Legend of the Great Saint

Black Cloud City is cold and snowy. There are a number of sergeants wandering the streets and discussing the recent all-army battle.

Previously, at this time, the war began again, with long fronts of canine teeth staggering, the two armies bathing blood and melting snow and frozen earth with hot blood. The city will mobilize in the heat of the sky, keep fighting, cultivate, fight again, turn into a white bone, or use your hands to build a meritorious business and open a cultivation avenue.

There is fear, but more is expectation, but this year was unexpectedly disappointed, and the demons never showed up.

Everyone is guessing that this is probably related to the slaughter of Cold Blood, and that the magic has not yet reached the point of replenishing soldiers, nor can they be killed into the magic, nor can they just wait.

Therefore, only Jingtu Temple has been busy, Abbot Yangon even put down practice, take advantage of this opportunity to purify the earth, compress the boundaries of the magic, and there is no time to cross Li Qingshan.

In such a peaceful atmosphere, the leader of the Legion of Fire, “Big Brother” Li Yueqiao, became more and more restless. He needed to let the flames burn and kill as much as he wanted, otherwise he would feel pain.

The flame lines flowed beneath his robust muscles, like rushing lava, as his breath dawned. His blues were exposed and his muscles were knotted.

Who can imagine that the most important thing to do on a weekday is patience and constant patience. If it does not erupt in patience, it perishes in patience. He often tasted the taste of doom, a pile of ash.

If his powers were dispersed, his temper would probably be more silent than that of an old monk who had been painstakingly cultivated for years.

But lately, patience has become more difficult because of someone.

“Li, Qing, Shan! ”

The fire burst into flames, his dead fists tightened, and he suppressed the fury of frenzy. The only piece of reason left was to tell him it was probably his robbery.

The true intent of the fire was to rise, he had already reached the crown peak, and when the rise could not rise, he began to reverse phagocytosis.

If you can't stand it, kill the kid at all costs, and the pressure from the Sect is easy to carry, but it means that the power is out of control, then you're not far from death. But patience is unbearable.

Bite the teeth tight, eyes cracked, tears bled and evaporated instantly.

Strength, also suffering.

But he was confident that if he survived the robbery, he would have the opportunity to go further. It is precisely this kind of rage that is needed to induce the fire, rather than burning rationality and depleting food in the heat.

Robbery is also an opportunity.

Under the gray stone tower, Li Qingshan didn't know he had made people cry angrily. Though he is only a fuse, even if Li Huiqiao comes to the door now, he is not empty.

A new little world has solidified. Tortoise Phoenix, all stretched. Fire, wind and water, each to its own position.

At this point, the question of the divine balance was finally resolved. He practiced whatever he wanted. He practiced until the number of times. He practiced until the number of times. It was as if unlocking it. Since then, "The sky is high and birds fly, the sea leaps with fish”.

If this is not enough to crush Li in the face of the showdown, then his breakthrough to the fifth heavenly robbery is close to the moment. If you don't lose your Yin Gods, you can break through instantly as long as your obedience is refined into the Yang Gods.

But that's okay, he's basically in "The Nine Changes of the Divine Devil", not "The Book of Freedom," until he pushes the four changes of the Tortoise Phoenix to the sixth place, believe it or not, we can't ferry.

“Hi, I've been holding back for so long that I can finally stretch my bones! Alas!”

In the midst of the happiness, another sigh of sighing, the proud day did not return, if she succeeded in the ferry, she should have killed back. Because of the woman's nature, it is impossible not to come here to “remember” him, he has developed a set of remarks.

Since she never came, I'm afraid that's a bit less fierce. But there is a glimmer of hope that if she dies in battle, the lifelight goes out. The Vientiane Sect cannot be silent, but it can also be a blockade of news to avoid military instability.

Is it too deep? It's not helpful to think about it, leave the general assumptions behind, stand up and say hello to Xiao An: “Let's go out for a walk, find a good place to practice, ferry! ”

“Okay.” Xiao An smiled. “I'll protect you. ”

“Lord Lau Xiao An. ”

……

The sky turned back proudly and saw only a pale colour, blocking the void.

Just climbing to the peak and escaping from the dead, he was struck down by the abyss and endangered.

Eyebrows closed, my heart flashed: “Is it hard to escape? ”

Spin your eyes open, the eyebrows like knives, smile, greet the pale despair, finger like knives, one knife chopped off!

“Out of the way, fix it wildly! ”

Above the heavens, a loud drink, thunderous.

The blue light flashed, blood splashed, pale claws, wrists broken.

When the faceless evil god suffered, he hurriedly stopped, but retracted only one broken wrist, his face violently wriggled, his voice darkened: “True sword! ”

The Golden Armor God will descend from the sky, and the divine light will shine in all directions. Behind you, the cape flies like a flag.

He held a black sheath of swords with his hands, a tortoise snake tray, a seven-story array, a suicidal atmosphere, across the earth.

The Twelve Demons are all battling chestnuts, even the chaos of evil Ying-chul, and the battle between the teeth, as if a great deal were at stake. Had it not been for the faceless demons, they might have broken apart.

After a tour of Xuan Guang, he returned to the sword sheath, and took the qi of killing as one.

He escaped with pride and blinked his eyes: "The Six-Armed God!? ”

The Golden Kosher will smile and smile: “Exactly, the King of the Lower Kosher God, Wenqing, the sword of the True Wushu God is in his hand, please forgive me for not being able to salute you. By the word of Xuantian God, I hereby invite Daoist friends to travel to the Abnegation Palace. ”

Xuantian God is the Emperor of True Martial Arts, one of the honorable titles.

The sky looked down proudly, and the pale claw had not yet landed, turning into a dead ash. The Faceless Evil God leads the Twelve Demons, but he dares not approach the previous step.

And the Kozi God mowed Wang Wenqing's phoenix's eyebrows, his face was white and his ceremonial appearance was not like that of a god who was fighting in the magic domain, but rather like a warrior who was barking against him in his own family yard, and he did not put the faceless evil god and the Twelve Demons in his eyes.

She gave a gift: "Thank you for saving my life!” But his eyes could not help but look at the sword in his arms and feel a moment of kindness and awe, as if facing a stern father.

In the name of "Rokdin Rokkaa", he is the nearest guardian of the Real Wu Emperor, but his main function is not to fight the demons. Often summoned by the Taoists of all sides, the wind thunder is exerted and demons are sent down, so no one knows.

However, the "Koshi God" is not enough to deter an evil god, even though it is the head of the Six Koshi. And the higher the cultivation, the greater the constraints of the law. In this magic, if the Faceless Evil God makes the Twelve Demons lay down the Twelve Heavenly Demons, then a few more fairies will dare to fight.

What they truly fear is the sword in his hand, the sword of the Lord of True Martial Arts.

The heavens sighed proudly: "The power of a sword, as far as S! ”