Legend of the Great Saint

“The palace master is so smart, he doesn't act like a sword master! ”

In the ruined Daxiong treasure palace, Gu Yan shadowed a sword light in her eyes. She stared deeply at the master of the Hidden Sword Palace. “Hot Wind Hell” was her last resort, but it was never her best combat method. If it were to be repaired as a foundation, it would be even more difficult to force this sword to repair. If it were normal, her field should have been breached, even if it had been broken by a sword, she would not be surprised.

However, the attack of the Lord of the Sword Palace is fierce, but it is the most common sword technique in the Sword Palace. Even though her field was clearly on the verge of collapse, the sword power of the master of the Tibetan Sword Palace was diminished, so that she could sustain it. And when Daxiong Bao Palace was destroyed, she tried to push back the sword light and praise the departure with flowers, the sword light suddenly became brilliant, giving her no chance.

This is all too obvious. Until now, the master of the Hidden Sword Palace appears to have deliberately left his hand behind. Instead, he is the great enemy of Li Qingshan, easily outside the battlefield. He does not have to face the sharp sword blade, the horror genius, and more use the flower praise to drag Li Qingshan here. Otherwise, Li Qingshan just needs to turn his mind and go away, who can retain him?

“What do you know about Kendo?” The Lord of the Tibetan Sword Palace coldly said that the fall of the Ming Princess and Ji Xuanjie did not seem to have much effect on him.

“The world thinks that the Hidden Sword Palace is just so fierce and so manipulative that even I seem to be disturbed by the illusion. ”

Gu Yanshadow raised his eyebrows and couldn't help but feel emotional.

Sword cultivation brings the heart sword together. Whatever the sword intent, there is often a rational ruthlessness, because it is the endowment of the sword. In order to control the ghosts, it is inevitable that the mind will be affected. In many cases, it is more emotional.

The concubine and the concubine are a stark contrast. This yin and yang, like the difference between a man and a woman, the feminine fiercenemies in the court are merely adults. The male fierceness is a scourge, killing the wild, not only is there no shame in it, but there will also be a "big husband as if" boast.

“I told you, all the men in the Sword Palace deserve to die, and this man deserves to die! ”

A hidden voice rang, and the princess held a mighty haunted beacon and gazed cold at the master of the Hidden Sword Palace. The power of the Sanskrit Pure World Front has been greatly curtailed by Xiao An, and the repression to which she has been subjected has been reduced from time to time.

“Your Highness, what a foresight! ”

Gu Yanshadow smiled. She was a visitor to Longzhou. She had no choice with Ming Fei, but many people were surprised. After all, whether it is the duties of the eagle wolf guard or the spleen reputation, the Tibetan Sword Palace fits better.

“Goose Shadow, change your name! I'm not a princess anymore.” The Phantom Princess waved a thousand ghosts, and the sound of a thousand ghosts cried and summoned several more ghost kings to the master of the Tibetan Sword Palace together.

Though concerned about the comfort of Xuan Yue, there is also self-awareness that even if he helped in the past, he could not shake the great Buddha, and several ghost kings may not even be able to do it close. She had already seen that if Li Qingshan did not retreat, Xuan Yue would not retreat, and Li Qingshan would have to save his friends or even kill the master of the Tibetan Sword Palace, so all the symptoms are here instead.

The Lord of the Tibetan Sword Palace suddenly emitted a gleaming sword, such as a star landing on the top of the Great Buddha Mountain, not only smashing the sound of all the ghosts crying, but even a few ghost kings backed away, afraid to approach.

“Indeed! Come to Japan long, sister doesn't have to be angry, come to Japan long.” Gu Yanshadow felt a little stressed, turning his head: “Will the lord not help? ”

Lord Xuanyin stood by his hand and stood far on the side of the mountain. This monastic engine in Qingzhou watched all sides fight, but neither respected King Chu's order to kill Li Qingshan nor came to deal with the host enemy of the Tibetan Sword Palace. His attitude appeared very vague. I don't know what he was thinking. If he refused to do it, it would be enough to resist the Tibetan Sword Palace Master.

“Gu Daoyou, I am the King of the Imperial Palace. Xuan Yue is also the future owner of Xuan Yin sect, and like the fearless master, it is difficult!” The Xuanyin Sect lord smiled, revealing a mouthful of white teeth, but how can it be harder to divide them?

At this time, Li Qingshan swallowed Zhufu's yuan baby into his belly, a bite of anger sprayed and the white light whistled down.

“Oops, another one died, unfortunately, but it would be very useful to refine Grand Brother's Yuan Baby into a ghost slave.” Xuanyin Sect Main Road.

Gu Yanshadow's words made the princess move in her heart, looking up to the white light of the whistle, the figure of King Chu Li, now that the bitch of Prince Ming Feng is dead, Prince Xuan is also following the meteor, the Tibetan Sword Palace and Tianlong Zen Yard are weakened, the three main gates of Qingzhou, only Xuanyin Sect is still strong, Xuanyin Moon has such strength, is already the best person to inherit the throne of King Chu.

He could not stand the tone for a while, but if she could survive the war, she could persuade him slowly that there was not necessarily a turning point, that perhaps she would be able to recount her old friendship.

Daxiong's palace is covered in white light.

……

“Five lines upside down, the realms are lost! ”

Chu Liwang waved his big sleeve and pushed forward the pentagram in front of him, suddenly becoming larger, ten times, hundred times, rotating over Big Foshan, distorting the scenery between heaven and earth, compared to the earlier hurried hand, not knowing how much more powerful.

Li Qingshan seemed to be caught in a shape-changing haha mirror. His body and limbs were sometimes stretched, and sometimes compressed. Everything in front of him turned into a strange landscape. Only the image of King Chu Li grew and grew larger, like a god above the heavens and the earth. He looked at him with ruthlessness and majesty, his left hand flipped over, and one gold imprinted. There were four big words deep on it: "King Chu's imprint! ”

In the moment, Li Qingshan felt under the palm of the Big Buddha. With the gold imprint, he heard the voices of hundreds of millions of Li people in his ears. There was the screaming and selling of city wells, the chanting of books, and the crying of children. It encompassed all the sounds of the world. It had no meaning. Together, it was like a tsunami in the mountains, paving the ground.

“Die! ”

“Friendly means! ”

Li Qingshan praised, this move is enough compared to the King of the Inkhai Dragon. If he is an ordinary archbishop, he can only be smashed into meat sauce - but even this praise is twisted upside down and becomes very strange.

His body rose to the wind, reaching more than 700 feet, turned into the body of the demon, a pair of iron hooves landed on the ground, stepped on the mountain of Big Buddha, and his hands slapped upwards.

Boom!

The iron hooves fell deep, and countless cracks spread in the mountains. If not for 10,000 years, the Buddha's light would collapse sharply.

“By these means alone, you can't kill me! ”

Li Qingshan's laughter rolled like thunder. His palms resisted the seal of King Chu. His constant strength poured into his body, which made the world more distracted upside down and restored normality.

Everyone looked up, and this scene was deeply imprinted in their minds, unforgettable.