Legend of the Great Saint

“Master... Aoyama...”

Standing up helplessly, both of them became so strange, so close to each other, but untouchable.

Li Qingshan's right finger gave birth to claws, smiling with fangs. Bronze wine barrels passed through the cold air and slowly greeted King Inkhai Dragon.

As if to hear the hollow echo of the broken air, every inch of the barrel forward, it becomes a big circle. It is still a barrel. It is clearly a bronze cast mountain peak, falling from the sky, the cloud pattern painted on it also becomes a cloud covering the sky, and it feels suffocating.

Boom!

The Dragon King raised his glass and the two barrels collided.

A thunderbolt sounded on the edge of Qingdan's ear, tranced. There was no bronze mountain peak, the cloud pressed top, the barrel or the barrel, held in Li Qingshan's hand.

The liquor fluids in the barrel swung for a moment, and a hint of surprise flashed in the eyes of the Dragon King.

Buzz! A round of invisible power swept away, sweeping the snow, the maid's white cranes scattered and disappeared, and the wind calmed down, and the heavens and the earth were silent.

Li Qingshan drank all the wine in the barrel and threw it backwards at will, turning it into powder in the middle of the sky.

“It hurts! ”

King Inkheilong dragon drinks slowly with long sleeves, and finally gently lowers the barrel. At the moment he leaves, he clicks and the barrel cracks a deep mark.

“You're getting stronger. ”

“Well said. ”

“But you should never go back to Qingzhou. ”

“Really?”

“I didn't mean to kill you again, but maybe it's God's will. ”

“Wrong! ”

“Wrong? ”

“Big mistake, shit doesn't work! First of all, you didn't kill me, whether you admit it or not, you were fooled by me. Secondly, this is not a bullshit idea, but my determination to come and end this with you! ”

The Dragon King muttered, “Reasonable, so I have to kill you once, give you a break! ”

“Then come! ”

Li Qingshan opened his eyes like a tiger. He waved a blood ray in his hand and cut off the neck of King Inkhai Dragon.

“No...”

Qian Danqing also tried to stop it. When King Mo Hailong's long sleeve vibrated, he flew out of the grass pavilion, smoothly took the umbrella from his hand, pulled out the three-foot sword blade, blocked the tiger tooth bite, the action was like running clouds of water, no smoke and fire.

Danqing flew halfway through the air, did not hear the sword collision, but heard a tiger whistle dragon, constantly climbing, straight out of the nine sky clouds, opened his eyes to the grass pavilion, no two figures, only the dragon tray tiger!

“Not bad!” The Dragon King stared at Li Qingshan and seemed surprised that he had grown to this point in such a short period of time.

“How about this?” Li Qingshan asked, holding the knife handle with both hands, pounding.

The sword flexed suddenly, unable to withstand this enormous force and deflected. A ray of blood appeared in King Muchailong's eyes, leaning back. The blade passed in front of him, but a ray of dark hair flew up.

Boom!

A ray of blood swept out of the grass pavilion, destroying everything along the decaying path of destruction, the ice lake broke and the mountains split, leaving a thousand feet of scars on the earth.

Li Qingshan grabbed the strand of hair and sniffed it gently at the tip of his nose. "That's revenge! ”

The anger flashed in King Ink Hailong's eyes. That strand of hair suddenly twisted into dozens of pitch-black swords. It lasered at Li Qingshan's face. Each one of them was like a sword cultivation, and suddenly within such a close distance, the demon king also had to drink hate.

“Tortoise armor, return to the light! ”

In front of Li Qingshan, a positive hexagonal mirror surface emerged, reflecting the sword back. In the middle of the air, it turned into hair, and merged into the long hair of King Inkhai Dragon.

“Break!”

Li Qingshan drank violently and exhibited “Tiger Demon Frenzy”. The storm gathered, and suddenly, he drank directly into the head of the Nine Heads.

However, the figure of the Dragon King suddenly disappeared. Without any signs, Li Qingshan felt a hand pressed against his vest. Behind him came the voice of the Dragon King: “Break it! ”

In an instant, the power of terror to destroy the mountains erupted. Under the control of the Dragon King of Ink, it appeared to run clouds and moisture silently. From the outside, no light and shadow appeared, as if ink penetrated the paper naturally.

“Not even close!” Li Qingshan did not move like a mountain. He turned back suddenly, his eyes were like fire.

“Hmm?” The Dragon King felt a diaphragm, isolating his power. Instead, a force of shock came from Li Qingshan, passing along his hands to his entire body.

Bull demon shakes!

The earth tortoised, the cracks spread in all directions, and the grass pavilion scattered in pieces.

The figure of King Ink Dragon flashed into the air, looking at his right hand, a hint of amazement in his eyes, a slight scratch in his pale palm, with black ink flowing.

Instead of killing Li Qingshan, this clap injured itself. Almost forgot how many years had passed without such an experience, and the sense of power that came from Li Qingshan was definitely different from the original situation.

But for him, it's not really a wound, it's not even a wound at all. Waving between his hands is like the beginning, overlooking Li Qingshan below, where does he come from?

Li Qingshan stood on the land of tortoise cracks. The skin of the vest turned blue with a black handprint on it.

Though it has been hunted down by the Dragon King, the actual confrontation was only for a moment, in short, it was killed by seconds. There is no precise understanding of the power of the Dragon King until this moment, the strength of the Dragon King was deeply felt. If it was not for the "cow demon skin", not only the flesh and blood erosion, even the tiger bones would be damaged, and the Dragon King has not revealed his true body.

The shadow of death overshadowed, but the blood boiled, and became hot and hot. This is the opponent he wanted, compared to the one he wanted to celebrate!

Even if the enemy is strong, even if it falls into the wind, but life and death win or lose, how can you understand if you don't fight!

“Magic! ”

Li Qingshan burst out of his demonic temper and turned himself into an armor, waving his tiger teeth to the sky: “Come, King Inkhai Dragon, let's end this today! Don't try to escape. You can't kill me today. If you don't get another chance, you go back to the Ink Sea and I will find you. ”

“Running away?” For the first time, King Mukhai showed a look similar to “laughter”, showing pride.

Li Qingshan grabbed the knife handle with both hands, swung backwards inclined, suddenly opened the wind god wings, the earth suddenly collapsed a huge deep pit, a red light rose, waved the blood knife, counter-attacked the sky!

The Dragon King of Ink fired a blade blade, sent out a series of dragon songs, did not hesitate to move and hide, a sword pointed directly at Li Qingshan, like a black meteor falling in the air!

Dan opened his eyes and saw the wind and clouds swirling, the dragon tigers fighting each other!