Legend of the Great Saint

No bullshit, no probing, Li Qingshan will kill!

Like a hungry tiger, staring, roaring, fusing four kinds of magic, all in one.

At the first sight of Qian Jun, the look of the dragon changed, his eyes were like dragons, and his sword-shaking hand suddenly stabilized, waving a string of shadows.

Sword crossing.

The dragon took the knife and poured his torso backwards. The earth burst under his feet and collapsed, spreading all around him.

The flashes are staggered, with a bouncing spark illuminating the two faces. Murder, rage, hatred, madness between dimensions. Tiger eyes glanced at the dragon's eyes, the blade pressed down hard, and a strand of blood fell from the top of the dragon. The fierce sword wind cut him from all sides, emitting a string of metal sharp sounds. He wore a dragon scale like a heavy armor and died resisting the blade.

At the moment when the knife was exhausted, he seemed to have been pressed to the ultimate spring. He swept open the knife vigorously. The sword sharp crossed from Li Qingshan's eyes and opened the front door wide.

Bang! Li Qingshan rolled over and flew out. A colorful palm was deeply branded in his chest, accompanied by a severe pain.

The dragon beard circulated, the sword rushed to his breath, blood flowed from his forehead to the corner of his mouth, and after a moment of fear in his heart, it was only half a step back that he would be finished.

“Yes!" Li Qingshan grabbed the flesh of his chest, tore it down, and spilled hot blood into the frozen soil. His will boiled like fire. He walked to the dragon in great strides.

“You've lost.” The sound of the dragon was low, and the corner of his mouth held a brutal smile.

Li Qingshan grinned and laughed, but did not make a sound. The only sound in silence was wind and knife.

The dragon grinned and greeted him with a sword.

The stars looked at each other coldly, as if they were ordinary sergeants, approaching each other step by step.

Ten steps!

The wind whistled, the killing was violent, and the tiger whistled dragon was hidden.

Li Qingshan didn't do it, nor did the dragon.

Five steps!

The storm screams, the killing is fierce, and the tiger whistles like a drum of war.

Li Qingshan didn't do it, nor did the dragon.

Three steps!

The wind rips, the killer crushes, the tiger whistles, the dragon barks, the tumultuous overlap, straight up the hill!

The light burst and swept everywhere, all submerged in the light and sword.

Swing, swing, swing!

People are like tigers, knives are like wind, swinging wildly. Sleep well, like spirits, live and die!

Little Anne hiding next to her was worried. Dragon's sword technique is superb, the sword sharp turns unpredictable, like dragon snake change, while resisting the knife, constantly swimming through, at an incredible angle, carry a blood trace on Li Qingshan. He is also wearing a dragon-shaped armor and attacking and preparing.

Li Qingshan can only take advantage of the wind if he can't defend himself. His injuries are getting worse and worse. He almost fought with blood.

Xiao An held the Buddha's sword tightly: “If you continue like this, he will...”

The Tiger Demon is changing, so that no other god, including "Phoenix Nirvana," will really die once the battle is over.

Boom! The smoke is like a wolf's smoke. The human figure is chaotic. He walks by mistake and falls alone.

The dragon rose, adding several knife marks and chopping the dragon scales. Look back and smile cruelly.

Li Qingshan knife half kneeling, bathing blood all over the floor. If it's smart, it's time to accept the Tiger Devil's transformation, at least a few more lives. Yet he didn't do it, spitting blood in his mouth and laughing: "Ouch! ”

If it's a Phoenix Nirvana that kills the heart of courage, it's better not to. If you retreat for greed and fear of death, you might as well die generously.

Unconsciously, the wind stopped.

Dragon toned his breath, turned around, stared at his back, clearly so weak, but he was deeply constrained. Without hesitation, flash closer and cut off a sword!

Ann bit her lips and closed her eyes: "Get up! ”

Wind!

Li Qingshantou did not return to grasp the blade, blood flowed along the blade.

When the color of the dragon changed, he faded to the extreme breath and climbed again, “How is this possible! ”

Big wind! In an instant, a storm broke, grinding columns of smoke, flying sand and stones, and faint.

The wind god wings spread gently, and each time they flared, the storm became more violent.

Li Qingshan is the heart of the storm!

The dragon was so colorful, he did his best to motivate the blade: “Die! ”

The sword light crossed, but disappeared. Li Qingshan disappeared, leaving only the last razor knife slanted into the ground.

“Huh, escaped?” The anxiety in Dragon's heart is growing.

The blade trembled, pulling up, heading straight into the sky and falling into a giant hand.

Dragon suddenly raised his head, his gaze hole penetrated the wind and sand, Li Qingshan was hovering over his head, a pair of red eyes overlooking him, the wind god wings behind him blended with the storm.

Li Qingshan couldn't get far, Xiao An slightly turned her back, thanked her for her trust and support, didn't see him in distress to save his life, understood how difficult this was for her.

Listen to the wind silently: "This is... the Six Tiger Demons. ”

The silent madness of the knife's soul suddenly said: "Boy, the knife is still young! I lost to a broken sword. ”

“Listen to me roar.” Li Qingshan smiled and waved the last razor knife, and the storm rolled.

At this moment, as if he were the god of wind, he blackmailed the power of heaven and earth from the sky.

The dragon's expression was condensed, Xu slowly danced and abandoned the sword. A powerful sword condensed and hidden the killing machine. Three thousand "Heaven and Earth Sword Tips" formed a sword array to counteract the heaven and earth wind gods.

“Heaven and earth hide swords, 3,000 arrays! ”

“Hundreds of flowers! ”

The last razor knife dances the storm, the glorious knife is like a hundred flowers, the handle as a branch, the blade as a caliper, the wind as a petal, the glorious bloom!

The sword is broken! Three thousand swordlights, submerged in the wind.

But the dragon was undamaged. "But that's it! ”

Li Qingshan slowly spewed out two words, but changed his color: “Thousand flowers! ”

The last razor knife in hand, this iron and steel blossom blossoms once again.

The earth was cut off by a layer, leaving only the central dragon, desperately waving the sword to resist, the color of the god as crazy.

Boo!

The Immortal Abandoned Sword flew out of hand and was covered with fine knife marks. He was scattered in dragon scales and shaved by wind and flowers.

The dragon's face was horrified, like a nightmare, but he heard two words: "Millions of flowers! ”

The momentum suddenly collapsed, and a bloody mist erupted on him, turning into a colorful light, fleeing to the magic at all costs.

He was fast as lightning, despite the energy of his blood. However, the flowers blossomed and overlapped, as if infinitely, one layer cut off the light, raw struck him from the light back into the human form, a shadow covered.

Li Qingshan stopped him from going. His expression was furious, but his eyes were so clear that he reflected his distorted face.

His eyes frightened him, the chestnuts, and he could not move.

With all the flowers and all the light, there was only one razor knife left in the heavens and the earth, and one knife went into his chest, not to the handle.

The blade penetrated from the back, and the afterwaves tore the earth apart, turning it into a long wind for thousands of miles, leaving a deep ditch.

The storm suddenly subsided.