Legend of the Great Saint

If Li Qingshan only had to deal with this golden light rain, he had some certainty, but with the dragon snail's thoughtful mind, how could he be given such an opportunity without any hesitation?

Clamp on both sides to stifle his last line of life.

Li Qingshan's heart calmed down, as if it were a sea, but there were no waves.

In that instant, he seemed to see the trajectory of every spike, although it was just a feeling of momentary passing, the invisible sword of phantom water in his right hand, had poured towards the sky, waving away, the sword body reflected the silver moonlight, flashing and hidden.

At the same time, his left hand slammed toward the fluttering dragon snail, tidal, cloud draining, breathtaking, real qi, stacked on the palm, but did not trigger, until the moment the dragon snail approached, it turned into a cloud draining tsunami.

However, if it was normal time, his swordsmanship might be useful. If faced with the ordinary demon general, he should be able to build merit.

But what he is now facing is the ambush of the demonic general. With the careful character of the dragon snail, he dared to ambush him with only one demon general, with absolute confidence and certainty.

Tinker Bell crisp two times, Li Qingshan slowed down the number of swords, hit only two spikes to his head, but his chest, abdomen, hands and feet were injured simultaneously, seven or eight more blood holes, one of which was in the heart position.

A loud bang, the dragon snail scorned Li Qingshan, the incredible power, and the immense demon, directly smashed the tsunami, and Li Qingshan sprayed blood out.

Li Qingshan fell from the sky, just like those musician disciples.

Dragon snail is very confident, his hand has smashed Li Qingshan's five dirty six hearts, not to mention heart damage, he is sure to die.

But just in case, he will bow to the hedgehog demon, the hedgehog demon will rush towards Li Qingshan impatiently to taste the taste of the human monks.

Li Qingshan's eyes suddenly flashed through a splendor. At some point, he twisted a red character, burned it, turned it into flying ash, a piece of spiritual light, and surrounded Li Qingshan.

The hedgehog spells an empty, blinking kung fu, the Li Qingshan people have been ten miles away, leaving a flowing trajectory in the night sky.

“It's a good thing there's an armor charm, or else there's this old thing's way! ”

Li Qingshan felt that the speed of spiritual energy operation had returned to normal. Whatever the genius of the dragon snail, it was obvious that it could not cover such a distance. He immediately carried the wave without hesitation and flew towards the distance.

Armor symbols are among the many types of symbols, which are more precious. At the very least, only red symbols can have such symbols. When in a state of despair, it seems like there is an extra life.

Li Qingshan used the lowest armor charm, he could only fly ten miles, and because he didn't know how to do it, he had a lot of constraints. This flying can only be ten miles, no more feet, no less inches. Fly only to the point of view, and there can be no obstruction in the middle.

All kinds of requirements, let this armor actually have some chicken ribs, not only can not be used in a closed environment, but in their realm, the distance of ten miles is not really far, breathing kung fu can arrive.

Especially in that case, if used directly, I'm afraid that just pulling out the charm will be interrupted. Even if it is applied, under the cover of the dragon snail's strange magic, it will probably be incredible slowly, giving it time to react.

“How can he move freely after being so badly wounded?” The dragon snail's face changed and a little anger flashed in his eyes. He went straight after Li Qingshan.

Li Qingshan put his heart down, the dragon snail speed is not fast, not to say bigger than the blood shadow, but bigger than the strong stone, but a little faster than him, the distance between the two rapidly closes.

“There's no need to really catch up with him, just put him within the realm of the Divine Spirit.” The dragon snail closed its eyes, and the god was like an invisible mesh covered open, caged ahead of Li Qingshan.

Li Qingshan also thought of that point. How could he let the dragon snail say what he wanted? As soon as the "Book of Swords of the Sketch" unfolded, it was another ink sword that flew out, and the spell was carried out successively. First, a water screen was laid, and then a cloud giant was summoned to stop behind him. Finally, a smooth note was photographed on himself.

The dragon snail swallowed the ink sword, smashed the water curtain with one hand, and pierced the cloud giant directly. It only slowed three times, almost at no loss.

Looking at Li Qingshan, he has taken a fast wind and flew farther away at a faster speed, pulling the distance away again.

The dragon snail stopped and gave up pursuit.

This is not far from the city of Qinghe. At this point, the ambush is considered a failure, and it is not good to follow.

The dragon snail breath went away and disappeared. Li Qingshan descended from the sky. He sat on his knees and regained his spiritual energy.

Several blood holes have healed, leaving only faint traces, and the heart is beating again. With his powerful vitality, many of them are no longer important, just protect your head.

I'm still not strong enough, otherwise change the demon body directly, kill this one, how can it be so troublesome?

No, if I were stronger, I'd go straight to Rose, and I'd be handsome, wouldn't I?

