Legend of the Great Saint

Li Qingshan smiled and stood up. This Yoon Ping's sad name is really bad. Whenever he chooses his strongest strength to challenge him, he can't even think about it.

In this way, he stirred up the hearts of the enemies of the elders of the Tibetan Sword Palace. “Please allow me! ”

The Lord of the Jianxian Palace frowned slightly. Ming Fei and Ji Xuanri were also face-to-face. They had all seen Li Qingshan's strength. There was no chance that Yin Pingshan would win at all. But if he said so, Yin Pingshan would surely be unwilling, and no one else would be able to be offended, but if Li Qingshan was allowed to show demon king's means here, there would be a lot of trouble.

Slightly thinking, the master of the Tibetan Sword Palace gave a slight head.

“Thank the Lord of the Palace.” Yoon Ping looked at Li Qingshan with a sad arch.

“Then I'm going to lose again!” Li Qingshan walked out of the temple and rubbed his shoulders with Yin Ping. He came to the platform in front of the temple and looked up at the Tibetan Sword Peak in the sky.

Yin Ping followed closely, turning to Li Qingshan's back: “If you don't have a suitable sword, you can go to Tibetan Sword Peak and choose a sword before fighting me. ”

He not only wants to win, but he also wins.

“You don't have to be so troublesome!” Li Qingshan turned around.

“What, you still want to use a water sword?” Yoon Ping's sad face was slightly cold.

“No, my sword has entered a higher realm, no sword in my hand, no sword in my heart, just come!” Li Qingshan means like a sword.

Everyone frowned. The higher realm of what swordsmanship said in the Tibetan Sword Palace, it was like Ben Gate to axe. What “no sword in hand, no sword in heart” is even more nonsense.

“Take its own humiliation, look at the sword! ”

Yin Ping sighed and drank low. All kinds of emotions diluted and dissipated. He turned into a slight sadness. He broke the water sword and leaped out of the sheath silently. The curved sword body circled like a moon. He flew out of the calm lake and swept to Li Qingshan's throat.

“The water is out of sorrow! ”

If you glance at the stars, and look out of the sky, like an antelope hanging horn, there is no trace.

The sword cultivation is a sigh of admiration, worthy of a famous sword heir, the power of this sword, though they dare not say it can resist, can only avoid its peak.

Li Qingshan did not move. He also admired Yin for his sad sword intentions. Now Yin Qingshan's sad sword intentions outweighed those of that time by ten times. Indeed, he inherited the world sword method from ten swords.

There is no problem with sword intent, the problem is too slow and too powerless!

Just as the swords cultivated that this sword would kill Li Qingshan on the spot, Li Qingshan probed his right hand and did not carry out any swordsmanship knife method, his middle finger and index finger twisted slightly.

That round of flying moon turned back to Ken Feng, Ken Feng suddenly solidified, unable to move forward by an inch, together with Yin Ping's sad expression.

You don't even have to push the magic, you don't need a water sword!

“There's always something in this world that you chop down, like grief, like running water, like me! ”

Li Qingshan's tone has a faint shush. The feeling of pretending to be in front of a group of forced sellers is really sour and refreshing.

All sword cultivators are mute.

“How is this possible...” Yoon Ping's sad hand untied the handle of the sword, took a step back and muttered to himself.

For sword repair, the sword is as important as life, and he unconsciously releases the handle of the sword, apparently the mind is confused.

After decades of painstaking cultivation and pursuit, he finally came to his opponent, who forgot his name and tried to avenge an arrow, but found that the distance had been pulled further away. Sometimes it felt like everything had been wasted.

Suddenly a hand pressed against his shoulder, the Lord of the Sword Palace said: "Don't be discouraged, Li Daoyou has already survived three days of robbery, you are certainly not his opponent. ”

“Three days of robbery!” Yoon Ping lost his voice and looked incredibly at Li Qingshan.

All sword cultivation is stunned. After three days of robbery, it will be the summit of Kyushu. Look at all the people in the world who are not famous. How old is this talent? How fast is this cultivation?

The news that Li Qingshan had survived three days of robbery was limited to a few people who knew, even if they knew, they would not want to spread it, because his body was too much like that of a demon king.

And Tianlong Zen Court is ready to hold a grand ceremony to celebrate Xiao 'an when she is sealed "monk king”, inviting all the great monks of Qingzhou, even the Buddha Gate outside, Li Qingshan will never receive this treatment.

Li Qingshan threw the broken water sword back to Yin Ping, and Yin Ping looked at Jianfeng with sadness. His face reflected on it. He stayed for a while and said: “I went back to fix it.” Then he flew under the heavenly peak, without a sword.

The sword cultivation was all dark. The Lord of the Sword Palace looked to Yin to dispense with his grieving figure. “It's time to dispel grief, too. The world's first grief is powerlessness! If you're powerless, you can't be sad! ”

Li Qingshan shrugged his shoulder and turned to the master of the Tibetan Sword Palace: “Can I draw my sword now? ”

“Anytime, but since you are the elder of my house, you must follow the rules of my house!” Tibetan Sword Palace Main Road.

“What rules? ”

“It must not be taken by force!” Tibetan Sword Palace Main Road.

“What's that for?” Li Qingshan asked back.

“Careful! Sword Choice Festival, not just people choosing swords, but swords choosing people!” Tibetan Sword Palace Main Road.

“Okay, I'll be careful. ”

Li Qingshan didn't think otherwise. From the Feilong sword to the last razor blade, no soldier blade chose him. Let him use it, but in the end use it as he should.

I'm not practicing to let weapons pick and pick!

“Must be forbidden!” The Lord of the Tibetan Sword Palace said soberly.

Li Qingshan smiled slightly. "Master Miyagi, this is hard for a strong man!” Failure to draw the best sword is a small matter, but if it is forbidden to do so, if the Hidden Sword Palace turns its face ruthlessly, it will not be slaughtered by anyone.

“It's the rules, not for you! ”

On the main road of the Tibetan Sword Palace, all those who can pull swords on the Tibetan Sword Peak are disciples who have just passed a heavenly robbery. Not only have obtained this qualification, but their strength is not enough to fight against the Tibetan Sword Peak. They can only choose their swords on the basis of their opportunistic edge, and reach the strength of Li Qingshan, enough to ignore the sword heart, in order to pull swords.

“If the palace master says so, so be it!” Li Qingshan opened his arms and said frankly: “Please ask the palace master to seal it for me! ”

The Lord of the Jianxian Palace walked up, fingering like a sword, instantly connected to Li Qingshan's circumferential cave, every point, a sword gas flowed in, Moran magic converged for a minute, until forced back into the demon heart, the demon heart has been covered by layers of sword.

All human cultivation in Li Qingshan is difficult to carry out, and the master of the Tibetan Sword Palace can provoke the sword energy and destroy his demonic heart with just one thought.

Li Qingshan smiled and looked at the master of the hidden sword palace in front of him. Something could not be sealed up. That was his most powerful power. He could suppress these swords with just a second thought, even though some trauma would be no big deal.

And the Lord of the Sword Palace, less than three steps from him, did not necessarily stop him!