

The town magic tower swayed slightly under this attack and almost fell. The eight towns of the magic chain flew to all directions, locked the town magic tower in the void, and then did not shake.

My devil, the endless stream. My sin is endless.

For Li Qingshan, this is the strongest defense after the turtle.

"No wonder he is so arrogant, there are such means to be invincible!" The wounded and strong-hearted man was shocked and shouted loudly: "Everyone takes turns to hold the flag, save the spirit, and see when he can support it!" ”

Everyone is nodding, revealing the hustle and bustle, the more powerful the magical spells, the greater the consumption of spiritual power, and the blind defense can only be the end of the exhaustion of spiritual power.

This is a very reasonable inference, but the secret of the Tianlong Temple is not the source of the magic of the people who are suppressed in the tower.

Li Qingshan is in the tower. The reason why he did not kill immediately is to feel his own magical boiling. In the midst of the battle, the tiger's demon became more and more instigated. The original suppression of the cow and the tiger and the tiger demon was somewhat reluctant. Due to the influence of the dragon fighting, the violent tiger demon was increasingly unstable.

Outside, you must first settle in, and then compare with your own troubles, the outside siege is nothing, he appease the tiger demon, divert this suffocating, one into the dark red magic, become more and more crystal clear. The other one is simply injected into the arsenal of Dantian, so that the sword will become more and more fierce.

After a while, Li Qingshan made a cry, no longer hides the devil's demon, but let it be released in another way. The figure is soaring to reach a squat, covered with a pair of armor, and the red is like dripping blood. .

The left hand is holding a rebel sword, while the right hand is holding a black ring. This is the magic weapon that Zhao Qing has to reward him on the flying head. He wants to harm him, but he is using it. For the "Le Magic Circle."

Seeing that the town's magic tower has not been broken, the look of a group of monks has gradually become dignified. "He must be supported by the elixir that quickly restores spiritual power. If he attacks another moment, he will be forced out!"

The voice did not fall, a chain of magic chains closed, everyone just showed a happy color, they saw the town magic tower screaming, a bang hit a large array, all the flag-bearing monks, feeling a chest boring.

"Maintain the formation, don't let him escape!"

The town's magic tower flew high, and the slayers that appeared in it, let everyone be taken aback. "How did he become like this!"

The squally wind fell on Li Qingshan, and there was a sound, and the body was heavy. In the blink of an eye, many traces were cut and nearly peeled off.

Li Qingshan raised his hand and swung his sword!

The sword-handed evil eye released a round of evil light, and then a small circle, the blood red sword light tore the line of sight, while tearing a monk holding the flag, in the astounding eyes, was smashed into two .

Eight sides come to the wind, broken!

The wind is dying.

At the same time, the town magic tower ran rampant under his trend, blocking countless attacks, and smashing the encirclement of Zhaoqing minions.

There are still a lot of spells falling on the body, all of them are resisted by the armor, and the magical force is offset. Li Qingshan keeps on foot and turns back to a sword. The blood is flashing away, and a skull is swept away by blood.

His three-sword swordsmanship, was included in the rebellious sword, concealed and not put, the sword meaning contains more tigers and savage.

According to a sword, killing the enemy and obeying the enemy cannot be dodged. Evil eyes glimpse the flaws, can not resist, no matter how the enemy, all of them are broken.

In an instant, he was attacked many times, the body protector was destroyed, and a magic armor was full of cracks. He took the opportunity to throw out five swords, killing and killing!

Seventeen monks left only ten.

Li Qingshan’s two red spots were swept away, and everyone’s face was discolored and his heart was wide.

The battle hit the sky from the sky, and suddenly a giant hand condensed in the desert grabbed Li Qingshan, and the wounded brawny man screamed and smashed the knives.

Li Qingshan's magical move, the scattered giant hand, and then a punch in the cracked hammer.

boom! The armor covering the arm was broken into pieces and scattered on all sides.

The wounded and strong-skinned eyes are round and round, and the hands are bloody, and the hammers are broken and the hands are swung and flew to the sky. Suddenly felt a tight neck, a black ring. The magic circle continues to tighten and is in the flesh.

Awkwardly ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ A big head was broken off and said the last sentence: "You have been hiding strength!"

He had a battle with Zhu Li in the past. Everyone saw that he was forced to desperate, and he finally turned defeat into victory. Everyone thought that it was the limit of his strength.

"Dog chicken, do you dare to kill me?" Li Qingshan smiled, and the magic circle flew back to his hand. The sword pointed to the sky: "Thank you for your kindness!"

Zhaoqing saw this scene in his eyes, clenched his fists, and his face changed dramatically.

"Kill!" The remaining ten monks, all of them have the courage to kill Li Qingshan. However, there are still many people who can't win, not to mention the fact that there are few people. Li Qingshan has not fought, but he has not been tired, but he has not been so excited.

In a blink of an eye, three people were killed, and the remaining six were stunned and fled.

Li Qingshan will wave his hand, and the town will live in the town of Devil Tower. The town’s magic chain is entangled in one person, and the devil circle is surrounded by one person, without mercy, and one of the swords will be killed.

Zhaoqing can no longer care about the rules, control the dragon battlefield, to send Li Qingshan out, desperate to kill.