Legend of the Great Saint

When the crossbow arrow broke into the air, it was no less powerful than the cracked rock bow. The "bell" penetrated the iron armor and stabbed into Li Qingshan's body. Li Qingshan's body suddenly became stiff.

Bear smiled at Wu Leng: “Even with you, it is cheap for you to die with me!” The dozens of powerful crossbows, which he took a lot of mindfulness to get, were also the real killers of his Black Wind Village, which he spent a great deal of time training.

He did too much evil. The other forces in Qingyang City regarded him as a nail in the eye. If he couldn't sleep without a little precaution, the dozen powerful crossbows attacked, even though he was a first-class expert, he could not escape death.

“And then what?” Li Qingshan, who was supposed to die, suddenly raised his head and asked, the crossbow was nailed to the iron armor, but failed to penetrate his fascia. He was also in cold sweat. Without this iron armor, his shock absorbed, his "cow demon skin” could not resist the vigorous crossbow laser. Forgive me, but it took him a while to slow down. The powerful bow was indeed the artifact of the master hunter.

“Protect the crossbowman and shoot again!” The two masters gave loud orders, the bandits surged, the crossbowmen hurried to change arrows, the crossbow strength was easy to use, but the speed was far short of the bow, so it was extremely fragile, but with such command, it was possible to maximize the killing power and command a group of bandits like the army.

“Horizontal sweep!” How could Li Qingshan be willing to be a target, admit the place with the largest number of bandits, carry the King's gun method, chariot straight past, gun power rolling, involve a dozen bandits, as if Black Dragon swallowed the prey, then spit out, is more than a dozen dead bodies.

With these people, how can you stop him?

Before a crossbowman could pull open the string, he was pierced in the chest by a big gun hole, and a hundred pounds of his body was picked up and killed by another crossbowman in the distance.

Li Qingshan man guns in one, left and right clash in the crowd, only unable to defend, knife gun sword trident fell on the body, immediately by iron armor bullet, can not hurt him in any way, while his big gun is thrown out, but it is through the chest broken skull, there are no injuries.

In a moment, he killed dozens of mountain thieves, and the crossbowman was also slaughtered by half. He stood up among the group of thieves, nailed more than a dozen crossbow arrows on his body, and was soaked in blood. A fiercely slaughtered atmosphere, the oil was still alive, and the scared mountain thieves broke their liver and gallbladder.

A bandit tried to sneak up from behind. He looked back and a red light flashed in his eyes. Before he could do it, the bandit's face suddenly turned iron blue and he was scared to death alive.

Bear's heartache rage toward Wu, even if won, will greatly damage his energy. The faces of other heads of household are also not very pretty. This Li Qingshan's martial arts is very high and can be said to be beyond their imagination.

"Don't worry, Li Qingshan is wearing a big gun through the iron armor. It seems impeccable and powerful, but it has to carry hundreds of kilograms of weight. Although the martial arts can't last long, just wait for him to get tired, and then recruit his lost men. ”

Masters compete, there is rarely any war for three days and three nights, even more than one tea, because the soldier is in danger of war, the inadvertent tactic is life and death, the warrior is to burst out his physical will in an instant, one drum to overwhelm the opponent.

Bear to Wuding's heart, he thought that even though he opened dozens of fissile bows with such weapons and equipment to slaughter, he could not support it for a while, and even if a man had great talent, once his strength was exhausted, he was the only one left to slaughter. This is the horror of the battlefield. Ants bite more dead elephants than they say.

But Li Qingshan not only seemed tired, but the more brave the Vietnam War, the gourd spirit he drank, the drug was amazing, the bear burned in his body, the power kept pouring out, the Hopper gun danced into a fictional shadow in his hand, the gun moved with people, the direct killing was smooth and bloody. And the Bull Demon Fist he practiced is not comparable to martial arts, and the bull is most commonly described as not strength, but endurance.

The more the bandits die, the more the corpses spread, nearly collapsed, the second head sweating: “What's going on? ”

The bigger the snow, the bigger the goose fur, landed on the earth and covered a thousand mountains.

Falling to Li Qingshan, he was immediately swept out by a fierce gunshot wind. A bandit was picked off and landed on the ground, staining a snow area into a red spot. The rest of the bandits never saw any more fierceness. Back off in panic, Li Qingshan will have a big gun in his hand, “What a snow! ”

The bear commanded Wu decisively: "Go!” Connect with the other heads of household, fly down together, and the bandits suddenly have a lot of morale.

Seven, when the hammer fell, the air whistled, and it had not yet fallen, it brought with it a furious, powerful, terrifying boldness. He was born strong enough to shoot a tiger bear.

Second Master said: "Don't touch him! ”

“Good to see you! ”

Li Qingshan put a trick on "Hopper carrying Ding”, and Hopper guns went up and down.

“Bell," a loud noise, the hammer collided, the hammer flew back upside down, smashed into the head of the Seven Heads, and the brain burst out.

On this occasion, three sections of flagella in the hands of the four masters smoked Li Qingshan's waist, the five masters made a ghost knife split behind Li Qingshan's back, but the two masters hid in the noise with a steel fan, the poisonous point to Li Qingshan's unprotected back brain.

Then the most dangerous is still the palm that the bear grabbed in the face of Wu.

Li Qingshan, with his cow demon skin and iron nail, was able to resist these attacks, but the impact would also make him suffer greatly. His body slowed down, and he accidentally made his way.

He finally understood why, when he said he wanted to flatten Blackwind Village, even an old river and lake like Liu Hong changed his face. I refuse to believe that the dangers are enormously unimaginable.

“Bull demon on the ground!” As soon as he moved, all his true qi poured to his right foot, treading heavily on the ground, within a one-length radius, triggered a small earthquake, the ground tortoise fell, and the seismic waves rolled in all directions.

Wudao is dedicated from the ground, the roots under his feet. As long as he does not build the immortal of the wind, he cannot leave the land under his feet. A few masters attack like wind, but his feet die on the ground.

Li Qingshan stepped down, their body instantly unstable, only felt a shock wave along the foot, dizziness and vomiting blood, and the offense on their hands was scattered and powerless. It fell on Li Qingshan. It was harder to work. Only the bear was the highest in martial arts, and the palm claw remained in power.

Li Qingshan laughed, his body suddenly retreated. He avoided the bear from grabbing Wu in front of him and hit the four heads behind him. At the same time, he stabbed the bear straight in the chest.

Four heads of household screamed and broke their skeletons and flew out. Bear twisted his hand toward Wu, temporarily avoiding Li Qingshan. This is like a dragon shot.

The power of the Five Households was weakest. At this time, Li Qingshan had not slowed down the gun lever. The scouts grabbed his head and banged it on the ground. "Bang” sounded like a watermelon cracking. All the red white flowed out. Then he retrieved the Hopper gun with his reverse hand. He walked in front of him and put out the "Hopper's Horizon” position.

In the blink of an eye, he broke the Black Wind Village offense and killed four heads of household. Third-class masters under his command are as vulnerable as naive children.

The rest of the bandits stayed as if they had been stereotyped. I had no idea that their villages were so fragile, as if they had been ravaged by them.

The bigger the snow, the more red the snow was stained with blood and frozen by heavy snow, forming a blend of red and white.

The promise of the Black Wind Village is coming true little by little! PS: Since many friends are responding too slowly, starting next week, it will improve the speed of updating, say nothing, work hard! ^_^