Legend of the Great Saint

Feilong sword, although not one of the ten swords of the Hidden Sword Palace, is not far apart. Perhaps all that is missing is a powerful swordsman, letting his name pass on to the world, or just a vacancy in the ten swords to fill it.

When it comes to grade, the Feilong Sword is necessarily a treasure.

Fabao has no distinction for the quality of miscellaneous goods, because each item is unique and has its own different spirituality and power. Of course, Huo Yuan is more expensive than Feilong Sword, but if used for direct combat, Feilong Sword is more destructive after all.

The reason why Li Qingshan never opened the Sumiya ring to refine the Feilong Sword is that he didn't want the wind to cause the Sword Palace to be hidden, but now even the Dragon King of the Mo Hai has taken a death vengeance. It's nothing to have one more Sword Palace!

Though the Rebel Sword is different and can be constantly strengthened, and may one day become extremely powerful, it cannot be compared to this famous sword of Pharaoh, which has been inherited for thousands of years.

“Yue, what are we doing here? ”

The green path of incense flowers, as the cloud group drops, the cloud dream is infinitely spread, more and more vast and endless, even the chances of heavy incense purple, for a moment forgotten what is outside, reflecting waves in the eyes, a little green constantly expanding.

“Travel!” Li Qingshan smiled slightly.

Cloud dreams are covered with a layer of year-round smokeland, the breath is evaporating, the hot air is rolling, and it contains intense humidity.

An island in the lake, extraordinarily lush with grass and thick green piles, almost spills over the edge of the island, like a large flowerpot, a group of white water birds flying off the island, honking over the lake and into another island.

At sunset, beauty is like a landscape painting. No natural landscape area of previous life could be expected to have its back.

It's not wrong to say that tourism is a joke, but it's just a tour in this life.

The clouds scattered beneath the feet and stood in the heart of the island surrounded by giant trees, wooded forests and covered days. It's still dusk out there, it's late at night.

Li Qingshan photographed on a large tree with 10 people around him. The tree here is obviously much taller than the one in the incense market. It seems that because of the climate, the taller the trees to the south are. In the far south, it is said that hundreds of ancient trees can be seen everywhere, and hundreds of hundreds of hundreds of hundreds of them are also known as "trees and mountains”, which means that each tree is a mountain.

One of the tallest, naturally, is the Great Banyan King.

But the island is not peaceful either.

“Ho!”

There was a strange roar in the middle of the forest, and at that moment, thousands of birds rose in shock and circled the island.

Flower green and flower purple are trembling, and the island obviously has its owner and is not an ordinary demon beast.

“Are you warning me?” Li Qingshan smiled and flew to the place where the roar came from. "Yo, Kong! ”

A silver-backed gorilla looked furiously at the tiny figure on the branches and shook his fists at his chest, roaring and roaring!

The storm came with saliva, Li Qingshan smoked his nose, “You don't mind if I borrow your place for a while! ”

The demon's heart flashed and the demon's temper provoked.

Vajra shrank and fled to the other side of the island.

“Thanks! ”

Li Qingshan shook his hand with a smile and went back to Xianghua Purple Sisters. "I'm going to start practicing, you guys run and play! Don't forget to make up a good reason. How we escaped from Zilian Tank so hard and so hard along the way, we finally came to the main ark for help, Vanilla Purple, this matter is left to you! ”

When things were properly explained, Li Qingshan searched for a secluded melting hole and threw herself into Shuro Yard.

At the top of Mount Snow Mountain, the wind danced with red hair, and the magic rolled out and poured into the ring.

After a moment, the ring must be opened, showing a vast space. Li Qingshan couldn't even see what was inside.

A golden glow came out, the dragon barbs, straight into the sky.

Li Qingshan Pan stood up and looked up. He was not in a hurry to catch up.

Feilong sword flew to the clouds and suddenly hit an invisible barrier and was bounced back.

That is where the boundaries of Shuro Yard lie. Under the control of Li Qingshan, there is no such thing as a lawless treasure that can be broken!

The dragon bark became brighter and brighter, and the Feilong sword became a golden dragon, full of scales and claws, and a powerful wind.

Golden light swimmed rapidly, dragged out a golden arc, rammed straight through the Shura field, constantly had to be bounced back and never exited the door.

Looking back, the dragon stared at Li Qingshan above the top of the mountain below and seemed to realize that he was the problem.

“The sword has a spirit, it is true! ”

Li Qingshan made a long whistle, flew longitudinally, and the snow peak beneath his feet burst into pieces. People had already burst out over the clouds, punching at the Dragon Sword.

A famous sword is like a horse. It takes a strong man to tame it!

The Feilong sword suddenly turned into a golden light and lashed out to Li Qingshan.

Boom!

Golden Dragon flies out, spiritual, but losing the swordsman control, eventually is just a sword, how can you fight Li Qingshan bull demon.

“I was worried about breaking it. I didn't dare to shake it with bull demons. I didn't expect even its illusory Golden Dragon to fail. It's a good sword! ”

Li Qingshan laughed and praised, flying up, must refine Feilong Sword!

Feilong sword is also extremely fierce. Knowing that it is invincible, it still comes again. It is just a little more sad in the dragon bark, and the golden light emitted is even brighter.