Looking up, the brilliant Qing River Palace was just ahead of us. At this time, the sky in the distance flashed for a moment, and it took a while before a faint thunderbolt sounded into the ear.

“A loud thunder, this thunder, afraid that it is nearly a thousand miles away, definitely not ordinary thunder, just afraid that even my Turtle Xuan Jia will not be able to easily resist. ”

Li Qingshan sighed in his heart. The strong in the world were born, and countless people were tall. This was only in the small Qinghe Mansion, confined to the foundational level.

If this chess game ends, the war expands, the handsome demon king is rampant, Jin Danyuan's baby is walking around, his demon will be in the realm, and it's nothing. If you encounter any one, it's a fatal thing. Just the name of Songtao Academy is a big trouble.

After experiencing the crisis tonight, he became more and more eager to enhance his power and realm, and must break through the quadruple bull demons and tiger demons as soon as possible.

Dressed in new clothes, he walked to Qinghe Fucheng.

……

The dead wood in the hands of Dirt Daoist Zhou is naturally not an ordinary dead branch, but a real magic apparatus.

In the past, he traveled outside, encountered a ten-year-old iron tree that was almost refined, and was bombarded by the sky thunder. Only this small piece of thunder struck the tree, and after decades of refining it into a manipulator called "Thunderbolt”, which was extremely powerful.

Zhou Tong cultivated the "Kamikaze Thunder Tip" to motivate this Thunder Thunder Thunder Thunder, the destructive power is not even comparable to some magic treasures. His insolence, or influenced by this ruling, is also his own insolence.

Only the original position of the blood shadow was seen, turned into a large pit, as wide as ten feet, affecting the houses on both sides of the building.

This power looks ordinary, Li Qingshan can do it at will, but the thunder force is no more powerful than other spells, and generally does not cause damage to earth and rock. This thunderbolt directly vaporized a hundred tons of earth rock, and the pit sparkled in the light of the moon, turning into crystals.

“Coward!” Zhou Tong's nose took a breath, or let this man escape.

At the final juncture, the cloak of the blood shadow rose and turned into a bloody skyscraper, resisting a lightning strike, bought a moment and took the opportunity to escape.

In fact, a real opponent, the victory and defeat have not yet been known, the blood shadow's ability to control the blood, which poses a great threat to the monks, could have taken the opportunity to approach Zhoutong, but the blood shadow refused to take a slight risk, and fled directly.

There was nothing he could do to make Zhou Tong angry. He called himself the first man in the Qing Dynasty, but also slowed down the blood flow.

Zhou Tong's sword broke into thin air and threw down a pitch-black pool. He couldn't help but look back and sigh softly. He went.

All the lights went out.

In a study, all the porcelain is shattered to pieces. The writer lay on the table and was still picking out the lights to read at night. At this moment, he became angry. The blood gradually penetrated the book, the seven know-how bled and was directly shocked to death.

There's not a single living thing in the city, men, women, children, snakeworm ants.

Half of them died in the hands of the blood shadow, and half of them died in Zhoutong's ray.

If Zhou Tong dares not save his hand or his hand against an opponent like Blood Demon, and if he can't do everything in his power to take into account mortal life, then he is the one who dies.

Blood will also slaughter the city and continue to slaughter. So that's it, there's no other way.

Even if my heart doesn't think so, reality is as cold as iron, mortals like ants.

No more than a fairy fight. A mortal suffers.

……

In Qinghe Fucheng, the alliance of the Rain Tower has long ended, but the Rain Tower has been recruited as the main battalion against the demons, demonstrating its determination to protect the millions of living spirits in the city.

“Aoyama, another one!” “Good job, seniors!” “Daoyou is amazing! ”

The practitioners in the building exchanged with each other, and the noise was loud. When they saw Li Qingshan return, they greeted him with greetings.

The news that Li Qingshan had slaughtered another demon general has spread, as if the hero had returned.

During this time, he walked to Qinghe Province, saving the lives of many practitioners and connecting many good fortunes. However, he was only slightly overreacting and, in the eyes of some, somewhat arrogant.

In fact, Li Qingshan just doesn't want to go to people anymore and contaminate them with cause and effect. Though these words are only seen from Xiao 'an's Buddhist scriptures, now I feel that there is some sense. Now that I understand my path, my friends are good, and acquaintances are good, the less the better, the better, so as not to die and suffer.

Coming to the upper level of the cloud rain floor, Confucian soldiers and several other heads of household are there, as well as Pai Qingyu and some unfamiliar architectural brothers, facing a large map of the Qinghe Mansion, like what is being discussed.

Li Qingshan also had no time to greet him. Changqing Liu waved his hand at him for a moment and then lowered his head, pointing to a little point on the map: “I just got the news that Senior Zhou failed to kill the blood shadow and should be back soon. This is already the twelfth city, if not the blood demon wants to refine the blood drawn, the destruction must be bigger.” (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.)