Legend of the Great Saint

The demons roared hysterically, Li Qingshan looked indifferent, his eyes filled with divine and demonic light, as if they were united with the heavens and the earth, with the abject high-altitude weather.

“This Li Qingshan is very strange. I'm afraid it has something to do with this boundary. Let's get out of here!” The Black Horse versus the Fighter.

“Do you want to swallow the bitter fruit of failure? Do you want to be laughed at by other demons? Do you want more power? I just need some sacrifices.” The voice of the Immortal Abandoned Sword Soul also echoes in the mind of the devil.

“I... want to... win! ”

The devil bites his teeth and cuts his teeth. Suddenly he backfires a sword, blood splashes, a huge horse takes off and looks at the devil with angry eyes: “You...”

“Today's World War I, there's no winning or losing! If we don't win, we're dead! ”

Fighting demons raised the fairy sword and abandoned it, twisting the sword light impatiently swallowed the horse, the horse's head melted in the sword light before it had landed, to stain a layer of blood on the blade, a new force burst out in the body, the magic became stronger and stronger, countering the Li Qingshan Chamber in the sky.

Li Qingshan watched indifferently. “Ready? ”

“Death!” The earth beneath the demons was torn apart and swept to the sky.

Li Qingshan mastered the sphere of the earth's fireworks, descending from the sky.

Boom!

Heaven and earth vibrate, two shadows clogged in the sky, no magic, no sword path, only the fierce collision of primitive forces, the dancing swordwheel and the rings of the earth's firestorm water, in the instant thousands of times.

The air currents and halo rounds of swinging make the entire cultivation field extremely turbulent.

The bloody vortex in the sky flew rapidly, suddenly a small figure was detected deep in the center, wearing a red belly pocket and a ram, and holding a slingshot in his hand, he looked like a little boy.

Yuguang Li Qingshan swept away. "Did you finally bring an Ashuro king? And it seems pretty strong! ”

Although it may seem special, the appearance has no meaning in the practice.

Fighting demons is a big constraint. After all, this is Li Qingshan's cultivation field. If this Ashuro King joins the war to assist Li Qingshan, the situation may become very unfavourable.

“Alas, there's no end to killing, but this place isn't as weak as you think! ”

The little boy opened the eyes of an atheistic dead fish, and it was not unusual for Ashuro to thrive on the fight. Instead, he was tempted to participate in the war. He was not even interested in watching the war. He exclaimed and turned away, raising doubts as to whether he really belonged to the Ashuro clan.

His hands pressed the bloody whirlpool, forcefully earning his legs, descending from the sky, and the fierce aftermath of the battle swept through Shuro Yard, dividing his sides beside him, untouchable.

Yin Qingqing hid in the void, avoided the aftermath of the battle, and suddenly shocked to see the little boy with the dark sun and moon in his belly.

“There's also the Shura Priesthood!” The little boy first landed on the Shiloh Priesthood, then flashed himself to the end of the razor knife, grabbed the knife handle and pulled it out, "Well, it seems like it's called the end of the line razor!” He flashed back to the Shiloh Priesthood Station, which showed that the speed was not under Li Qingshan and the fighting demons, even easier.

He was like a dead fish, lying on the altar of Shura, his eyes staring at the bloody swirl in the sky, waved the razor knife in his hand a few times, a pair of boring, boring appearance, once again makes his race suspicious.

“Let go of me!” The madness of the knife roared and the blade trembled for a moment, but after a bitter war, there was no way to resist the grip of that little hand.

“Alas, it's disgusting again!” He threw the end of the line rave knife aside and held the slingshot in his arms: "Little girl, you're the best! ”

“What the hell is this? No! ”

Li Qingshan's indifferent eyes revealed an astonishing colour, and found the surrounding terrestrial feng shui, appearing slightly uncoordinated.

His posture at this moment, not only stems from his own strength, but also from his absolute control of the entire Shura field - a gesture that he dared not even carry out - and the presence of this little boy created a tremendous breakdown in that control, even if he did nothing.

How could the devil let go of such a good opportunity? Sword Feng successively chopped off the wind ring, water ring and fire ring, and the breaking bamboo to Li Qingshan.

Li Qingshan danced his arm, and the surrounding stone stopped in front of him. His hands suddenly pushed, and the stone collapsed into pieces, turning into a gravel storm.

Fighting demons turned into a tortuous sword and flew away, still caught in a gravel storm.

And the roar was blown up, and the earth was filled with smoke, and hundreds of holes of sores were blown up.

Smoke and dust spread out, the demons of the fight were filled with blurred flesh and blood. “Li Qingshan, that's it, you can't win me, you can't win me forever!” Yan Zhaogao raised his sword and slashed into the void in front of him. He had to get out of Shuro Yard.

“No, kill him first!” The devil's expression changed and his figure subsided.

“You idiot, I'll kill him later, and now I need more sacrifices! ”

“Kill him! ”

The demon bites his teeth tightly, his expression is constantly changing, he speaks to himself loudly in contention, as if the spirit was divided, and there is a huge difference between man and sword.

It's not that the demon fighter is stupid, doesn't understand the reason for weakness before strength, but in the fierce battle, he feels that the idea of abandoning the sword and soul is also permeating, trying to enslave him, it is even more so that he chose to get away without his consent. This situation is very dangerous, even more so than fighting Li Qingshan.

If the sword is given a large number of sacrifices, it will take full advantage. Only in the confrontation with Li Qingshan can he maintain the balance and avoid becoming a sword slave by constantly losing the power of the Immortal Sword Abandon.

“It is true that external forces are not so well resorted to and that forces beyond their control only enslave themselves in turn. ”

Li Qingshan's heart turned, but instead of taking the opportunity to attack, he shouted: "Hey, kid, go home! ”

It is only by driving away this strange Ashuro child that he is sure to suppress the fighter demons in the Shura field, otherwise even if he wins, there is no point.

“What do you care?” The little boy simply flipped over and laid down on the Shiloh altar.

“This is my turf! If you don't come home, come help me, or this place will be ruined and you won't be able to stay.” Li Qingshan Road.

“Are you Ashuro?” The little boy asked weakly.

“In the future, yes.” Li Qingshan unleashed a terrible death breath.

“I hate Ashuro.” The little boy pinched his nostrils.

“Aren't you Ashuro too?” Li Qingshan asked back.

“I hate myself, too.” The little boy switched another finger and continued to pinch his nostrils.

“Well, I'm actually a human being. ”

“I hate humans even more.” Little boy put a nostril in his mouth, "boo! It's like nose shit. ”

Li Qingshan shouted in his heart, "Motherfucker, this damn bear boy! ”