Legend of the Great Saint

Spiritualism turns into thunderbolt, brightening the dark lobby in an instant, but failing to hide the two bright red spots.

Incandescent lightning strikes black and iron-like skin without leaving a trace.

Money took a step back every year and looked at the giant monster like a tower in front of him, revealing the colour of panic: “Demons... monsters! ”

While not feeling a hint of evil, that enormous, substantial sense of oppression remained firmly pressed against his chest, causing his breathing to slow down a bit.

There was chaos in his mind, and that seemingly average, weak, gas-filled teenager, how could there be such a change, totally beyond his imagination?

Li Qingshan stretched his body for a moment. The sharp horn on his head almost touched the beam of the house. He lowered his head and looked down at the money for a long time. “I told you, stop! Why don't you just listen to me? Hmm?”

Qian Yan shouted once a year, two hegging golden swords, turned into two golden lights, and stabbed Li Qingshan. Huge body, as if it became difficult to avoid such an attack, and Li Qingshan had no intention of avoiding.

Before he touched Li Qingshan's skin, he hit the shield in the form of a tortoise armor. He was attacked by demonic air and turned directly into powder, which could no longer be agglomerated.

Money extends instinctively to the hundred bags, where there is a life-saving spirit charm, there is a potion that can be used to turn the plate, and the hundred bags is the second life of the gas refiner.

An iron pole-like index finger popped out sharp sharp sharp claws like a machete, stirring sharp noises, parked in front of Qian Yannian's forehead, his movements were stiff, he dared not move, and his speed was so fast that he could not react.

If Li Qingshan wanted to kill him, Li Qingshan had already pierced his head and taken his life.

Qian Yannian shuddered: “I can give you anything you want, don't kill me! ”

Li Qingshan pulled a hundred treasure bags from Qian Yannian's hand, clamped between his fingers, and twisted a toy little wind knife.

Money floats on his face, delightful, fearful and complex, and then collapses like a mask.

Li Qingshan did not hesitate to take a knife through Qian's chest, which is not a fatal injury for a five-story gas refiner, but it is also enough to make him lose most of his fighting power, especially for a centenarian.

Qian Yannian opened his eyes and opened his mouth to say something.

Li Qingshan's index finger snapped and bounced like a siege crossbow, smashing the money's jaw for years.

Then Li Qingshan pulled out the wind knife and took a few steps back. His figure gradually shrank. Finally, he regained his figure. "Now let's continue! Attention, I'm going to kill him! ”

He was deprived of his hundred bags, lost two more hegging swords, and was stabbed in the chest. The money was like being pulled out of his paw teeth for years. He was severely injured by a beast and had a pointless roar in his mouth.

As if it was impossible to escape, Qian Yannian forcibly sealed the wound with his true qi. He encouraged all his true qi and poured towards Li Qingshan.

Unknown, the wind swept in, and the money appeared in a pale golden glow.

Li Qingshan broke his sword with all his might. The money did not shrink. His hands condensed a pale gold gas blade, while stabbing Li Qingshan under his ribs.

A golden iron empathy, containing Li Qingshan's true qi and a giant wind knife, will break Qianyan's long-lasting body, Jin Jin Qi, leaving a blood mark on his shoulder.

Li Qingshan also ignored, the wind knife swept, then cut Qian's neck for years, another golden iron symphony, two stings under his ribs.

Qian Yannian's knife easily penetrated Xuan wolf clothing and Li Qingshan's bodyguard, but not through Li Qingshan's tough Nippon cowhide skin.

A series of heavy rains, in a narrow space, the two of them did not step back, did not flash, and attacked each other dozens of moves.

Li Qingshan's black wolf clothes have become unbearable. Qian Yan is also covered in blood marks. The wounds on his chest are constantly exuding blood.

Qian Yannian's eyes were red and he was mad. In the end, he held Li Qingshan and hit the temple pillar.

Knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock

Li Qingshan was covered in gray soil and appeared to be very lukewarm, but in his eyes, he was always as calm as water. Such a frenzied attack would certainly not hurt him, and the effect of such an astonishing battle was exactly what he wanted.

A five-tier gas refiner who knew he was going to die and made a struggle for the troubled beast, was stubborn beyond Li Qingshan's imagination, and even in the case of serious injury, played an amazing fighting power.

Li Qingshan found that the strength of the second layer of refining gas alone, even if the body is strong, is hard to beat.

In the fierce bombardment, Li Qingshan had little power to fight back. Finally, he was struck firmly in the chest with a fist. He did not control his shape, and let his body fly 100 feet away. He fell heavily on the platform. Don't forget to say: "Wow! ”

This act, of course, has a purpose. He wants to kill money brightly and righteously for many years, but he must not kill in a second, deliberately make a noise to clear the relationship with the death of Zhao Liangqing in Yunyu Tower, and hide his demon identity.

