Legend of the Great Saint

Like a bronze mountain in the shape of a furnace, it bursts into the sky like a fiercely erupting volcano. The ruins turned into ashes in the light and flew to the sky. All artificial traces were erased in the moment and condensed into a layer of crystallization.

Li Qingshan cast his gaze into the rolling smoke, Fu Qingxiang and the future could be gone. The ruined sword fingered the sky and stood in front of Fu Qingxiang. On one side, the blue clothes floated and the silk danced, but on the other side, it turned into the fluorescence of the star dots, and scattered and gathered.

At the last moment, he carried out the illusion of the ruins, even though concentrated by the beam, just scattered a little bit of fluorescence.

“Keep firing!” Li Qingshan shouted, the ruins sword is even stronger, the power is not endless, seemingly invincible is just not pushed to the ultimate, he will come to explore the ultimate of the ruins sword, not to fail this gifted opportunity.

The sun fell like rain, poured on the top of Copper Ding Mountain, the sound of the rumbling sounds shocked hundreds of miles, the mountain peak was cut off by a layer, the body of Fu Qing's constant diffusion converged, the look remained calm.

So long enough for a minute, Fu Qing frowned, the ruined sword in his hand slightly trembled, I didn't expect to be cautious, I fell into such a difficult situation, North Moon, I underestimated you.

He bit the tip of his tongue, a bite of blood sprayed on the ruined sword, the sword body green light amplified, human sword in one, turned into a green light straight into the sky.

“Now!” Li Qingshan's eyes lit up. He had been waiting for a long time. He suddenly opened Fengshen's wings, and with a blood knife, he wielded a matching knife and cut off the green light.

Fu Qing did not laugh angrily, the ruins sword opened a round of green light, the abandoned palace city pool, unfolded in the middle of the air. In the trance, Li Qingshan again fell into the ruins of illusion.

Night tassels and night currents tread through the sky, and immediately after that, the soldier's blade in his hand stands still, waves towards the blue, but falls into the sky. They penetrated directly through the blue light, stunned, and the ruins of the illusion were like mirages in the sky, hopeless.

Fu Qingyun's ghost: “With 10,000 people, you can only face me alone. Are you ready? North Moon.”

At this time, many of the founding brothers who came to the rescue arrived to see the fierce appearance of Copper Ding Mountain and looked to the illusion in the sky, not knowing what to do for a while.

Night currents shouted: "Quickly, open the way to the ghost.” Although he has not fought with Qingyu, the Tibetan Sword Palace liaison made him also famous underground. He has fought with Strong Stone Blood several times, all of them took the upper hand. Although he failed to kill the two demons, every time he forced them back to the underground, he also took some injuries with him.

“No need.” Li Qingshan stared at the faint path of Fu Qingshan in front of him. This illusion of ruins is different from the Falun Front. It is all controlled by Fu Qingshan. Even if he barely entered, he would be excluded. “From now on, Commander Taksu will kill and injure the Monk Alliance Brothers to the fullest extent possible. ”

“Tassel Command.” Night tassels plundered the founding brothers who came to the rescue, and the rest of the night travellers followed them, halfway into the sky, blended into darkness and disappeared.

The founding brothers' faces changed dramatically. Why have they ever seen so many hijacking-class night tourist assassins appear together?

“Sword like a mountain!” A middle-aged monk in a robe with a long sword behind her sheath illuminates the shadow of a heavy sword and circles herself like a sword mountain. If it's against a few night tourists, it's defensive enough, and night tourists aren't good at aggressive head-on, but at this point he's fighting dozens of the strongest night tourist assassins.

Soldier pong, a series of weapons collision sound, night traveler assassins flashed like ghosts, will return like a mountain sword.

The middle-aged brother-in-law was terrified, and a thunderbolt was removed from his hundred sachets and sprinkled all over the place. A burst of explosion cut off the night traveler's offense, and he rushed off with his sword.

The night wave hummed cold, abandoned the sword with a bow, opened like a full moon, between the fingers had become a black arrow. Behind her, a dozen nocturnal assassins are also common moves, and in the nocturnal clan, arrow technique has been a must since childhood.

A black arrow rain penetrated the smoke of the explosion, sliding silently across a black trajectory.

The middle-aged brothers shouted to the backs of the other founding brothers: "Daoist help me! ”

The other founding brothers, with the idea of not dying in the middle of nowhere, did not go back far. Fighting dozens of dozens of night travelers, they haven't gone mad yet.

The middle-aged monk struggled to block several long arrows, and the robe on his body stirred up. It was also an extremely rare and exquisite amulet, helping him to resist seventy-eight arrows. If you fight alone, you almost stand undefeated, but in absolute quantity difference, the robe has no time to recover strength, the instant one is torn through by arrow rain, shooting the middle-aged monk into a wasp nest and falling from the sky.

