Legend of the Great Saint

The second golden nail god, bigger and more powerful than the first golden nail god, was dressed in heavy armor and his arms were wide and round.

At first glance, like a sphere, an octagonal gold hammer in your hand, a size of a water tank, moving heavily on your feet like a battle drum, rushing towards a demon, like a roaring chariot, crushing everything in front of you.

Dozens of evil ghosts, spreading blood basin mouths, yelling loudly, slurping fangs, pulling a saliva, dropping on the ground, sounding like sulphuric acid, soaking up a white smoke.

The Golden Armor God circled his arms, the Golden Hammer buzzed, accelerated to the extreme, disengaged, turned into a golden meteor, flying against the twisted face of an evil ghost, another evil ghost disappeared, but more evil ghosts, from the side of the Golden Hammer that fell to the ground, rushed towards the unarmed Golden Armor God.

In an incredibly light posture, the Golden Armor God jumped suddenly, like a suddenly rising cloud, formerly in a pounding position, to the demons.

Knock, a heavy muffled noise, tremors, waves scattered.

The Golden Armor God directly crushed an evil ghost, but he was also caught in the siege of the herd.

The long-running golden nail god, descending from the sky, Jingo in his hand, slipped past a curved arc, overhead, throat, claw, chest, leaving a splash of blood all the way, and the five demons dissipated in mourning.

Immediately after the emptying, throw away the captured ghost claws and wait for the next opportunity.

This attack surrounded the impervious air, tearing a gap, the golden nail god on the ground, hit a roll, grabbed the hammer handle, stood up again, waved the golden hammer with his hands, and smashed his head into the face of the demon.

Bang, the brains burst, and the red smoke dissipated.

At this time, a demon jumped from behind, his mouth cracked straight to the root of his ear, his jaw widened to an incredible degree, sword-like teeth, biting hard on the neck armor of the Golden Armor God.

The teeth broke several times, but more teeth, in the corrosion sound, went deep inside.

The golden nail spins in place, trying to get rid of the attacker behind him, the golden hammer in his hand dances like a wind, smashing a bunch of ghosts like a mad dog, the golden nail on his body added a lot of wounds, but there is no way to take the ghost behind him.

The spinning golden armor gods in the sky only dare to slaughter evil ghosts on the periphery, and never dare to go deeper into the surroundings to rescue their companions. Otherwise, the first time, he would be caught by countless claws, tearing thin gold from his body.

At this point, a golden arrow the size of a spear spins through the evil man's eyes.

Leaving behind a golden trajectory that spirals with the air in an instant, the hole and the end of the trajectory are the third golden nail goddess, a long body, a backpack of arrows, and the bow strings of the golden bow in his hand are still trembling.

On the stands, everything screamed good, the screaming stopped, staring and watching these massive giants fight each other.

Who ever thought that a novelist who was ridiculed by them, a painter who only liked to paint beauties in legend, had such terrible power?

Every demon on this scene has the power to kill eight or even nine gas refiners, and that crazy momentum, even though the Korean iron coat is slightly frowned upon.

On the other hand, the three golden nail gods, under the precise control of Li Qingshan, kill the evil ghost and not let the wind fall.

This is no longer the kind of duel they've always seen, but a real fight. The grand martial arts, turned into a battlefield of bloody fights.

Chu Tianmei was stunned. After this period of painstaking repair, he made great progress. He was ready to fight Li Qingshan again, but was struck by the situation before him. His chances of winning did not increase slightly.

Han Qiongzhi held his fist, shouted well, breaking the silence, this is the man he loved!

Wang Park Zheng shook his head gently. I didn't expect even the novelist Famen to play this stage in his hands. He also deserves this girl Jong-ji. Lord Gu's eyes really deserve it!

The Han 'an Army, though silent, also showed satisfaction. His fighting talent, in small team combat, was fully extended and nearly perfectly controlled the battlefield.

Changqing Liu sighed softly, I'm afraid this is a hundred sutras, the most talented generation! Even Hana praised and Han Iron Clothes, the genius of the original ruler Gunlun, in front of them, is it no longer special, is the world going to be chaotic, so why is it so brilliant?

Liu Chuanfeng ignored the image of the owner, opened his arms and cheered loudly. After years of repression, the mind was released. Did you see that? That's the power of a novelist!

Once the master looked at Xiao 'an, he saw that there was no excitement and excitement in her face. As if he was certain that he would win, he held his cheek with only one hand. Among the tens of millions of people, Li Qingshan looked at him from time to time and gave her a smile, as if fighting in front of him was intense, and he could not distract his attention from her.

