Legend of the Great Saint

Fu Qingxiang revealed an incredible color. He did feel the change in Li Qingshan, but did not expect that in such a short time, he would become so powerful.

All the human monks, are staring at each other, Fu Qingxiang was carried across the Qinghe Mansion several times, the ruins of the illusion is powerful, can be said that no one knows, even though the stone demon blood demon encountered, only to retreat from the third house.

Who would have thought it would be broken by such a casual punch!

Breaking through Li Qingshan, not only has Li Qingshan increased many times, but also the genius of the bull demon has increased with it. Together, this punch is more than ten times as powerful as it used to be.

In the past, the opponent was almost ten times stronger. Even though he paid for the genius disciple of the Hidden Sword Palace, the heirs of the ten swords, some of them could not be eaten.

“The higher the realm of practice, the slower it improves, both human and monstrous, he goes the opposite way. It is incredible that every breakthrough has amazing progress in strength.” Gu Yanshadow exclaimed in his heart.

“This is what you call a must-win. I'm so disappointed. ”

Li Qingshan did not win the chase. He restrained the tiger demon's roaring killing intentions. He was somewhat disappointed.

“Sword trick! ”

Fu Qing suddenly caught his shape, waved his hand, the ruins sword flew up into the sky, turned into a little green light, like a shining star in the clear sky, the blue light flashed, the stars were transformed by 10,000.

Li Qingshan: “Green silk netting! ”

Ten thousand points of starlight, descending from the sky, pulling out ten thousand green lights, bending and bending, like a blue silk dancing. At first glance, there was no goal, no half sharp, but the sword net completely covered Li Qingshan, and there was no escape.

“It's finally kind of fun. ”

Li Qingshan slightly hooked the corner of his mouth and let the sword net cover him.

“North Moon, you are too careless, if you can tell the truth about the death of Elder Feilong, I can consider letting you go, otherwise I will read my mind, this blue silk sword net can cut you into pieces. ”

Fu Qingzheng Cold Road, he had long considered that the ruins of illusion could not trap this realm of demonic generals. For this battle, the Blue Silk Sword Network was specially practiced. Although there is no change in the mirage of the ruins, the heavens and the earth are sealed off, but if the enemy is trapped, it is still on it. Its swordsmanship is endless, and no matter how powerful it may be, it cannot escape.

“Run! ”

“What did you say? ”

“Otherwise I'll kill you. ”

“Fracture!” Fu Qingxian drank, the blue silk sword mesh contracted as it climbed, but not a drop of blood bled out, cut the sword of the jade, deeply strangled into Li Qingshan's skin, but could not cut off that thin skin.

Fu Qingzhen's face changed, his hand pinched the sword technique, pointing to the heavens: “Sick! ”

The ruined sword is like a meteor crash, dragging a long blue arc.

“Break!” Li Qingshan's body shook, the green silk dimension broke, the blood came out, a knife chopped on the ruined sword.

The light of the ruined sword was gloomy, he was struck out from afar, and his face was slightly white. He joined the ruined swordsman's sword, and his heart and mind would be damaged.

Urgently summoning the ruined sword, he suddenly saw the red shadow flashing. He could not think, flew away, and the lights of the sword swept past his eyes before the mountain peak was erected. He was split apart by a knife and collapsed towards both sides.

“Bad, I didn't expect his power to be so great, the Blue Silk Sword Network is such a mess. Today, the separation of human swords is my weakest moment, if he persists in pursuit of poverty, it is dangerous. ”

“Hold your sword tight! ”

What worried Pay Qingxuan did not happen, Li Qingshan, after chopping the knife, hovered in the air, so quietly stared at him, waiting for him to retrieve the ruined sword.

“You will pay for your arrogance! ”

The ruined sword flew back to his side and felt a deep shame when he grabbed it.

“I'll wait.” Li Qingshan carried the knife on his shoulder at will.

Fu Qingzhen closed his eyes, the ruins sword slightly trembled, his face restored calm, his body changed greatly, then opened his eyes, one pair of eyes has turned blue, the hidden appearance of the residual wall, scene in the ruins illusion.

“Ready?” Li Qingshan was impatient.

Fu Qingshan's figure flashed and disappeared into place. He came to Li Qingshan and waved his sword.

Li Qingshan was still a carefree knife cut off, the sword collided, so that he could be chopped on the cotton, so he couldn't help himself. The ruined sword trembles softly, completely dissolving the terrible power contained on the knife, and the tip of the sword trembles, such as spiritual snake vomiting, implying a tender killing technique.

“What a powerful sword. This is not the power of paying for the Green Spirit itself, but the spiritual inheritance left by the old ghosts on the Ruined Sword! Kenshin also dared to use it, it seems that Pai Kid was also forced to despair. Funny, absolute skill against absolute power, who can win?” Gu Yan Shadow was slightly surprised and wondered why things were happening.

The strength of the Sword Palace is that in each sword, the spiritual heritage of countless predecessors is left behind, as if there is a group of twelve hours of unceasing master, only to slowly dig, inherit the inheritance, naturally can become an extinct swordsman.

