Legend of the Great Saint

“Master, Aoyama, no more...”

Danqing's voice was submerged in a deafening roar, a wave of air swept away, the whistle broke open the clouds, and the sky shed a glorious light. The winds followed, as if typhoons had crossed, lifting thick snowfalls to reveal a yellow-brown earth.

Tan Danqing flew like a fallen leaf. He wanted to try to stop this battle. Seeing this scenario, there was no such luxury. Through the wind, he flew back to the cave to support the Falun Front against the aftermath of the battle. His heart was full of bitterness. Which of the two men was willing to listen!

“Aoyama, I can't save you! ”

Qing Danqing regretted it so much that he should not have told the King of the Dragons about the Book of the Three Kings.

No one would think that Li Qingshan, the first to emerge from Mao Lu, would be able to resist the thousands of years of existence and famous Qingzhou.

As if two meteors collided, in a fierce confrontation gave the illusion of stagnation, and the heavens and the earth were dyed black and red.

Bloody knife and ink sword constantly confront each other, one is fierce, never forward; one is magnificent, ever-changing; at the same time, the inches are crumbling, the sound is constant, a round of air waves sweep, the holes in the cloud continue to expand.

Heaven and earth turned into a stormy sea, calm lakes provoked huge waves, a large tree was uprooted, like a straw to fly with the wind.

The Cave Mansion Law Front is also shaken down, and Qingtan looks at the horrific scene of the end of the world and feels shocked. This is the scene where the top strong fight, and what is even more amazing to him is: “Qingshan can actually confront the master positively! ”

Li Qingshan's hair fluttered, his eyebrows wrinkled tightly, the strength of the Dragon King of Ink is indeed strong, the swordsmanship is the same as the sword path contained in the Three Immaculate Books, but there is an incomparable spirit of Fabao between the swings, the convergence is consistent, and the changeling is effortless.

The sword is wired, wrapped around a bloody knife, the fierce knife falls into the net and is quickly abraded.

“Li Qingshan, the gap between us can not be filled by strength alone, you are still too young. ”

The Dragon King overlooked Li Qingshan, an inky sword, directly crossed the knife and attacked Li Qingshan, subtle as an antelope hanging horn, leaving an ink mark in the air, easily tearing the demon, if there was not a layer of "cow demon skin", it would be lived and grinded to death.

“He still has room to talk! ”

In Li Qingshan's heart, Li Qingshan understood that his swordsmanship was more than one grade away from King Hailong's sword path, and began to be able to chop off his hair, I'm afraid because he was too careless.

Though it is said to be "one force down ten meetings”, it is based on the premise that power can crush, bullying such as Bullying Qing is okay, can not even reduce the existence of King Inkhai dragon. He wanted to do all he could, but he felt like he had nowhere else to go. Even the indestructible power of shock could only cause the sword to create a shock.

If we continue like this, we will lose!

“Tiger demon fury, break it! ”

Li Qingshan shouted and gave up all his defenses. The sword came in empty. Blood splashed all over him. The wounds were deep in the bones. Instead, he was suddenly unaware that only the Dragon King existed in his eyes. He broke the layer of sword and beheaded him.

The Dragon King was surprised and immediately restored calm. He said softly: "Push too hard.” and disappeared.

He saw a knife disappear, Li Qingshan's eyes opened, his arms muscled, and he forced the blade to twist, crossing a half-moon arc, roaring to his side.

King Mo Hailong's slightly stunned face was blushed by a knife. I didn't think Li Qingshan could tell where he was moving. Is it just luck?

Boo!

Knife strikes, eye turns, electric stone fire!

The sword trembled rapidly, dissolving the power on the blade, millions of fights, overlapping, and turning into a strange cry of clarity. The cloud power in the sky was swept away, but the wind suddenly subsided, and a great tree fell, but suddenly it turned into a powdery sky.

In Ruyi County, General Wang Yue Wuyang was pointing at the map and plotting how to set a trap to kill the King of Sky Locusts. Suddenly his ears moved and he stepped out and looked out into the sky. He was surprised: "What a powerful Yu Wei, who is fighting!” Leaning empty.

The battle of the Dragon Tiger was felt by countless brothers. Only the great brothers, confident in their strength, flew in. At this level of battle, it is not known how many children have not appeared.

Wang Yuguang glanced at the ink dragon, his eyebrows slightly flashed, his fingers snapped and a drop of ink flew out.

Li Qingshan's eyes lit up and suddenly saw a little bloom. The wind god's wings swung vigorously, turning into a red light passing by the king of the Ink Sea Dragon.

With a sword blade spinning out, a fierce knife scar appeared in the chest of King Inkheilong, almost dividing him into two parts, in which the ink fluctuated, trying to repair it as it had originally been.

Red light crossed an arc, flashed back, Li Qingshan took the victory in pursuit, did not give King Inkhai a breathing opportunity, but there was also some strange what King Inkhai suddenly did with such a pointless act, no wonder there was some conspiracy to look along that drop of flying ink.

The huts left behind by the Master Dao have disappeared and become dust. Covering his ears, he fell on his knees and looked painful. Blood spilled between his fingers, injured by the aftermath of the battle.

And that drop of ink fell on him, turning him into a black sphere, covering him.

Li Qingshan's heart shocked, his figure stopped and his face changed uncertainly.

“What's the matter? What are you hesitating about? This state of affairs will not last long.” The Dragon King of Ink has broken the sword in his hand, and the divine color is still tolerant. As if he had not won this sword at all, he despises Li Qingshan.

“Nothing!” Li Qingshan cut himself with a knife, leaving a tragic wound exactly like that of King Inkhailong, “I give you this knife, let's continue somewhere else! ”

He is not such a sympathetic man, nor does he care about hurting a few innocents, let alone wanting to fight against King Muchailong fairly. Instead, he is willing to join forces with Xiaoan to slaughter dragons, but he will never use the safety of his friends to create a blossoming attack on his enemies, which is his pride!

King Mo Hailong revisited Li Qingshan and asked: "Do you really want to kill me? ”

“Bullshit! ”

“You can't kill me here, and you can't kill me anywhere else. Even if I can't move, I won't die if I let you chop a hundred knives or a thousand more.” Dragon King Ink Road.

“Then stand still!” Li Qingshan wielded a knife pointing at the Dragon King of Ink and Sea, most unlikely to see such a disguise.

King Mo Hailong ignored him at all. He flashed himself to the side of Qing Dan Qing. His palms patted lightly on his vest. Qing Dan Qing spit out a bite of blood. His face was much better. He said: "Master, stop fighting, what resentment cannot be resolved! ”

“Shut up.” The head of the Dragon will not return to Li Qingshan Tao: “Of course, you will not be easily killed by me again. If you are invincible, you will run away and fight again, it makes no sense! ”

“I'll run? How can I kill you? Lord Dragon King!” Li Qingshan asked sarcastically.

“If you're not afraid to die, come to the tomb! Only there will you have a chance to kill me. ”