One Piece: Flowing Blade-Like Flame

The two lines of Qingzhu burst into tears and walked along the way; "Today's death has no regrets and no regrets, and we will go to heaven with Xiao Ke."

When Qingzhu said the word "Xiao Ke", the old demon tiger's body shook against the sky, and the past a hundred years ago quietly slipped through his heartstrings.

"I feel sorry for you, I'm sorry," he said, "I'm sorry to you." His eyes suddenly turned red, full of air, and he yelled frantically: "Liu Yi-guang, who do you say it is? 'S fault?"

Qingzhu exhaled blood from the corners of his mouth, with a bleak expression on his face; "Xiao Ke, you killed it!"

"Gao, did I kill him?" The red light was more prosperous in the eyes of the old demon under the sky, which was extremely frightening. (.) Only to see that countless black winds formed around, but not as fast as the trend, to Qingzhujuan.

The wind howled, the sky lost its color!

With the terrible cry of bamboo, the body was cut into thousands of sharp blades. He felt that the physical pain was no longer pain, but the pain of losing Cole. Memories of many years have quietly awakened again.

Countless black winds seemed to destroy everything. Bamboo closed his eyes and knelt in the air. The sky covered the place, and numerous golden works emerged, forming a golden lampshade.

At this point, the black wind could not hurt him at all.

Look, take back the French palm print, and the black wind will disappear.

Qingzhu suddenly opened his eyes, and his eyes seemed to be very young, staring at him. "From this moment on, I am no longer Monk Qingzhu, that is, the martial arts Li Yimeng a hundred years ago."

"Li Yichang, can't you even protect Xiao Ke?" "Why are you killing me now?" The old banshee laughed at the sky.

Metallography disappeared. Qingzhu suddenly stood up, the rickety figure looked really strong at the moment! An old man with a broken candle and independent in the wind has a magnificent air.

Dawn walked out from the east, heaven and earth killed each other!

Qing Zhu's eyes rushed out of two cold glows, and he was forced to look at the old demon, and said, "Qing Zhu is Li Yimei, and Li Yimei is Qing Zhu. It has never changed." Suddenly, a green cloud of wrinkled fingers appeared. The dream of Wang formed a green sword body with a lifelike blue dragon carved into the body, like mist driven by clouds.

More than a hundred years ago, before bamboo began to practice in the Qing Dynasty, it enjoyed the title of "the world's first swordsman" in the world, and its name was Li Yimei.

"This is one of the top ten fairies on the Weizhen mainland more than a hundred years ago," he said, looking at the turquoise fairy sword.

Liu Yi's eyes were like cold electricity, his face was haggard and wrinkled, but he still couldn't stop his ferocious aura. () With a sword in his hand, he proudly said: "Yes, this sword is the dragon sword."

The old devil smiled at the sky and said: "Liu Yi-Chuan, Liu Yi-Pang, you bully me, don't you find it ridiculous that this seriously injured man uses magic weapons?"

Li Yichang looked at him coldly and said: "When you are also afraid of death." He changed his expression and shouted: "Under the background of the sky, you must sacrifice your life today to be worthy of Jiuquan. Korotkoff under."

"I didn't expect you to be like this," he said with a cold smile. "For a hundred years, I have never forgotten Xiao Ke." As soon as Coy died, you became a monk. "

Liu Yi looked at the palm of the dragon sword, just like looking at his lover, slowly stroking the sword body, as if the dragon was resurrected, and he kept making dragon sounds excitedly. He raised his head and stared at the old devil and said, "This dragon sword was given to me by Xiao Ke." Today I will use this sword to kill you. "As soon as the sound fell, the reflected flash of light flashed back...