Legend of the Great Saint

“It's the old golden chicken! ”

“What the hell happened in the hall? ”

The golden light illuminates the stunned face of every blue vine disciple.

Yu Nervous felt his sleep dissipated for a moment, couldn't help but retreat and could defeat the old golden chicken enemy, but his little gas refiner could not deal with it.

Looking around, the other disciples of Aotesan also performed the same way, and Aotesan was no more important than his own life.

A moment ago.

Thousands of holes of palace, moonlight permeating every void, silver blue brilliance intertwined, transforming this solemn palace into a world of strange land departure, but was immediately expelled by golden light.

A golden chicken from the sky, like a golden sun, brilliant.

In contrast, Li Qingshan's figure is so small, in the fierce glow, like a scissors, let alone his waving arm, like a thin dead wood, will be lit at any moment.

In the moment, fists hit the sun!

Two forces against each other, a ray of light, a wave of waves, flashing, turbulent.

The magnificent hall, which no longer has a complete pillar, sways in the fierce sword wind, yet at this moment it is hardly supported by the airflow and swells outward.

Li Qingshan's legs are deeply trapped, but there is an endless power, coming from the majestic Qingdong Mountain, coming from the vast earth, pouring into his body, pouring into his fist, towards the infinite release of the golden chicken.

The old golden chicken had a smile on his face and disappeared!

The next moment, the fist knocks off the sun!

Li Qingshan retracted his fist and laughed: “When I stand on the ground, you better not compete with me! ”

The power of the earth!

Derived from the new genius of the bull demon, as long as it is based on the earth, it can gain a constant source of divine help. Li Qingshan originally felt some chicken ribs, and now it seems to be working well.

When his eyes turned, he landed on the old man in a lonely grave. The pale dead man's face showed an obvious look of consternation, but not just because Li Qingshan shot off the old man in the front.

When the elderly golden chicken shouted together, he called the bronze corpse to clamp Li Qingshan together below, but no matter how he pushed the bronze ring on his wrist, the bronze corpse would be immobile, suddenly, the contact with him was interrupted, which made his soul fly out of the sky, whatever else, to the bronze corpse will flush away.

The silent bronze corpse will suddenly raise its head. In the moment, the lone old man created the illusion that it was not an eyeball, but two groups of burning flames, until it was discovered that it was not an illusion. The bronze corpse will have poured over his old master, revealing a small skeleton behind him, holding a white bone sword in his hand.

Since Li Qingshan said to use his full strength, then he really needs to use his full strength. Xiao An, his most important strength, is ten times more powerful than any talent.

The old man in the lonely tomb was shocked and immediately decided to flee and continue fighting. This life had to be abandoned here.

The black corpse rolled beneath his feet, holding him up, like a rocket in the air, at an astonishing speed, time to drop the anti-water bronze corpse under his feet, and when the eye was about to break through the roof, four wheel-sized skulls, blocked in front of his eyes, spit out the rolling corpse hematolitis.

Just came the darkness and moonlight in the palace, once again expelled by the fire, the palace shuddered like a dull old man, no longer able to bear its own weight, began to collapse and fall.

At this time, time seemed to slow down, and every slightly dusty floating posture was so clear in Li Qingshan's eyes. He didn't go to help Xiao An.

After surviving the heavenly robbery, her transforming power was not beneath him, and Zhu Yan White Bone Road was such a genius that she became stronger than her peers each time she walked up.

He cast his eyes back into the sky. The old golden chicken was completely scared by Li Qingshan's punch. He didn't even dare to circle. He opened his wings and flew to the clouds.

Li Qingshan let go of the knife handle, threw his hand away, exhaled slightly, tilted his shoulder back, fully extended his hand out, like throwing a lead ball towards the sky, but his feet did not mean to leave the ground at all, but rather tied deeper down.

Everything around him, compared to his movements, slows down like a still image.

Rolling demons poured into his arms, something was liberated, his long arm, rapidly turned to the color of black iron, swelling and stretching.

One, five, ten, open the thick fingers of the five pillars of the palace and grab the golden chicken running away from the sky.

“Where to run. ”

The elderly golden chicken was frightened, feeling tightened by a terrible force, nearly suffocated, and fell into the palace again. At this moment, the proportions, seemingly normal, arrogant cocks, were caught by human hands and sent to the kitchen, leaving nothing but panic.

All the disciples of Qingdong Mountain stared at each other, and all of this, was the scene of a nightmare, this huge claw, unimaginable, what kind of monster was hidden in this hall.

Though the hall is tall, I'm afraid it's very restrained for the monster!

The golden chicken was scratched by giant claws in the middle of the air, Li Qingshan's hands were restored to their original state, strangled the neck of the old golden chicken, severely smashed to the ground, and the golden chicken hair floated around.

Boom! The seismic waves radiated in all directions, accelerating the fall of the hall, and the rubble beams burst down.

"You can't kill me," exclaimed the old man. This is against the Alliance of Kings! It'll start a war! You have to die, too! Let me go! ”

Li Qingshan bowed down and smiled and whispered: “I also have a name called Bull Giant! ”

The pupils of the old golden chicken suddenly let loose, opened his mouth to say what, but lost this ability forever. Li Qingshan strangled his neck, not only broke his neck bone, but his neck was different and blood flowed.

At the same time, Xiao 'an's white bone sword has been worn through the eyebrows of the lonely old man. The pale dead face is filled with fear, just like many of the dead faces he has seen in the past.

The old man who lost the bronze corpse was the weakest of the three. Even Xiao An's sword could not resist it. The flames burst out and burned him out instantly.

The hall collapsed completely.

Qingdong Mountain disciple looked up, a man with a long knife, stood in the ruins, stepped on top of the peak, red hair in the mountain wind, the full moon hung behind him, blurred his appearance, cast a black scissors, but seemed more proud of the great shore than Qingdong Mountain under his feet.

The only thing that is clear is a pair of fiery, cold red eyes.

The ice knife rose high in his hand, and the moon flowed on the blade, killing the air, and seemed to dye the moon bright red as well.

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