Legend of the Great Saint

“Who did it, who did it?” Three heads of household roared. He was injured, but he was still capable of killing in the eyes of many bandits.

“Pfft” another bandit's throat was slit, and the servant fell to the ground. He was the first person who should have made contact with Sandan and said that Li Qingshan would be swept away.

The dark mountain forest is like a hideous demon, and the shadow of terror overshadows all the bandits in an instant, and nobody sees who moves their hands? How did you do that? Not knowing if the next person to die will be himself, this unknown fear is the worst.

In this panic, the third and fourth bandit fell, as if the Sickle of Death were silently harvesting life.

The night breeze was cold, a delicate hunting knife, roaming among the tall dead grass like a venomous snake, and the blade was filled with dark grass juice that did not reflect any light.

And tonight, moonless.

Li Qingshan stood in the dark forest on the hillside and looked at all of this. Only he could see. Xiao 'an held a hunting knife and wandered among the bandits. The look on his face was incredibly angry.

The words of these bandits have completely provoked him, and for the first time his mind has dried up for a long time, and such a strong emotion has erupted that he wants to kill all these people.

Li Qingshan saw Xiao 'an several times trying to get close to the third head of household, they were all blocked back. The blood of the third-rate master has been extremely strong, and he has exercised restraint over the Yin Ghost. Xiao An is able to approach him or because he nourishes himself daily with his own anger.

“Ah!” “Ah!” Two screams, another two bandits died, and the three heads of household were not scum, yelling: “Gather round, lean together!” All the bandits gathered close to him to ensure his safety first.

Many blood anger gathered together, like a huge flame, Xiao 'an could not come near.

Li Qingshan drank a sip of spiritual wine from the gourd. "Bull Demon Fist" did not see it long at speed, and there was no so-called light work. He came after it alive with the same endurance as a cow, as well as spiritual wine supplement.

He replenished his energy by lifting a fissile bow. Now it's my turn!

The sound of "bang” broke the pitch-black night color, you can tell from the sound alone that it was a powerful bow string bang, short and clean, with a sharp force to cut the air.

Feather arrows attacked from the darkness in the distance with a sharp whistle, breaking through the chest of a bandit, nailed to a bandit behind him, an arrow double-carved!

As soon as the strings were heard, the bandit had been perforated, and the bandits had experienced a lot of battles. None of them had been able to react in advance. The three heads of household knew that the arrow was faster than the sound. The archer was a good shooter. The whole of Qingyang, it seemed that only one person could shoot such an arrow.

No, not that guy, or he's dead now! Sandang looked at his injured right shoulder and remembered the kid who forced him into the field. He was rushed and careless before he was attacked. I had no idea the boy's arrow was so horrible.

In fact, Li Qingshan's archery is still not very precise, and suddenly he uses a heavy bow like a fissile stone bow, which is so far apart. But the bandits gathered together, they didn't have to bother aiming, they just had to shoot at the center, and there was no reason to get upset.

“Three heads of household, that kid just now, he's catching up. ”

“This… is about killing us all! ”

“The arrow came from that direction, we fought him! ”

“No, no, once we're separated...”

As they argued, the second arrow penetrated the chest of a bandit, whose face was twisted by fear, panicking like a flock of lambs to be slaughtered.

Sandao ordered: "This is all the kid's fault. Let's rush up and kill him!” Kill with bandits screaming and rush to the hills.

Li Qingshan stood in place without any hesitation and shot down an arrow.

A feather arrow was ejected by a tight bow string, raging in the dark, spinning through three dead leaves, stuck into a bandit's body, and penetrated the layer of flesh until it was stuck in the bone before unwilling to stop running.

The tremendous impact of the feathers and arrows made the bandit not even have time to make a scream. A bandit next to him stopped and looked at him in horror. The look of fear had not dissipated, and he felt a sharp pain on his head, and then he knew nothing.

The interval between the arrow and the arrow was so short, the bandits' impulse stopped and rushed to find shelter, but they couldn't breathe. That weird blood trail came down their throats again, far more precise and horrific than the arrow.

At every moment, people die, morale inspired by fear, and when it leaves the sky, they come back to God and realize that the Three Households have ridden the Dwarf Horse and rushed towards the Black Wind Village, suddenly scattering as birds and beasts.

Li Qingshan raised a fissile rock bow on his back and felt a hidden pain in his arms. The power of these three rock bows was really small, but after more than a dozen arrows, he couldn't support it. He took a deep breath and drank another sip.

“Ann, let's catch up! ”

In Woniu Village, the villagers are still worried, and Li Long is ordering the corpse to be collected.

“Aaron, how did this happen?” An old and dignified voice sounds from the dark.

Li Long shocked: “Master, what are you doing here?” It is Liu Hong, the Iron Lion, who owns the Iron Fist Gate in Weizhen Qingyang City.

“I'm afraid you won't be able to handle the bandits, so come and see.” Liu Hong stepped out of the darkness, his eyes were like rings, he was not angry and arrogant, he was wearing a broad Chinese robe, and the wind was bright, like a powerful lion. He looked at the body of a bandit: “He broke up with the Black Wind Village... hey, this is not your hand, so heavy, say, what is going on? ”

Li Long could only come one thousand five hundred and ten times. Liu Hong heard the words and actions of the three masters. He snorted coldly: “How dare you not put the iron fist door and the old man in my eyes? If the old man were here, he would definitely shoot him himself, and see if the blind bear dared to turn his face with me. ”

Until I heard Li Qingshan's hand, I praised him: "Good spirit, good means. How old did you say Li Qingshan was? ”

“Around fifteen.” Li Long himself was a little surprised. Only when he said it himself, did he think that Li Qingshan was just a teenager.

“What, only fifteen!” Liu Hong was shocked. He was an old Jianghu. Don't say that he was a third-rate expert at the age of fifteen or six, or a first-rate expert. But behind those young Yingjie youths, there was not a shadow of a big family doorman. At least, there was a master of martial arts.

Without a good master to teach, it would be no longer possible to achieve a climate of genius. "You are right to reconcile with him. This Li Qingshan may be a disciple of some stranger from Jianghu. Go, let's follow him. ”