Legend of the Great Saint

“Answer me!”

Li Qingshan held his fist tight, and the killing machine in his heart was not revealed.

The concubine doesn't have the power to kill the concubine, but he does! As long as Ming Fei dares to nod his head and admit, he dares to lay down the killer immediately. Whatever Chu Wang Fu hides the Sword Palace, this is where his scales are!

“It's none of my business!” The princess was arrogant.

“Liar!” A couple of ghost kings roared and pounced at Myeong Fei.

“Bitch is dead!” The princess waves her sword, the sword is shining, and she is in battle with the Ghost King. There is no such thing as half weakness.

At this time, the two reintroduction swordlights rushed out of the horizon, as if to prove Li Qingshan's words.

The concubine frowned and wished to retreat, but the concubine refused to forgive her, so let this enemy die.

Li Qingshan stood at the center of the battlefield, floating his long hair in a fierce storm, releasing his clenched fist, lowering his head to reveal the color of his thoughts, and taking something out of his arms, which was a curved pointed corner.

It was decades ago that he was almost forced into the desperate corner, with the wonderful ability to discern the true lies, that he had found from the pampering ring, and the corner did not react to the words of the Princess Ming.

Of course, Ming Fei may have the means to deceive the Horn of the Horn, but even if Li Qingshan judged by his senses, Ming Fei did not speak a lie.

Although the concubine was so sure that the concubine was like a murderer, she was more like a paranoid mother who had lost her loved one, with little real persuasion. And if she had any real evidence, she believed that King Chu would not ignore it and become an outstanding case.

There are still many doubts about it, such as the goddess in Woniu Village who practiced "Ghost of Xuan Yin" instead of the sword art of the Sword Palace of Tibet. And now it seems that the goddess is not much stronger than a mortal. How can she turn Xiao An's soul into a ghost slave?

Doubts appeared in his heart. Li Qingshan shook his head and put the horn back in his arms. Since Xiao 'an could not determine who the killer was, he did not want to act like a reckless man and investigate slowly!

But whoever did it, Li Qingshan was ready to kill his family!

Looking up again, the princess was entwined by the princess, it was difficult to get away for a moment. The two sides of the sky returned to the glow of the sword, one left and one right to surround the princess, and the three swords repaired together, with enough certainty to let the princess fall here.

“Demon fighter body! ”

Li Qingshan's sinking voice, the demon heart flashed, the printed magic fighter totem behind him, swollen and blurred, spread and flowed until it covered his whole body, merged with him, transformed into a fighter!

Time, a magic rush, Li Qingshan jumped and pointed like a knife, one knife on the blade of Mingfei, has used the knife method learned from the rave knife soul, just to destroy the attack of Mingfei.

The princess took the opportunity to look away at Li Qingshan, some confusion. This man called himself the elder of the Jianxian Palace, and saved the disciple of the Jianxian Palace first, but at this time, he helped him. It was simply unthinkable!

“Kid wants to die! ”

Ming Fei was furious, swords swept like tide, sharp as electricity.

Li Qingshan waved his hand, and when he saw the trick, he didn't let the wind down at all. "Go away! ”

Though there is no respect or fondness, after all, she is Xiao 'an's biological mother, Li Qingshan will not see her die here.

The princess turned around and flew away. The two swordlights hunted for thousands of miles and finally gave up turning back.

One is a middle-aged man with a sharp figure, one sword at a time, like a lone peak, more powerful than Ming Fei, the strongest sword cultivation Li Qingshan Pingsheng has ever seen. The other is much younger, looks a little like Ming Fei, wears a light yellow sword suit, brilliant temperament, like the proud son of heaven.

Together with Ming Fei, Li Qingshan was sealed off and retreated.

“Just die for him! ”

With a glimmer of sword, Ming Fei retreated, looking cold at Li Qingshan.

Three major swords repaired, formed a sword formation, surrounded Li Qingshan, killing machines sharply!

“At least I saved your disciples, like I treated my enemies? ”

Li Qingshan stepped forward and laughed. Those who can push him into despair nowadays almost no longer exist. Even King Mo Hailong has no such certainty. However, the cheap price of the Sword Palace does not seem to be captured.

“Are you from magic? ”

The Lord of the Tibetan Sword Palace stared at Li Qingshan. The rolling magic he emitted was clearly a demon king and stronger than the average demon king. Unless it was an era of massive encroachment by the magic, the demon king would be stationed in the demon cave and not wander around the world.

“No, I am a Buddhist disciple and Elder of the House of the Swords.” Li Qingshan shrugged his shoulders.

“Bullshit!” Ming Fei scolded angrily, the four words of the Buddhist disciple were ridiculous enough, and there was no such elder in the Hidden Sword Palace!

But what did the Master of the Sword Palace think of? "You are Li Qingshan! ”

“Someone rarely knows my name.” Li Qingshan Road.

“You are Li Qingshan!” The young man was surprised.

“How do you prove it? ”

“Report to the palace master, he is really Li Qingshan, he just saved us!” Yu Zijian arrived nearby with his unconscious Fu Qingyu.

“Purple Sword, stay away!” Ming Fei drank.

“Yes, but he didn't mean it, Big Brother. Save him!” Yu Zijian stood still and pleaded with the young man.

Li Qingshan moved in his heart, another big brother, but also the big brother of the Jiangyuan Palace.

“The Purple Sword is in no hurry, the Palace Master, the Mother, or the Green Sword's life matters! ”

Ji Xuanjidao, he is not only the eldest brother of the Hidden Sword Palace. Qingzhou's younger generation first survived three days of robbery. He is also the son of King Chu and Princess Ming, and the Prince of the Qingzhou Nation. If there is no accident, he is the next King Chu, the real pride of heaven.

“How can a disciple like you be accommodated in Tianlong Zen Yard?” The master of the Tibetan Sword Palace swung out a sword light and shot it into his body, suddenly pushing Sensen's ghost out.

“The fearless Abbot says I am very Buddhist.” Li Qingshan Road.

“Why the hell did you come? ”

“I am the elder of the Hidden Sword Palace. The Hidden Sword Palace still owes me a sword!” Li Qingshan Road.

“Why help the Xuan Yin sect if he is the Elder?” The Lord of the Sword Palace of Tibet asked.

“I couldn't help thinking about Xuanyin sect or the Hidden Sword Palace because I couldn't help but bully the people in my life. ”

“Oh, you're a demon king, you know what martial arts is.” Tibetan Sword Palace Main Road.

“It's none of your business. If you don't, I'll leave.” Li Qingshan broke away.

“Wait!” The master of the Hidden Sword Palace flashed in front of him. Ming Fei and Ji Xuanjie cooperated accordingly. The Sword Formation still sealed Li Qingshan in it, and he could not cross the thunder pool one step.

“Do you really want to kill me?” Li Qingshan Road.

“You are the elder of the Palace of Hidden Swords. Since you have been promised a sword, come to the Palace of Hidden Swords! ”