Legend of the Great Saint

The Tibetan Sword Peak has been shelled off, a large pit has been shelled, and large rocks have collapsed and broken down, so that the King of this state can possess weapons that are truly terrifying in terms of destructive power alone. It can be said that this is truly the strongest state of King Chu, because unlike the demonic race, people are always not stingy to use foreign objects, even if the most important focus is on the sword sect of their own cultivation, they need an immortal sword. And the Red Dragon King is the sword in the hands of King Chu.

Li Qingshan couldn't help but feel sorry for himself. If this “Red Dragon King” was present, the victory and defeat would be unknown!

“Your Majesty, it's been a long time. Don't come unharmed.” He greeted him with a smile, but with his fangs, his face was naturally very stubborn.

King Chu glanced at him and arched his hand: “One step late, thank you for coming! ”

“I have to help you. You don't have to thank me.” The Dragon King Tan said.

“I understand naturally that thanking me is none of your business.” King Chu said softly.

“Hey, these two guys!” Li Qingshan smiled in his heart, but also understood this step. He was proud of himself, not as casual as he was.

So, a king, a demon king, a half-human and a half demon, all of them contradicted each other, but they stood on the same front.

Together, the three top Qingzhou fighters seem to have no more suspense!

“You fucking...”

The elder stabilized his body, his expression became more distorted and inhuman, and his words were not finished.

“Chiaki!” The Dragon King of the Ink Sea rotates and flies, the heavens and earth are white. With the exception of the dark clouds like ink, and the corrected dragons of the Ink Sea, all the other scenery is turned into pale colors, as if to unfold a resumption painting roll, a thousand worlds, ancient and present, into the painting.

“The last sword, the blood moon is coming! ”

In an instant, Li Qingshan waved a knife a thousand times, synthesized a single blow, a round of arcuate knife broke away, the scarlet red as blood, fierce as fire, as if a round of blood moon fell from the sky, irreversible, nothing was appropriate, became this pale painting roll, the most obvious existence.

King Chu rose empty-handed, “Red Dragon King" was another roar, and the main guns of the ship erupted a red light, like a real dragon fire, destroying decay, destroying everything, at the same time turning his right hand, raising the ancient awkward little ding, expanding a field in the sky, instead of contradicting King Inkhai's "painting roll”, further enhancing its power.

There is no traditional communication, no sight exchange, Li Qingshan, Chu Liwang and Ink Hailong simultaneously, but the cooperation is incredibly tacit, as if after hundreds of millions of exercises.

With the roll unfolding, Qingzhou Ding pressed down, the heavenly and earthly sword realm actually had the potential to collapse. The ten thousand swords also became pale and powerless, completely suppressing the heavenly and earthly sword arrays, and the ink color spread, soaking the blue and shady Tibetan sword peak, as if it were the mountain river in the painting.

At the same time, the blood moon fell into the Tibetan sword peak, and it was not until the red light hit the mountain peak that a smooth knife was broken silently.

Numerous sword holes on the Tibetan sword peak emit countless pieces of blood, and the blood moon in the peak instantly collapses, turning into thousands of fierce swords, destroying and decaying.

In time, the peak of the Tibetan sword was filled with cracks, where the blood floated and trembled violently as if it would collapse at any moment.

Li Qingshan said: “After the two great enemies became helpers, the battle seemed a little too simple. ”

The four monks looked up at the sky like ink mountain waterpainting, and they were all shocked. This is the power of their joint strike. The Tibetan sword peak, which was still so unrivalled, was almost collapsed.

It was only by the likes of Strong that the encroachment of the magic failed once.

They also intended to cooperate with King Chu in attacking the Tibetan Sword Peak, but the reaction was slightly slower. Goodbye to this scenario, they also completely relieved themselves and prepared to defend Tianlong Zen Court.

Suddenly, however, the near-collapsed Tibetan Sword Peak is fast approaching its size!

“Sacrifice the sword with blood! ”

The "Heavenly Elder" merged his palms together, his clothes scattered and turned into powder, his skin also teared, his blood splashed, and he blended into the Tibetan sword peak beneath his feet, and the Tibetan sword peak immediately stabilized.

However, "Heavenly Elder" has no half skin, reveals blood muscles, and can no longer see what it is, like a demon crawling out of Hell's Blood Pool, which, as the sadness of “Sword Slave”, always sacrifices everything for “Sword Soul”.

“The sword returns to its homeland! ”

The elders stood on their feet and plunged one hand into the peak of the Tibetan sword. It was like holding a giant sword, a thousand long swords flew backwards and backwards. The heavenly and earth swords suddenly contracted and ran wildly.

The Tibetan Sword Peak was born out of the scroll and rapidly fell towards the Great Buddha Mountain.

Together, the four monks' kings were weakened to the extreme point of the "Sanskrit Pure World Front", but only for a moment, declaring a complete breakdown.

Faced with the horror of this natural disaster, instinct tells them to evade immediately, or they will surely die. At the foot, however, is the foundation of Tianlong Zen Court, directly bombed by the Hidden Sword Peak, the whole Great Buddha Mountain is going to collapse, and all disciples are going to die under the landslide, so all four of them are still motionless.

