Legend of the Great Saint

“I am the Demon King. ”

Li Qingshan was slightly surprised that Tibetan Sword Palace mainly killed him here, he would not be so surprised. After all, the power he used was unacceptable for the sake of righteousness, even suspected of collaborating with the magic, and also broke the good things of Ming Fei.

Even if the master of the Hidden Sword Palace does not flip his face, he is allowed to take a sword. Some of it is too generous. Is there any conspiracy in it?

“Since Tianlong Zen Yard thinks you are Buddhist, and it is not your turn to clean up the portal of the Sword Palace, I promised you a sword, so come and get one! ”

“What if I don't want to?” Li Qingshan Road.

“Whatever you want. ”

The master of the Tibetan Sword Palace voluntarily moved his body and swayed his hands, indicating that he could leave at will.

Ming Fei and Ji Xuanjie looked at each other and took the initiative to put away their swords.

“Since the palace master is so sincere, if I don't go, it looks like no one else, then go! ”

Li Qingshan laughed, no matter what the conspiracy, he can confidently break it. Even though it is Longtan Tiger Cave, he also has to break through.

“It's a little daring!” The main road of the Tibetan Sword Palace has never seen Li Qingshan show a hint of fear.

“Will the palace master hurt me again?” Li Qingshan Road.

Several people traveled north. Ji Xuanri and Mingfei carried Yu Zijian and Fu Qingxian. Li Qingshan flew alongside the master of the Tibetan Sword Palace.

The sword light was fast, and soon left Li Qingshan behind. Li Qingshan smiled slightly and didn't mean to chase him.

As my heart looked up at their shadows and disappeared into the sky, I shook my head. "They're all unreliable guys, I'll do it myself! ”

“Sister, do you need protection? ”

A voice sounded behind him, like turning his head and seeing that familiar red-haired red eye, was Li Qingshan's mirror split.

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A moment later, Li Qingshan saw the famous "Tibetan Sword Peak”.

A lonely peak hangs in the sky, breaking open the clouds like an island.

The Great Buddha Mountain of Tianlong Zen Yard is famous for its resemblance to the Great Buddha, then this Tibetan Sword Peak is like an extinct sword!

The lower peaks are isolated, like swords, praying to the divine sword in the sky!

Between the peaks of the Tibetan sword and the peaks below, there is a huge iron cord like a dragon. As if the iron cord had broken, the sword would have broken.

Li Qingshan said: “Due to the strength of the mountain, due to the formation of the formation of the formation, this mountain guarding battle of the Tibetan Sword Palace is absolutely unusual. If you enter it, the master of the Tibetan Sword Palace suddenly turns his face, it is not much safer than breaking into the Ink Sea. ”

“Please!” raised his hand.

“Okay!”

The Tibetan Sword Palace does not have a ban on flying like Tianlong Zen Yard. Tianlong Zen Yard is like Buddha Linli. Buddha disciples cannot fly on senior monks, Buddha of Bodhisattva. For sword repair, the royal sword is fundamental.

There are swordlight flights between the peaks, either forming a sword formation in groups, or fighting swords one-on-one, or flying alone, practicing the art of swordsmanship, swimming between the mountains and the clouds and seas of Yamagawa. It really means sword fairies.

Lord Li Qingshan of the Tibetan Sword Palace asked to lean on Tianfeng, Weiwei's Sword Palace Palace, and ordered him to continue: "Go and ask the sword owners of the peaks to prepare the sword selection ceremony immediately! ”

Li Qingshan looked out of the palace, and suddenly there was a bright light of different colors, which quickly spread along the iron cord to the Tibetan sword peak.

In that instant, Li Qingshan heard a strange roar, and in the awkwardness, there was a flying clear crossing, which made the spirit tremble.

Tibetan Sword Peak is excited, a sword light rises, the clouds are shattered, the stars are vast, the moon is pale, as if they were all spinning, dazzling and fascinating.

All the disciples of the Tibetan Sword Palace stopped, looked up at the scene, and there was no difference between the look and the disciples of Tianlong Zen Yard at the time of the Zen Mind Method.

“What a nasty voice, Li Qingshan, what the hell are you doing here! ”

The sound of the madhouse knife's soul suddenly sounded in Li Qingshan's mind. To prevent the madhouse knife's soul from talking nonsense and hating himself, he has always placed the last madhouse knife in Shuro Yard, but their thoughts are still connected.

Li Qingshan retracted his gaze and replied with surprise: “Do you feel it? ”

“I hate swords. Cut me that damn sword!” The Frenzy Knife Soul commanded.

“That's not a sword! ”

Li Qingshan glanced at the Hidden Sword Palace. There were more than a few swords inserted on it. That wonderful sound was probably all the swords made together.

“Really? Then cut them all!” Frenzy knife soul impatient way.

“Come on, I still got one in there!” Li Qingshan is not so boring.

You want to use a sword? You dare use your sword! ”The madness of the knife's soul suddenly burst into rage. A sword went straight to Li Qingshan to learn about the sea, and a huge wave of waves erupted.

“You're crazy!” Li Qingshan hurriedly suppressed with "Lingturtle Town Hai Tips".

“You've got me. No more blades, no more swords. All the hypocrites pretending to be fakes. I see one kill one!” Frenzy knife soul angry.

“Ha ha, that's brilliant! Not only are you a hypocrite, but you pretend to be a criminal! Except for my Ann!” Li Qingshan suddenly forgot that he used to use a sword, “don't worry, I just drew a sword out of it, but I won't use it. ”

“Don't blame me for not reminding you that if you refine any more swords, we'll split up! ”

“Why is Daoist laughing?” The master of the Tibetan Sword Palace saw Li Qingshan smile mysteriously.

“Nothing, just excited to see such a scene. ”

Li Qingshan looked at the master of the Hidden Sword Palace. If it's true, as the Frenzy Knife Soul said, this is the biggest hypocrite and pretender.

In the speaking room, the sword lords and elders of the peaks came to the palace, and one of them was surprised: "Li Qingshan! ”

Li Qingshan's eyes swept away. Talking to a handsome man, he also had two days of fixing. He wanted to come to which peak of the sword master, even the color of his face did not fade his melancholy, making Li Qingshan feel a little familiar. For a moment, he didn't remember his name, “You are...”

“Yoon Jinxiao! You came just in time to fight me again! ”

Yoon Ping's sad face was cold, and he gripped the water sword between his waists, so many years of painstaking repair, precisely for this moment. If Li Qingshan hadn't gone to Miaozhou, he would have come to the door to challenge him.

“Oh, it's you!” Li Qingshan remembered that he broke Yoon's sad broken sword with a water sword. It was also famous in Qinghe Prefecture for World War I.

“If you're here, why pretend! ”

Yin Ping decided that Li Qingshan could not be called out to humiliate him intentionally, but after so many years of battle, even the existence of three heavenly robberies killed a myriad of people, how many lives and deaths wandered, how can he be impressed by the confrontation between the founding brothers?

At least Pai Qingyan also posed a huge threat to him, but Yin Ping was defeated by him and destroyed by decades of light.

“Pretend to look good!” Li Qingshan's belly defamed: “I don't need a sword now! ”

“Don't be ridiculous!” Tibetan Sword Palace Main Road.

“Please allow me to fight Elder Lee! ”

Li Qingshan had long forgotten something, but Yin Ping's sadness was engraved in his heart. He inspired himself by day and night. Finally, he waited for this opportunity. He couldn't care less.