It is not insignificant to be able to show weakness to potential enemies, to paralyze their nerves, and to confuse other potential enemies so that they are not in a hurry to attack themselves and give them more time to grow.

But Li Qingshan didn't have time to be proud of his own director's play. He saw the scenery around him and showed his dismay.

Heavy bloody smells covered the entire platform, wet blood dried up and dark, thousands of corpses, men and women, adults and children, full of platforms and mountain lanes, people who had never seen it, could never imagine what a tragic sight it was.

Those are countless hands and feet, countless twisted faces, and eyes that cannot be meditated upon. Li Qingshan made a “life and death struggle" in the hall and Qian Yannian. He had no time to take care of the shouting outside the hall. He was almost deaf. At this time, even though he had killed many people himself, he thought he was accustomed to blood and death, and felt a strong shock.

Who the hell did what?

The moon came out of the clouds, and the moonlight coated everything with silver cream, silent as death. Not a single bug sang the frog, as if nature's creatures were also horrified and afraid to disturb them.

And the fighter who started all this, Qian Yungxun, is carrying a split puncture, sending the body in a pile, still moaning, and the breathing survivor, all to hell.

Qian Yonghui struggled to retreat: “No, Yonghui, we have no vengeance!” He was the first to be caught up in the bloody tide, but with the strength of a peak of refining gas, he survived, but his true strength was exhausted, he was wounded in many places, and he had little strength.

Qian Yongqi said: "Four years ago, on August 15th, you called me a slut!” Split the water into the head of Qian Yunghui without mercy.

Qian Yannian chased out of the hall, saw this scene, when it was settled, the mind regained a line of sobriety, Qian family, that's it?

Qian Yongyung turned around and looked at Qian for years. There was no fear on his face. Instead, he said with great pleasure: "Haha, Grandpa, did you see that? Your children and grandchildren are dead! ”

With a howl, Qian Yannian fell into a deeper madness. Despite Li Qingshan, Qian Jungxuan jumped.

Li Qingshan gripped a wind knife filled with gaps, but didn't cut it out. The woman was harsh and volatile. She was repeatedly unfavourable to him. How could he save her again?

Watching Qian Yan jump, Qian Yongzheng touched out three firefighters and turned them into fireballs to hit Qian Yan for years.

Bombing, three explosions, flames rising, the air waves causing mutilations.

But Qian Yongxue was not happy yet, so he saw that Qian Yanxing had broken through the flames, and his sparse hair was all roasted, full of traces of burning, but he still came at her with a fireworks, despite everything.

Qian Yongzheng's face finally showed a little fear, but did not escape. He shook the water split in his hand and pierced a blue light, stabbing Qian for years.

Suddenly a lush green vine grew out of the ground, like a snake entwined with money for years, his body burst with genuine hegging gold, tearing off the green vine, but it was also blocked, the blue light penetrated the chest, that book was stabbed by Li Qingshan, blood gushed out, can no longer stop.

Qian Yannian took a few more steps forward, growing more blue vines at his feet, wrapping his group around him, like a moth deep in the web, struggling more and more powerless.

Flying back sometime, with a curse in his right hand in his chest, he stared at Qian Yannian, and those blue vines were his spells.

Li Qingshan only knows that the practice of flying is not "innate condensation", which is probably the work of Qingdong Mountain!

Qian Yung Yung did not seem to have expected this blow to be effective. He floated with madness in his face, but did not rush to make up for the knife. Instead, he cautiously retreated a dozen steps: “Grandpa, your wife, your concubine and children, they are all here, see? Right at your feet, geez, you kicked your concubine's head off. But it doesn't matter, and the traitors who betrayed the Qian family, I also killed them for you. How about that, Qian family's mercy, I'll report it! ”

Qian Yannian shouted, but in the fierce battle with Li Qingshan, he had long been close to running out of oil. That flurry was his last remaining strength. He hung himself with a deep breath of truth and stared dead at Qian Jungxuan, as if to dig a piece of meat from her.

But Qian Jung-yin was just a laughing flop and said: “Remember you promised me before to be the head of Qian's family, of course, I know you lied to me, how could you let an outsider or a woman be the head of the household, but now, no one else can inherit the position of head of the family but me. ”

She looked angry again: “But now that the Qian family is gone, the owner has no taste, so give it back to you, the first and last owner of the Qian family. ”

Qian Yongzhi said every word like a sword, the hole penetrated the money to make him tremble all year, but was smashed chin, couldn't say a word, raised his head out a breath of blood, then completely swallowed by the green vine.

PS: I feel so weak today, it's just one outbreak. As for it, it's so weak, I still have to adjust my habits! However, the chapters are still quite painful. I am still dark in my bones and I love revenge. Once again, thank you for the monthly ticket you voted yesterday. It gave me a good vibration. Just to be quiet, are there any trees today? I assure you, when we recover from our weakness, we will explode! (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote on recommendations, monthly tickets (qidian.com), and your support is my biggest motivation.)