One Piece: Flowing Blade-Like Flame

"Li Yimei, the old demon will learn your swordsmanship today."

A giant dragon sang in the sky and the earth, and the green light flashed again and again. Li Yimei stabbed 981 swords, unable to fight the old demon.

The old devil smiled at the sky and said proudly: "Liu Yi-Yi, even if you have a magic weapon in your hand, you can't beat me." You have been at my feet for the rest of your life. "

Li Yichang hummed coldly, and two cold lines came out of his eyes, saying: "After 9 to 1, this will be my last sword."

"Liu Yi-Yan, if you have such skills, Xiao Ke will not die in the first place," he said with a smile.

Liu Yi-Yan sneered: "It's now, this is the first time." He looked dim suddenly, and said, "If you can stand my last sword," he said, "If you can pick it up My last sword, the'Sword of Immortality', I will let you go."

The banshee seems to have heard the most funny joke in the world: "Liu Yi don't talk about swords, you can't do anything." I haven't finished yet.

Seeing the dragon sing, Liu Yiyan's dragon fairy sword in her palm has been stabled quickly into the sky and the old demon.

The speed of swordsmanship can be described by lightning. No, faster than lightning.

At this time, the dragon sword pierced the old demon's chest and faced the sky. The anti-sky old demon oozes blood from his mouth, and his hand tightly held the dragon sword. The dragon sword is dazzling with green light, and the sound of dragon singing is constant.

"I didn't expect you to be so strong, I despise you," he said with a painful smile.

Liu Yi-A thin body moved forward, and a huge green light burst out of Dragon Sword's body, which stirred the old demon's hands and even his chest into fragments. I saw that the old demon's hand facing the sky was broken, and his chest turned into a **** hole.

The old demon didn't die because he was a demon, and his heart was not in that place. The hearts of humans and demons are different, although the evil soul is high, but now it is almost half dead.

Liu Yi-Ming boldly retracted the dragon sword that disappeared from the sleeve. A good move is "the whole thing in the sleeve".

At the age of 100, Liu Yizhuang seemed to have lived for several decades at this time, and his life was severely eroded.

He smiled bitterly at the mouth of the old demon in the sky and kept coughing up blood. It seemed that it became difficult to speak at this moment, and he said slowly without breathing; "Ding..." Danfeng, you are great. It's really getting stronger, you're avenging Cole

Liu Yi shook his head and said, "I can't live for three days, everything will be nothing." Because you are seriously injured, the Thousand-Year Dao will disappear, so you will also be reincarnated in another way. "

Perhaps, Lao Xie smiled bitterly at the sky and said: "Li Yimei..." I have no regrets now. The two of us have struggled for a hundred years, and we want to open it at the last minute. "

Li Yimei suddenly asked: "Old ghost, what else can you not let go of?"

With a bitter smile on the corner of the old devil's mouth, he slowly replied: "It's time to let go, everything has been released." This time I came from Montenegro and went to Xiaoke's grave to worship. I didn't expect to be so unlucky. I met Li Daosheng, and then I saw you again. "

"A hundred years ago, you killed her," Li Yichang said coldly.

"I didn't hurt."

Before the words were finished, the power of the Montenegrin generation became an unintentional mouse at this moment, a black mouse with wings.

Liu Yi's heart was filled with infinite sadness, and he couldn't calm down for a long time.

Unfortunately, more than a hundred years have passed, things are gone, and words flow for the first time without tears.

He avenged himself, avenged his beloved woman. However, he doesn't have that kind of pleasure now, he just feels that life is empty.

He was silent in the air and hadn't moved for a long time. After a long time, she smiled, as if she could see through the "Qingzhu" in the red dust, the real Taoist monk.

Unfortunately, the life of this famous monk is only three days, but what kind of miracle can the life flashing in the pan create?

The day is completely bright, the night has passed, the cycle of rebirth after cycle appears, and a new cycle of rebirth will begin again. ..