Legend of the Great Saint

Heavy fighting on Moon Lake shook the surrounding towns and villages.

Especially the boat-friendly fisherman suddenly felt his body fall straight down and ran out of the cabin in horror, but saw the lake suddenly drop by a foot, and at the heart of the lake, a giant palm of running water was rising up the sky.

“Grandpa Lake is angry! ”

The horror of fear was written on everyone's face. I don't know which one shouted. Everyone knelt down and prayed.

On the pebble bridge, not far from the shore of the lake, one is independent and green.

Pai Qingjuan pressed his sword with his hand, Zhang eyes staring: “Moon Demon, have you changed so much? ”

……

A few months ago, in late autumn, on Benevolent Island, on the shores of Lake Dragonsnake.

A lonely figure with a broken sword, sitting alone on the shore of a lake, with no illusions of ruins and no sagging of blue silk.

“That Pai Qingyu looks stupid!” Flowers came to Renxin Island to visit a hawk werewolf guard who was injured on a mission and saw Fu Qingyi's figure remotely.

Yu Zijian said: "Shh, reveal, keep your voice down, don't let him hear you. ”

The voice of the discourse was clear in his ear, but he stared at the edge of the ruined sword, broken, not just the sword, but all the connection with the outside world.

The League of Demons has become a thing of the past, and no one has come to visit.

The Tibetan Sword Palace has neither blame nor summons. Only the master has sent four words from far away: "Do as you please”. It is simple and simple, but it makes him think hard and cannot be solved.

His wounds were long gone, but he didn't know where to go, so he stayed and stayed in this foreign country, like a lonely soul.

“How do you fish if you don't have a line? ”

One step closer, a voice coming, is Yu Zijian, Pai Qingzhen did not turn back, nor did he answer.

Once believed by the ruined sword that the girl and him would have a deep affinity, now that the sword is broken, the edge is no longer alive, it is no more than an ordinary woman, maybe there is a gift inheriting the Purple Xiao Sword, but what does that matter to him?

Yu Zijian remembered his old self and sighed, but his gaze was unprecedented and distant and calm. He asked a question: “Is this sword really so important to you? ”

Silent as a rock,

“Purple Sword, let's go! ”

“Here it is!” Yu Zijian turned his head and confronted Qing Qing: “One person told me that things were difficult, that there was always something to choose from, and nothing was perfect. ”

Ordinary words, but like a line of spiritual light, through the tube from Pai Qing's mind, sword-held hands, slightly trembled. After Yu Zijian left, he used the only voice he could hear, muttering and whispering:

“Nothing is perfect, everything will return to the ruins! ”

Master's words haunt the ear again:

“Qingyu, you know the origin of this ruined sword. I have a senior in the Sword Palace, who was a king of the country. Of course, there was no great summer yet. The Kyushu still stands. In response to a threat from an enemy country, the predecessor went out to seek help, misled into fairy land, and was inherited by a fairy. With joy, he stayed until he left Immortal Realm, but discovered that decades had passed. ”

“Families and friends have all died, and the country has long been destroyed and ruined by the enemy. He wants revenge and hatred, but finds that the enemy has also long since perished in the war. His heart was infinite, and he incorporated this idea into the sword. This is the sword meaning of the ruins sword. The endless prosperity will be a ruin, covered by green moss...”

Fu Qingqing raised the sword of the ruins and said softly: “Can't you make an exception? ”

The next day, Fu Qingjuan left hundreds of sutras, he walked through every city destroyed in the war, imagined their past prosperity, he seemed to wash away the dust in front of him, the whole world changed.

Day after day, the ruined sword is still so broken, but a little bit of green light blends into it.

This time, not on a thousand ancient times, neither the sigh of his predecessors, nor the sighs of the ancient ruins of the sword lords, but he paid for his own understanding.

Not knowing how many city pools he had walked, he finally realized that the ruins sword was not broken. At that moment, the ruins sword suddenly glowed like never before, and he tranced to find himself standing in the ruins illusion again.

A figure stood beneath a collapsed palace wall in the distance, turning his head and smiling slightly.

He was a very dignified middle-aged man, who looked strange, but was extremely familiar with the look, the arrogant, and had appeared on his face countless times.

Fu Qing also laughed, smiling very refreshingly, like before he picked up the ruined sword.

Since then, of the ten swords in the Palace of the Swords of the Tibetan Sword, an additional sword has been broken.

Zhou Tong finally retrieved the Thunder Sword. He was closing and quietly repairing the cave, preparing to break through the realm of Jindan. Suddenly, he felt that the Falun Front was touching people, frowned and stepped out of the cave.

“Is that you?”

Zhou Tongxin had three points of fire. When he met someone, he rose to seven points: “Fu Qingyun, what are you doing here? ”

He opened his palm with a purple Dan medicine.

Zhoutong's fire disappeared: “This is Yuan Lingdan! ”

……

Faced with the huge palm caught, Zhoutong shrugged cold hum, thunder sword waved, fitted into an electric light, penetrated the huge palm, speed not at all under Li Qingshan waved wind god wings.

