Legend of the Great Saint

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Xiaguang fades and the sunset moves.

On Pingbo Lake, the two figures confront each other, a blazing fire, a sullen smile on the corner of the mouth; a dark shadow, indifferent as if always with a mask.

"It turns out that you are already a handsome guy."

Mo Yu said with a blunt rise and fall that is not undulating, his heart is also full of horror, the North Moon became famous as a demon, and it has only been a long time to become a demon handsome, ten years? Or shorter! The human cultivator has such a speed, it can be regarded as extremely fast, and for the monster, it is even more incredible.

"How, scare you!" Li Qingshan smiled.

"No wonder so bold, you can know what kind of sin you have committed, destroy the rules set by the Dragon King, and peaceful coexistence, killing each other within the Yaozu."

Li Qingshan laughed. "You don't want to kill me. It's not a day or two. Now I'm talking about such ridiculous words. There are only one rule for the Yaozu. The weak meat is strong. If you really want to distinguish between black and white, I will kill them. Because they want to kill me, I kill you, but also because you want to kill me!"

"Kill me?" There was finally a slight ups and downs in the tone of Mo Yu, and it seemed to have thought of a problem that had never been thought of.

This is not his stupidity, but the inertia that has been spent for thousands of years. As the Prince of Qingzhou, there is no one who can threaten his life. Only he can determine the death of others.

This time I came to Pingbo Lake, and I saw the North Moon. What I thought was just **** him. Don't let him escape the birth day. I never thought about the possibility of being killed by the other side.

After reminding, he also began to think that when the North Moon was used as a demon, it was already strong enough. Now what is the power of being a demon handsome? Can not help but regret that he did not hurt him at the beginning.

But he forgot a question, even if he wants to kill. How could Li Qingshan kill him?

"Yeah, don't forget, you still owe me a debt, it's almost time to pay back!"

Li Qingshan once played against Mo Yu. It was taken by a death spell of one of his talents to take a hundred years of life, which is not a long life for Li Qingshan. But after all, it is extremely unpleasant.

Mo Yu was silent for a long time, calmly said: "You will die." As if to announce some established facts.

"I will die!" Li Qingshan nodded and admitted that "all things in the world can't escape the words of bad air. Whoever dares to say that eternal life will not die, but you will definitely die in front of me!"

Speaking of it. He did not say much, his right hand waved downwards, below the sparkling Pingbo Lake, all the ripples were smoothed in an instant, from near to far. Like a huge mirror, reflecting the blue sky, and the round of the moon.

"Mirror flower water month!"

Li Qingshan reflected the scene in the lake, suddenly moved, and jumped out of the water.

The lion beats the rabbit and uses all his strength. Moreover, the ink feather is not a rabbit. His talented magical ability to shuttle the space, to kill him is not a simple matter.

In the past, he was rarely able to use mirror images when fighting, and only at certain critical times would the mirrors be attacked. Because the mirror avatar itself is too fragile, basically it can also be a trick and two strokes, and in the fierce battle, also strive to concentrate on the meeting, can not be used with one heart.

But at this time, after Li Qingshan was promoted to the demon, these two problems were solved. First of all, the mirror avatar is no longer so fragile, and as Li Qingshan becomes stronger, it rises. Then, Li Qingshan’s thoughts became stronger and the spirit was strong enough to control both bodies at the same time to fight.

So the mirror avatar can finally fight side by side with him!

The Phoenix wing and the Fengshen wing open at the same time. Li Qingshan starts with the mirror and splits from the sky and the lake to the ink feather.

Mo Yu also unfolds a pair of dark wings, but the wings are different from the wings of birds, and they seem to be intertwined with the shadows of the pieces. They spread wildly under the night sky. In a blink of an eye, the wingspan reaches dozens of feet. It is full of unreasonable meaning to cover the entire sky.

A piece of black feathers fluttered with black trails. Under the wings, the fish and shrimps in the lake died. The eyes of the ink feathers stared at Li Qingshan. The black coix seed flowed like a liquid, becoming a white-eyed, full of Amazing horror.

Death gaze!

Li Qingshan has a shape, a cold chill, and through the skin, it penetrates into the internal organs and goes straight into the soul.

If someone can see Li Qingshan's "Fire of Life", when he can see the flames swaying, it becomes dim. Mo Yu's talent is really strange, ignoring the opponent's speed, strength, defense, and directly attacking itself.

The last time Li Qingshan suffered a loss under this trick. Even if there was a phoenix fire that was endless, it almost could not resist the power of this death. If Gu Yanying suddenly appeared, it brought the Mohai Dragon King to "just enough". Command, almost life-threatening.

This time, Mo Yu’s shot is exhausted, can Li Qingshan still resist?

The speed of Li Qingshan's progress gradually slowed down, and finally stopped in front of the ink feathers. His face was pale and there was no trace of blood. The heart seemed to stop beating, and the phoenix wings burning behind him were dimmed. The mirror avatar loses the control of his mind, and it is like a broken line, falling on the lake.

In the dark center of the ink feathers said: "You really become stronger ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ but for me, meaningless. Why do you die when you die, I said that I have the final say? I said You will die, not at some point in the future, but now."

During the speech, his shadow wings stretched more and more, as if two dark hands were shrouded in the direction of Li Qingshan. Mo Yu walked through a path of shadows intertwined, and walked toward Li Qingshan, facing Li Qingshan, who could not move. Waving his hand, he could squat his head, but he did not realize that Li Qingshan’s lips were slightly raised. Even though he found it, he only thought it was a convulsion of desperation.

The power of death is invading Li Qingshan's body incessantly, trying to cut off his vitality. However, his life fire is stronger than ever, and the phoenix is ​​no longer the phoenix that is suppressed by the turtle.

The demon swayed and sent a stream of warmth to the whole body, dispelling the chill of death, which is the constant force of the phoenix.

Mo Yu went to Li Qingshan and prepared to wave his head down. He suddenly felt that his body was sinking. There was a force to pull him down, and his heart was stunned.

A fist wrapped around the black crack of the strip was imminent, and the ink feathers slammed. It seemed that there was no chance to cast a magical movement. The iron fist violently bombarded the face of his dead man. (To be continued.)