And his “friends” could not escape easily. The six mothers went to block their way. The speed was precisely their advantage. There were not many opportunities to kill the founding brothers so easily.

“You think this will disturb my mind.” Fu Qingxian said, constantly borrowing the illusion of the ruins to restore the power just lost.

“I never thought about disturbing your mind. How come you didn't think of this scene?” Li Qingshan stall did not actively attack, and spared the interest to chat with Fu Qingqing.

He was never a bullshitter, and he was abhorred by the stupid thing of taking an absolute advantage, saying a bullshit, pretending to look like it, and then being turned over by his opponent.

On the contrary, after seeing the speed at which the Green Sword was only paid, he understood that he did not care about the "advantage”. Now, even if he fought his old life and paid for 300 rounds of the Green War, he could not stop the Green Sword.

Reaching their realm, one-on-one, is mostly the case, winning and losing easily, living and dying.

For Li Qingshan, there was no point in winning a fight, so he deliberately gave Qingshan hope to kill himself, only to drag him here. His helpers, they're on their way.

Upon seeing Fu Qingshan, Li Qingshan realized that this was a great opportunity for the demon alliance to be seriously injured. He began to act positively underneath the ground. The help he sought was not Xiao An.

In the underground cave, the blood stared cold at Li Qingshan: “How dare you come to my land? ”

“Fu Qingxian is in Bronze Ding Mountain. He is confronting my honor. If you want revenge, come!” Li Qingshan opens his mouth, the strange speed of the blood shadow, so that he can decorate the payment of Qingshan and cut off his chance of survival.

“Are you serious?” The look of the blood shadow changed. His hatred of Li Qingshan did nothing less than pay Qingshan, both of whom equally humiliated him.

“Believe it or not.” Li Qingshan turned around and walked away. The blood flashed in front of him: “Where are you going? ”

“Of course, find the strong stone, the dragon snail, and, by the way, the spider queen. I want to tell her that the opportunity to fight back is here. ”

Li Qingshan flew around the blood shadow, he didn't understand the tactical strategy, but suddenly found himself grabbing a good card and wanted to win a big head.

War is not a game that can be won by conspiracy. The so-called operation is far less subtle than what is described in this novel. It is always full of variables, and a coincidence can change the course of war.

And what really determines victory remains the strength of both sides. At least at this moment, the united Night Travellers are more powerful than the devil alliances of the different minds.

All of this, Fu Qingxun just turned his mind and thought through it. For Li Qingshan's purpose, he guessed a few points. But he was still calm as water and smiled: “I know what you think, but even if the Blood Demon and Stone Demon arrive, you can't kill me. ”

“Try it.” Li Qingshan sat on a mossy staircase: “I hope your men are as strong as you, you are only arrogant with a sword. ”

Deep down, Strong Stone laughed: "You want me to help you? ”

“No, I advise you to take advantage of the opportunity to attack the other Gatekeepers. This is the best time.” Li Qingshan turned around and walked away. Strong stone couldn't keep up with the speed of paying the Emperor's sword. I'm afraid the power of killing the stone won't do much, but it would be better to attack the Gateway.

Fu Qingzhen was right, the certainty of having to kill did not exist from the beginning, but he could at least destroy the Demon League.

“Is it not only you who are born different, good and false, but also you who rely on you?” Fu Qing-Man came to sit on the broken wall on the right hand side of Li Qingshan and laughed: “A group of foundation monks is not as important as you think, I still care more about you than you think. In just a few years, from a monster, no, monster beast, to such a degree, it's amazing. ”

Li Qingshan frowned. "They are important to me.” Without this battle, without so many trophies, how can he be now?

“Was it with the dandruff the cat demon gave you? No, it's not enough, you should have other lucky encounters.” Pai Qingyu spoke to himself.

“Of course I am blessed.” Li Qingshan looked down unexpectedly. The founding brothers were like elks surrounded by wolves, gradually losing ground, and another one died.

“By the way, do you know who killed Elder Fai-lone?” Fu Qingxuan suddenly asked, caged in his sleeve, holding the corner of the cuckoo. He stayed here to figure this out, which is the most important thing for the Tibetan Sword Palace, only to prepare for this question, it is precisely to attack it.

Of course, the enemy won't tell the truth, but there are horns, and he believes he can find out the truth.

Li Qingshan spoke openly, his heart changed, he did not answer, and even his eyes closed. Talking to such a person must not be careless.

The blue light flashed in Fu's eyes, smiling: “Well, I think I already know, you're not really good at covering up, that person is the source of all your power, right? ”

Li Qingshan opened his eyes suddenly: “What are you holding?” (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.)