The fearless monk said: "Martyr as a temple, today! Not against Zen, not against my Buddha! ”

The three monks then read: "Not against Zen, not against my Buddha! ”

Golden Glow shone, all four monk kings turned into a hundred Jords of Kong, raising their arms to the Tibetan Sword Peak.

Boom! A loud noise, but not an imaginary fierce bombardment, standing beside two black columns, looking up at the columns, is a tall bull demon of the heavens and the earth, carrying the entire hidden sword peak with his arms.

“Aoyama!” Don't be angry, monk.

“You're not leaving! ”

Li Qingshan grinned, his skeleton cracked, forgiveness turned into "cow demon turning”, exerting ordinary cow demon, also difficult to resist the pressure of this hidden sword peak, broken arm bone, broken vertebrae, not to mention flesh, mixed with the earth and stones of the hidden sword peak, turned into a rising fire, yet he hooked a pair of bull horns into the mountain peak, dead to support. A pair of cattle and hooves fell deep into the Great Buddha Mountains, and the Buddha's head cracked and collapsed.

The fearless monk was also moved. "We all owe you our lives!” Then shout out the command: "All disciples follow orders and withdraw from Big Foshan as soon as possible! ”

Though reluctant to admit it, this war has become difficult for them to intervene, and there is almost a difference between Tibetan sword peak. Only the most powerful people, such as King Muhai Dragon, who reached the peak of three heavenly robberies, can join forces with one another and die in vain.

“You bug, look at me crush you! ”

“The Elder of Heaven," he said, was no longer his voice, but the whole Tibetan Sword Peak roaring and roaring.

Rumbling, Li Qingshan's huge body was nearly pressed into Big Buddha Mountain. He made a series of broken bones, but his face became more and more resolute. “Come! ”

A dragon shouted, Mo Yun fluttered, gathered beside Li Qingshan. Together, he held up the Hidden Sword Peak. King Mo Hailong flew around Big Foshan.

“Five lines upside down!” King Chu Lei stepped onto the Tibetan Sword Peak and clapped his hands toward the "Heavenly Elder”.

The “Heavenly Elder" inserted his hand into the Tibetan Sword Peak and strangled it into a sword technique.

Though there is no sword in the hand, it is as if the entire heavenly and earth sword realm is like the palm of the hand. In an instant, the sword clap fought a thousand times. Despite the strange posture, the body cannot be moved, but the wind did not fall, and the afterwaves caused a storm.

A giant inky faucet rose from the eastern side of the Tibetan Sword Peak and burst into bite.

The "Heavenly Elder” sword refers to King Chu, his right leg twisted at a strange angle, and he stomped on the faucet.

The faucet was suddenly transformed into a form - the “inkless” that Li Qingshan had seen before - with a swinging sleeve and a sword cut off.

A metal symphony, “Heavenly Elder” right leg flesh faded, leg bones turned into blade, blocking the blade. So did the left leg, stretching out and the sword flashing.

The red light emitted by "Red Dragon King" was divided into two parts, and the angle changed accordingly, striking King Chu Li and King Ink Hailong respectively.

King Chu Li slapped out, the void twisted in front of him, the red light shifted away and flew to the sky.

The Ink Dragon King was in the shape of ink. From sheltering from the red light, there was a loud noise dozens of miles behind him. A mushroom cloud swept up, and the circular wave lifted a group of retreating monks to the ground.

All four monks can hardly conceal their astonishment. This sword method is simply incredible. It is no coincidence, or even a blessing, that just one defeat.

Twisted strange laughter, anger, happiness, hatred, viciousness in the Peak of the Tibetan Sword, as if the madman hysterical laughter, filled with the meaning of chaos, difficult to discern, but the effect is like a demonic sound irritation. The monks fell and held their heads in mourning. The monks hurriedly practiced Tianlong Zen, so that the disciples would not die.

In the storm, there was no human form of "the elders of heaven" with one enemy, three great extinctions of the Great War.

The illusion is staggered, the illusion is disoriented, sometimes it is the resumption of the painting roll, sometimes it is Qingzhou Vientiane, but the sword of heaven and earth cannot be completely extinguished.

With the help of King Mo Hailong and King Chu, Li Qingshan felt much lighter, but in relative terms, Tibetan Jianfeng still died on him, making him almost immobile, devouring his flesh and bones, his arms became almost a piece of rotten mud, all supported by his body.

Even with more powerful help, it would be futile to repair himself as insufficient, however, how could he ever rely on others!

“Psst!”

Li Qingshan drowned his head, took a deep breath, made a deep cow noise, and hit a cowhead hard on the Peak of the Hidden Sword!

The elder suddenly opened his eyes and did not expect that he still had the power to fight back in this situation, and that the response was so powerful and disregarded everything.

Boom! A huge, shocking noise, the Tibetan sword peak burst into pieces, a wave of air swept for thousands of miles, and 10,000 boulders flew like rain.

Li Qingshan broke his skull, the blood flowed across him. He counted it as a flame. The bear burned, as if he had never extinguished his will to fight. He stepped on most of Buddha Mountain and collapsed. He straightened his torso and shouted, “Come and crush me! ”

The monks looked at Big Buddha Mountain and were temporarily overwhelmed with hearts and minds, making it difficult for them to themselves!

King Chu Li and King Mu Hailong looked at each other and all meant “yes indeed”.

It's his pride to be so aggressive!