Legend of the Great Saint

The Dragon Gate Party is arrogant, but in the eyes of everyone, Li Qingshan is ten times more arrogant than the Dragon Gate Party. Between the words, the fate of the two long-standing Jianghu forces in Qingyang was determined.

However, Yang An's face was no longer angry at all. He restored the calm and rational mind that a swordsman deserved. He judged Li Qingshan as one of the few strong enemies in his life by instinct.

But he also has absolute confidence, his light and flexible light kung fu, the most restraint of Li Qingshan's kind of external practice kung fu, like Li Qingshan's restraint of Liu Hong's iron fist. Even more powerful, he can't beat people, but he is also a dead force. Li Qingshan has blocked the sword of the disciple of the ordinary Dragon Gate, but he can't stop the sword of the second-rate master of his family.

This is also clear to Li Qingshan, and his acute main point is that Yang 'an wears a sword different from the stainless steel sword worn by ordinary disciples. But in the face of such an adversary, it is impossible to escape, only to stand up.

The two confronted each other, the wine upstairs suddenly calmed down, and the killing pressure couldn't breathe.

“Psst!”

Yang An's sword pulled away from the sheath, Mori Cold Sword Mang, swept Li Qingshan.

Li Qingshan's pupils shrunk, and there was a faint light on the blade, just like the knife he got today.

People are famous, swords are famous, this is a famous sword in the city of Qingyang, no one knows.

Feilong sword, the Dragon Gate pie inherited generations of swords, only the Master Gate is qualified to wear it. Man is famous and strong, sword is famous and profitable! This sword can cut iron like mud even if it is in the hands of ordinary people. If it's in the hands of a real swordsman, it's a real murder weapon.

“It's a psychic device!” Before time returned to the banquet, Qingniu looked at Li Qingshan's knife and said.

“What is a spirit apparatus?” Li Qingshan played with the knife in his hand: “Did you really pick up the treasure for me?” In his previous life, he used to read novels like this. He wandered around in a grocery store and found an extinct artifact. Since then, God has prevented God from killing, Buddha from killing Buddha.

Green cow scorned and broke his fantasy: “This thing barely attached a layer of spiritual energy. It's not even a spiritual apparatus. Most of it is used by apprentices in beginner refiners, but at your level, it's barely a treasure!” It's just that the smell of ridicule grows stronger in the cow's eyes.

This thing can only be used as a flying knife. For practitioners and ordinary martial arts, it's not even a piece of junk.

Li Qingshan Zhen weighed heavily on putting away the knife. This is the first thing he got, um, the apparatus, has a great commemorative value, after all, it is also a rare item not.

But I didn't expect to see another one between my eyes, and it was still in the hands of the enemy.

Jingo's master cabinet was also enclosed in the gentleman. When the other gentlemen panicked and hid, he stared at the Dragon Sword with obsession.

If this sword was in Jingo's shop, Li Qingshan would not sell it even if he took out all the silver and knelt down to beg him again.

When the sword came, everyone thought that Li Qingshan would ram the hard bridge like he had just done, he rolled away from the sword and came to the corner of the tavern.

Yang An's moves are faster, his wrist is biased, the sword light is shadowy, and he forced Li Qingshan to come. A few feet apart, the cold air stabbed Li Qingshan's skin cold.

Everywhere they went, the gentlemen screamed and fled, thinking they were to be used as human shields.

Li Qingshan had not yet reached that level of scoundrel. He reached out and grabbed an Eight Immortals table as a weapon.

The Great Eight Immortals table, nothing in his hand, the wind swung and the candles swayed.

Yang An Zhi did not put this power in his eyes. The Eight Immortals table was like tofu. It was cut into pieces. When he turned his eyes, only one table and foot remained, pinched in the hands of Li Qingshan.

Li Qingshan Qiandong technique is poor, throw the table and foot hard, I don't know if it is panic, but he missed, flying from Yang 'an's brain side.