Famous swords such as the Ruins Sword, whose holders have survived three heavenly robberies to become powerful monks of the "Sword Baby”, are left in this ruins sword by their extraordinary swords.

Even if there is a shortcut, it can only be slowed down, not all of a sudden can accept this sword, and play superb sword art.

The only way is to "take the heart of the sword, take my heart”, let go of your own mind, let the idea of the ruined sword take over, the same as the ancestral spiritual attachment, accidentally lose your heart to become a sword slave, is the true taboo of the Hidden Sword Palace.

Li Qingshan got excited, his eyes sparkled with red light, the knife was like a flower, the layers of knife light blossomed, like a tiger, and he swallowed it up in the face.

Fu Qingzhen has no movement, the sword is not afraid of doubt, it will only play the ultimate swordsmanship in memory. Ignoring the knife light coming from the surface, a sword stabbed into the heavy knife light.

With a blast, the tip of the sword was on the blood knife, which seemed to pierce the throat of the tiger. The knife shrank and there were a few more sword marks on the blood knife. The sword flashed, sliding over Li Qingshan's shoulder, immediately a deep blood mark.

Li Qingshan laughed instead, and did not bring up the spirit turtle Xuan armor, swording the ruined sword, then severely chopped it down.

At this moment, Fu Qingxian has stabbed out three swords, as if to calculate all the reactions of Li Qingshan, one sword is harder than one sword to kill.

Li Qingshan opened his sword as if he had encountered Kexing. He was restrained everywhere by the ruined sword. Often the knife type was interrupted before it had been expanded. Despite his strength, every time he was paid to carry out a high-quality sword, four or two kilograms were allocated.

Hundreds of injuries in a flash, the smile is just bigger, this is the final fight I want!

No matter how many times he was wounded, his offense did not diminish by half and he became more aggressive.

Li Qingshan did not step back, danced the knife to the sword, and did not use any magic. But he didn't get the upper hand, he was traumatized a thousand times, but he didn't get the knife.

“Master, use the magic!” Nocturnal waves scorch loudly.

In the hearts of the human brothers, there is a flame of hope, and if it continues this way, there is still a chance of victory.

“It would be unwise to attack the length of an enemy with one's own short. Wait, he's gradually adapting to the swordsmanship.” Gu Yan suddenly discovered that he didn't think so. The ruined sword is getting harder and harder to hurt him, and his sword is getting closer and closer to Fu's body.

If he enters the Six Paths, he must be Ashuro the Infinite Killer!

Knife light sword shadow, stuffed between heaven and earth, two people from the sky battle to the ground, gradually blurred shape, only two colors left, continuous collision.

The gaze of all bystanders was firmly caught, forgetting to breathe.

The two suddenly separated, Li Qingshan's throat had an extra blood hole, but he laughed furiously and sounded a hundred miles away.

A tragic wound slipped from the left shoulder to the right waist, not flesh, but a little green light.

Take a thousand swords and let me be half mighty.

“If I continue like this, I will be devoured by the sword of the ruins!” Under the appearance of Fu Qing's indifference as a sword, a voice whispered in pain and flashed a struggle in his eyes.

But it was too late to realize, the sword has boiled, trance in love, a man in blue is looking at him indifferently, the face of the man in blue is blurred, there are many faces overlapping between the hidden visions, both men and women, holding a luminous ruined sword in his hand, but Fu's hand is empty.

Blood knife whistled, throwing out a hundred knives across the heavens and the earth, cut from Fu Qingxian's waist, the colour of struggle in his eyes, completely disappeared, he did not look at the injury between his waist, staring at Li Qingshan.

The wound healed instantly. Green light flashed and came to Li Qingshan. Ignoring the blood knife cut off by his head, a sword stabbed Li Qingshan in the eyebrow heart, all together belonged to the end of the erection. It is usually only when a sword is united that there is such speed.

Li Qingshan frowned and felt the mistake of paying Qingxian, his head flashed, leaving a blood mark on his cheek. Raising his hand and bombarding Fu Qing's face, but not like beating on the flesh and blood. Look carefully, Fu Qing's whole body is full of gold and iron.

“Now my enemy, is this the sword? That's boring. ”

The ruined sword came again. Li Qingshan raised his hand and grabbed it. His palms ached. He was pierced by the ruined sword. He grabbed the sword and threw it hard. Paying Qingshan seemed to stick to the handle of the sword, his ears, eyes, mouth and nose, and emitted Dao sword light.

Li Qingshan carried the spirit turtle Xuan armor, blocked the sword light, released a force of shock, shook the hand of Qingfu to hold the sword, finally separated from the sword, like a sucked soul, eyes closed to fall to the earth.

Li Qingshan held the trembling sword of ruins in his left hand, constantly exerting the power of shaking to prevent its glowing away. His right hand waved the blood knife and slashed it hard.

Boo!

The ruined sword screamed and a knife mark appeared on its body.

“Stop it!” Fu Qing woke up violently and lost his voice.

Boo!

Li Qingshan is another knife, precisely chopped on the knife marks, the knife marks become cracks. (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.)