In the moment, the current water spreads and flows, from the inside to the outside, and the palms of the giant palms are bright, collapsing and disintegrating, like landslides.

“This bull's nose is hard to deal with after the ferry. ”

Li Qingshan stabilized himself, shocked, violet electricity scattered, a long breath of breath, and looked into the sky like Thor's Zhoutong.

Line-of-sight collision, like sparks flashing.

Zhoutong pulled an electric light and dived down. Lui Gung's phantom did not seem to keep up with his speed. Dragged behind him, it showed Zhou Tong's original appearance. The lightning wrapped around the Thunder Sword, so that the wooden sword did not look amazing, and it emitted extremely sharp electric light.

Li Qingshan stepped on a dragon and stood up. He held his fist tight, shook his strength, constantly converging, condescending, a circle of black cracks interwoven, as if he could tear the void as well.

His eartips suddenly moved and he waved his hand aside.

The two missed each other, the lights were straight and the dragon was broken.

Li Qingshan's chest, through a fist-sized hole, turned around and drank: “Again! ”

Turning around, though undamaged, his face was quite uneven: “Why!? ”

“Why what? You son of a bitch! Take your time! ”

On the Skylight Dragon ship, Changqing Liu said, “What's wrong with him? ”

“Look around Lunar Lake, the moon demon has just become distracted.” The way flowers praise, there is also an unspeakable astonishment, even a hint of admiration.

“Nothing seems to have changed, what score...” Changqing Liu followed the hand praised by the flowers and looked at it with great vision. He could not see anything different, his heart suddenly shocked and understood.

When the giant hand of Optimus was thunderbolted and collapsed, a huge pit was smashed on the moon court lake, causing huge waves of height to swoop in all directions. To be precise, it was no longer a wave, but a tsunami that would only occur at sea.

Fu Qingzhi's figure disappeared on the pebble bridge, stood at the lakeside pier, held a sword, wanted to cut off the sword, but saw the wave break in front of the sky, before putting down the ruined sword and looking to the sky.

In the mortal thanking the Lord of the Lake for his cheer, for a moment, Pay's face was a little tranced.

The towns and villages along the coast, which were supposed to be a mess, are now safe and sound. Obviously, the moon demon was distracted and manipulated during the confrontation before being penetrated by Zhou Tong's sword.

On the Skylight Dragon ship, everyone understood that there was an unspeakable taste in their faces.

“Why did you take my sword and you could have escaped? ”

Zhou Tong's feelings were undoubtedly deeper. He was not half proud of his heart. In the past, he fought with the Blood Shadow and struck a thunderbolt to kill a man in the city. Although his heart was a little uncomfortable, there would be no remorse in the great sense of demon demon killing.

But now, he fought for personal grievances, and Li Qingshan instead preferred to take his sword and save countless lives. It seems that each other's identities have turned upside down, and the words "exorcise demons” are no longer so righteous.

“I'd love to, cut the crap, we fought again, even if Grandpa gave you this sword! ”

At that moment, Li Qingshan heard countless shouts. In the face of the huge waves that came out of the sky, some people shouted “Grandpa Lake God help” or something, and some children and women cried, and once their hearts turned, they used the water god seal and scattered the huge waves.

He is not a saint, nor can he be distracted from the life and death of a mortal if his life is truly at stake. But if you just take a sword and save hundreds of thousands of lives, it's natural, and you don't feel like you've done anything good.

“That's it, you eat my sword, our vengeance is canceled! ”

Zhou Tong was silent, suddenly a long sigh, turned into a flash of electric light, the sword broke into the sky, and came to the ship: “Lord Liu, this battle is not beneficial, the water moon disc, I will find a way to make amends. ”

If he goes on fighting, Li Qingshan gets hurt again to take care of the people on the lake, he will really be ashamed of himself. Speaking of which, he didn't do what he wanted. The moon demon took over a piece of water and practiced with him. He, who built the Golden Dan Realm, has jumped out of the chessboard and no longer has to look at anyone's face. As for the faces at the top, ordinary people just don't want to see them.

“at the behest of his predecessor. ”

Changqing Liu arched his hand, then ordered the Skylight Dragon ship to turn its head and fly to the hundred Sutras. Almost everyone felt relieved. Li Qingshan's power was amazing. It was almost possible to fight Brother Kim Dan's Chamber, and occupy the land, I'm afraid Zhou Lian may not win, so this is not the best result.

From this day on, there will be no more monks in Qing River Mansion. They will have their brains blown out and think about starting a war with the Moon Demon.

“Somehow! ”

Li Qingshan touched his chin, demonic qi fluctuated, chest wounds healed quickly, compared to the post-Rose Spider War period, nothing.

Suddenly he felt a familiar breath, his eyes turned sharp, and he saw the blue figure on the lakeside pier:

“Fu Qingqing!” (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.)