Legend of the Great Saint

Boo!

Tiger teeth flew back, slanted in front of Li Qingshan not far away.

Although Li Qingshan drives the image split repeatedly and severely injures Yin and Yang King, the life force of the Demon King is strong, and in the twelve heavenly demon formation, no matter what serious injury, it can quickly recover.

However, the power of the mirror split was constantly fading. Under each other, the Yin and Yang King finally regained control of the wind and struck out the knife.

But a moment of kung fu, the mirror split in the echo of the demonic sound, collapsed.

The last glimmer of hope is broken, as if the remainder of the sunset were sinking into the deep sea, leaving eternal darkness behind.

Li Qingshan's face remained calm and flat, and the dead spots and turbidity spread wildly, invading the body and bones.

A loud bang, the Yin and Yang King landed in the distance, looking at him as a victor, with a brutal knife wound, recovering at the visible speed of the naked eye. “Li Qingshan, you lost in my hand again, how is it, very unhappy, very uncomfortable!? ”

“Wrong.” Li Qingshan shook his head gently, "winning is winning, losing is losing, nothing is offensive. ”

“Don't die. Let me make you happy! ”

“Yes!” Li Qingshan laughed.

King Yin Yang stepped forward and paused: “Do you think I would be so stupid? I'm gonna stand here and see how you die! ”

Even though Li Qingshan seemed so weak, as if one finger was enough to defeat him, the Yin Yang King still dared not approach him.

Li Qingshan smiled slightly. He glanced over the Yin Yang King and threw himself in the direction of Vanguardism. “I'm sorry, I'm leaving you alone! ”

Fix the fiercest Avatars, the strongest enemies of the war, the most beautiful women, up to nine days, side by side with Brother Niu! All this strength will be lost to nothingness, but when we step out of that small village and vow never to return it, we are prepared to do so. The only regret in our hearts is not to see her again.

In the silence of the "Silver Dragon King", apart from the Banyan Tree King, the other three people could not talk to Li Qingshan, and even had arguments and contradictions, but at this moment, they all lost the mood to speak.

The Banyan King held his fist tight, tried several times, and eventually turned into a long sigh. His honor is far from home, based on a division of the district, even though it is futile to attack, the three South Vietnamese kings will not follow him.

The moon was clouded and the stars were dim, yet suddenly the dark horizon was lit with white light, as if the sun had dawned, and the next moment, the white flames burned over the clouds.

The Vietnamese king frowned and was surprised: "Something is approaching, so fast! ”

When she turned her mind, the image on the starboard window locked a thousand miles away, a figure in the sky fire - the white bone sword held in her hand, the long seaweed hair dancing in the flame, her eyebrows tight, full of anxiety, until she saw his figure before showing a smile: “Green Mountain! ”

Li Qingshan also laughed, even though he died at this moment, there was no regret.

King Yin Yang was shocked, but turned to grin: “Don't be too happy. Who do you think dares to come in here to save you? ”

With the power of the Twelve Apocalypses, it is difficult to escape anyone caught in it, even though the Vietnamese king who rides the "Silver Dragon King” dares not approach, let alone others.

Li Qingshan didn't look at the Yin and Yang Wang, smiled and looked at the sky. There was nothing exciting about it, let alone persuaded her to turn back. It was only natural for them to live and die together.

May we meet again for a moment until death separates us!

Once the light of the sky had gone out, it blended into the body of the little security, turned into a white light, and flew a thousand miles away in the blink of an eye, passing over the “Silver Dragon King”. Under the attention of the twelve demons, he did not hesitate to enter the twelve demons, and plunged into his arms!

Li Qingshan snapped a little before holding her: “It seems like I'm growing up again, I can't even hold her anymore. ”

“Mmm-hmm.” Xiao An nodded, staring at him without turning his eyes, rubbing his face with his bare hands, emitting a faint Buddha light, everywhere, the corpse spots and dull yellow dust were cleared and his skin tone returned to normal.

“You have also survived three days of robbery. ”

“Mmm.”

“Very good.”

“Li Qingshan, congratulations on another burial!” Yin Yang Wang Yin testing the way.

“This guy is so annoying to me, help me kill him.” Li Qingshan grinned and complained to Xiaoan.

“Okay." Xiao An faintly looked back, the Yin and Yang Wang's heart suddenly suddenly felt no dangerous killing machine. There was nothing but emptiness, as if she did not exist in front of her, and an unspeakable sense of fear could not be raised.

Nearly instinctive backward, suddenly felt a chest pain, unbelievably lowered his head, only to see that the white bone sword had stabbed into the body, the skull carved on the handle of the sword was close at hand, the hollow eyes stared at him, seemed to contain mercy, but the sword gripper's face was faceless, disregarding everything.

Without a brilliant sword, a sharp sword, it was just an ordinary sword, but it seemed to have traveled through time and space, making it impossible to grasp its trajectory. Until this moment, the Yin and Yang kings had not been stabbed with their true senses.

“What kind of sword path is this?” Leaf pupils suddenly shrunk, and as a generation of sword repair, he distinguished himself from the horror.

Sword Feng threw up and closed. He didn't even penetrate the body of the Yin Yang King. Xiao 'an returned to Li Qingshan and stood with his sword.

After three days of robbery, not only did the Buddha sword be transformed from a sword embryo into a true sword, but her sword path finally broke away from the shadow of the Three Books and formed her own sword path.

Buddha Sword Road!

This sword book is in Zhuyan White Bone Road, but in the past, her realm was too low to understand, let alone learn.

The Yin and Yang King retreated for another ten miles and looked at Xiao 'an with horror. This is not the enemy he can fight. What kind of monster did the poor trap lead to, and wondered why he didn't continue pursuing.

Just about to speak, the mouth was a pointless chirp, suddenly divided into two parts, then turned into a man, a woman and two demon kings, returned to their normal posture, knelt down together, desperately covered the same wound on the chest, that is, there was no spread of severe poison, no tear spread, just not healed - as if it would never heal.

“What's this... what's going on...”

The two demon kings looked at each other, and their faces were filled with fear. The knife cut him so many times that he could not take his life, not to mention the lightness of a sword.

This feeling is so familiar, as if they had returned a long time ago, when they were not powerful demon kings, but the weakest demons, struggling to survive in the magic, many times in a state of near-death.

“Living in extinction, living in a bad emptiness. Zhu Yan white bone, life and death rotation.” Little soothing sword barks softly.

“Don't you get it! Anyway, you're dead!” Li Qingshan laughed and asked Xiao An: “Am I right in explaining this? ”

“Yes.” Xiao An smiled.

“Bang bang” two muffled sounds, two demon kings fell to the ground and died like mortals.

Buddha, just a sword!