In the Tibetan Sword Palace, a generation of disciples on the Tibetan Sword Feng searched for their own hit sword, seemed to be the chosen sword, in fact, the sword is the chosen one, to choose an heir that conforms to their own ideas, to let them pull out.

Li Qingshan wanted to leave it with no choice and forcibly become its owner.

It may not have the concept of dignity, but the will of the successive masters to remain in the sword is only four words - rather than bending!

Boom! Boom!

After three consecutive collisions, Li Qingshan did not step back, and three consecutive blasts of Feilong sword were ejected.

As the golden light dimmed, the illusioned dragons became much thinner and still had no intention of succumbing.

Li Qingshan frowned slightly. In this way, even if he can refine the Feilong sword, he will simultaneously grind away its spirituality and reduce its grade. It is a famous sword inherited from the generations of the Jianxiang Palace. Indeed, it is not easy for outsiders to dye their fingers.

Feilong once again opened his teeth and danced claws. Li Qingshan's body flashed. The probe grabbed the dragon horn and stepped over the faucet.

“Magic! ”

Li Qingshan suddenly turned into a handsome posture, with a wave surge on his curved face, showing his inner excitement.

“Demon Chain! ”

Dozens of black chains stretching out of the void, securely locking the Golden Dragon, tightening suddenly!

Golden Dragon screamed, turning back to three feet of blue.

Li Qingshan grabbed the handle of the dragon-shaped sword and still felt the sword tremble slightly in his hand. He refused to give in. He couldn't help but smile:

“Rigorously easy to fold, dripping stone to wear, then compare to patience! ”

Li Qingshan left Shuro Yard, and now Feilong Sword is completely suppressed and blocked by his power. Just like the effect placed in Sumiya ring, there is no need to worry about the tracking of the Sword Palace.

A dark, silent cave, a drop of water dripping from the tip of the bell milk stone, falling into the shallow water below.

Li Qingshan sat on his knees, his eyes closed, motionless, Feilong sword wrapped around the chain layer, crossed his knees.

In the vast and endless sea of knowledge, he constantly dreams of bull demons, demonic in his chest, solid rocks, and wants to kill.

At this time, a statue of a township demon appeared in the sea of knowledge. The unnamed demon obeyed the demon, but refused to submit to the magic, constantly fighting it.

Without the "put down the slaughter knife to stand as a Buddha”, with a tenacious will, he fought himself indefinitely. This spirit is hidden from the bull demon and the tiger demon.

Demonic hearts do not regret, we do not want to enlighten ourselves, but to hold the sharp blade and gaze at the bloodshed.

The mind of the demon shines a round of light, three feet outside the body, condensed, and sometimes turned into a war-torn tiger demon, sometimes into a top-tier bull demon, and finally into a demon figure, constantly changing the attitude of the demon statue of the town.

The stronger the Magic, the brighter the Magic Heart, the more powerful the Magic Book!

Unconsciously, Li Qingshan has practiced in a very different way than the non-angry monks, and even different from the idea of the creator of this kung fu.

Normally, having such a magical existence as the Bull Tiger Demon does not despise the Town Demon Picture at all, but only goes to the peak of the Demon Demon Demon, is destroyed by the Demon Demon Demon, or becomes a Demon Giant. Only the wise indulgence of the tortoise, Phoenix's Gao Jieshang, can neutralize and suppress such a strong magic, creating a slight possibility in the impossible!

Rolling magic follows the chain of town demons and wraps around the Feilong Sword.

If you can't harden it, then use your own will to infect it!

Just as in the case of rebellious teenagers, if they resort to hard means, they will only be subjected to more intense resistance, rather than slowness and acceptance of new logic.

Fu Qingzhen took the heart of the sword as his heart and eventually lost himself. After the sword broke, he found himself.

Li Qingshan wanted to make his heart a sword heart. If he succeeded, Feilong's sword spirituality would not only be lost, but it would be strengthened by receiving Li Qingshan's new master's powerful ideas.

It's just a lot harder than that. Can he really beat the heart of the sword that has been shaped by the past Feilong swordsmen?

Li Qingshan himself was not sure, there was really no way but to erase the spirit of Feilong Sword.

A few days later, he revealed his smile, opened his eyes and saw only a hint of magic penetrating the Feilong sword, leaving a little magic marks.

The so-called "learning bad is easy to learn" makes it difficult for rebel teenagers to become three good students in the comprehensive development of German intellectual beauty. Being a gangster is even simpler. However, the saying in the practice is “demonization is easy to get into! ”

“The sword is the weapon of murder, the object of killing, rather than destroying it for pointless insistence, let me kill the pain and fulfill my original heart! ”

Li Qingshan laughed softly, Feilong sword trembled, but the will to resist was weak a few points.

Thousand miles of embankment is destroyed in the ant cave, once a loophole has been created, the rest of the things will be rationalized, that a little ink constantly expands, the district area has been stained with Feilong sword for three days, the color becomes a little darker, but the sharper the sharp.

Only the dragon's eyes at the handle of the sword still gleam with gold.

Another day later, the dragon's eyes suddenly turned the same color as the demon's heart, making a dragon bark, from low to high, deafening and echoing throughout the cave.

“Done!”