During this time, when she looked for him, she was a little less, and the master felt a little relieved, but now it seems that nothing has changed. Finally, there is an invisible line that connects them, so to speak!

For this gifted, self-styled sister-in-law, he really doesn't have any guiding confidence, I'm afraid the master saw this, so take her directly as a disciple, let it all be!

Li Qingshan's gaze crossed the battlefield.

Li Qingshan's smile remained unchanged. This battle was to bully Danqing, who had never played a real time strategic game. Of course, this scene and game were essentially different, but he was not the same as him in his previous life, but Li Qingshan, who was passing through hundreds of wars.

Yet Danqing was somewhat anxious. He clearly had a much stronger overall strength than Li Qingshan, but he could only watch the demon be slaughtered by one hand. He couldn't help himself.

“Danqing, calm down so you can see what's at stake!” The voice of the Master Dao enters the ears of the Qing Dynasty.

“At all?” Danqing saw the straw hat teenager at a glance, his heart was suddenly open, all this golden nail gods were born by him, as long as the teenager was defeated, everything naturally came to an end.

Qing Danqing waved, leaving all the demons, abandoned the Golden Armor God, turned into a wave of madness and rushed towards Mary Liang.

The three golden nail gods, with their delicate cooperation, killed more than twenty demons, but were unable to stop the wolf from running into the army of demons.

Li Qingshan closed his smile, did you finally notice? My biggest weakness!

Though the pen is good, Mary herself is an ordinary teenager and the most important medium, once he is crushed, the golden nail gods will disappear.

At that time, even if it could be regrouped, would Qing Danqing still give Malian the opportunity to paint? I'm afraid when they show up, they'll kill you and drain your willpower for nothing.

By then, the real victory was over.

What do we do, illuminate another defensive golden nail god with a shield? No, even if it can't be prevented, Mary will no longer have time to paint a new painting, and the hell map across the street, obviously not doing everything, will be dead.

For now, the only way to attack is to attack!

Mary suddenly lifted the brush, waving it in the void!

A black ink mark, stagnant in the air, the power in the great derivative, rapidly depleted.

At this time, a shadow covered Malian, countless claw teeth close to his eyes, red waves slapped Malian hard.

Compared to the ghosts, his figure was so tiny and pathetic, he turned to the ghosts without fear, as all the children had hoped, and drew the last one hard.

Ink marks in the sky, turned into a sword, scattered laser.

Compared to sword power, the ghosts also seem to slow down, watching as the sword penetrates their bodies.

The red wave stagnated for a moment and collapsed when it landed, turning into countless pieces, hitting Mary, but it spread in the air.

The cheer sounded, Li Qingshan Lang said: “Who is going to admit losing now? ”

Three golden nail gods, set up a position, in front of the "Hellfire" of Qian Danqing, come out one by one to kill one, see how many demons Qian Danqing can summon.

Qian Danqing held his fist tightly. Although in this "Hellfire", with all its length and endless intentions, it is not really able to call the demons to fight endlessly. Even if more demons are called, it is difficult to escape the consequences of being slaughtered.

“It's you!”

The Red Light of Hellfire lit up almost the entire martial arts field, the blood river in the painting suddenly began to flow slowly, the sea of fire suddenly began to burn.

“Bad!” Li Qingshan Road.

Hellfire suddenly emerged, the speed was so fast, suddenly swallowed up three golden nail gods, the golden nail quickly melted in the flame, blinked eyes, three golden nail gods, turned into a flying ash, walked the evil dust.

The air painted a wave of heat, distorted everything in the field, rolled the flame, and came to Li Qingshan in an invincible and nowhere to hide.

Just about to celebrate Liu Chuanfeng, suddenly changed his face, as if those hellfire, burned on him, which has transcended the means of a gas refiner.

The face of the Master Dao is red by the flames, Li Qingshan, look, this is the power of Bi Blood Danqing. Although you are a genius, the novelist has a disciple like you, it is indeed a rare luck, but compared to Danqing, you are still slightly worse.

Win or lose is scored!

For the first time, the Han 'an Army also stopped believing that Li Qingshan could win. This is already a gap in the realm, not a tactic or strategy to fill it.

Li Qingshan's surface was like water, his head turned sharply, and the fire burned in front of him. Even though it was too late to drive the painting of Ma Liang, what painting could stop this infinite fire?

At this time, Mary suddenly fell to the ground and, although not burned by fire, could not stand the high temperature of the flame.

Li Qingshan has been a practitioner for too long and has misjudged the tolerability of a mortal teenager. It is precisely the leakage of the house that leaks in the night rain.

Did you really win or lose? (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.)