The sword power of Yang 'an is like a rainbow. Li Qingshan's vest is affixed to the wall and cannot be avoided.

All of a sudden, it was dark, and the table and foot flew out of Li Qingshan's hand, shooting down the final light.

“Trying to escape! Too late!” Yang 'an drank hard, but didn't see it. When the darkness fell, Li Qingshan's face floated, not panicked, but smiled.

“Bang!” Li Qingshan clasped his hands together. Between millimeters, he clamped Feilong sword.

Yang An smiled sneerily. He borrowed his momentum before flying. He wanted to clamp his sword by force. It was delusional! The blade blade puncture, the rubbing room of the blade palm, actually makes a metal resonant thrill sound.

The tip of the sword is only three inches from Li Qingshan's throat. Yang 'an's face suddenly changed. The cold air of the shadow in the back of his head made him feel how wide a life and death crisis had been for many years.

“It's impossible!” It was his first thought.

His eyes were blind, but other sensations were still there. How could he not have noticed when someone was close behind him? How powerful is that light work? Is it a dark object?

If the lights were still on in the tavern, people would see that a little knife flew behind Yang An's head, really like a dark object. But if someone can open his eyes like Li Qingshan, he can see that this knife is in Xiao 'an's white, clean hands, just right.

Xiao 'an self-taught "Zhu Yan Bai Bone Road" and washed it daily with blood. Now that he is not afraid of this level of blood, he can really get close to the side of the master, but still lacks a suitable weapon.

If you use an ordinary hunting knife again, with the strength of Yang 'an, even though it is not a horizontal exercise, your body strength will also fly out of the knife shell, making it difficult to cause fatal damage.

But now it's different, the Spiritual Knife is in Xiao 'an's hands, not just the waste, but the weapon of the assassination.

Li Qingshan was used as bait, precisely to lure Yang An here. He and Xiao An did not prepare in advance, let alone communicate a word, have extreme trust, and Xiao An certainly did not disappoint him, the cooperation was excellent to the point,

Yang An Zhi is also amazing. Between millimeters, he lowered his head to avoid it, and the blade almost slipped over with a scratch on his scalp. He was shocked. As long as he continued his efforts and killed Li Qingshan, he could handle the darker master behind him.

The knife turned sharply and stabbed down.

It's not a darker!

Yang 'an's brain suddenly became confused, because he had not yet felt the back, a little lively breath, a cool air in his heart, regardless, to withdraw the sword back to defense.

Li Qingshan's palms grabbed Ken Feng dead. Hey, smile. It's easy to stab, but it must have been your head that got stabbed first. Want to take it out? Then forget it!

The sword is in man, and probably every swordsman has been taught a lesson, not to mention the sword inherited from his ancestors.

The sword remained in Li Qingshan's hands, but the man flew out in an extremely floating manner, but the man could no longer float, the beard distributed, extremely wolf.

And all of this happened only in the blink of an eye, coming from Yang 'an's sword wave, forcing Li Qingshan to the wall, and then going back to being assassinated, it didn't take long to breathe.

The gentlemen panicked and failed to react. Only Liu Hong smoked his nose and smelled a bloody smell. Your heart is full of shock. Is Yang Ann hurt? How did this kid hurt him?

At the last moment, Yang 'an decisively abandoned his sword, but also paid a heavy price. Xiao 'an still pulled out a foot or so of wound behind his back with a psychic knife, and the blood drained down.

Li Qingshan had some admiration for his decision. For the first time, he realized the emotions described in the book. Although he was an enemy of life and death, he wanted to put the other party to death at all costs, but in the fight, he would still be shocked by the skill displayed by the enemy.

But in battle, of course, he will not be entwined by this emotion, or by everything, right or wrong, and if he ends his death, it is only right that he should kill the other party at all costs.

The wine upstairs was dark, slightly some of the lights penetrated through the window, Yang An's eyes opened, trying to adapt to this dark, a dark shadow appeared, the storm swept in, the hidden seemed to be raging.