Legend of the Great Saint

The smile of Massachusetts became frozen: “Damn, that must be weird! ”

Dai Mengfan also said: "Brother Lu, how dare you build such a giant spiritual armor...”

Lu Bo shook his head: “It has nothing to do with the Giant Spirit A, it is his own power. ”

The facsimile disciples were silent, especially the facsimile disciples who had wagered “Can Li Qingshan become a facsimile disciple in 30 years?" They all had some hot faces.

“The musician still has a brilliant eye! ”

Happy smiled slightly, even though he had never seen his true face before, but as a black horse worth betting on. Now, if he was a black horse, what was he, a bad horse?

The three-day robbery was revamped as an introduction, and shortly after the four-time robbery was passed, the five-time robbery was quickly passed, looking at the entire six-round circle, in the 3,000 world, several more people could do it.

Not to mention having just survived five heavenly robberies, if you reach the peak of five heavenly robberies, don't say to become a fax disciple, the elder brother's seat is nobody else.

“If I look at you, I will only obey Sister Nguyen and bring this boy to Vientiane. ”

Nguyen Yao Bamboo's face turned red, "Brother Moya, nonsense, I don't have any vision, he wants to come himself. ”

Daimonfan said: "Alas, no wonder he disobeys heaven's pride and flames, so he won't give in. It is only natural that the Spiritual Pride should be able to see his destiny and treat him differently. ”

Wan Jianfeng pinned the finger of the sword: “Don't be sad, he is on our side anyway, it is not a bad thing. ”

Daimonfan turned his head: “Of course, save your strength.” Looking at the demon camp, it's a long way to go: “The war hasn't begun yet! ”

At this time, in Black Cloud City, the 500,000 large army of Xuanwu Legion left the city completely, under the protection of the fax disciples, to carry out the final whole army.

The sky was gloomy, Li Qingshan took heavy steps, one footprint at a time, and stood forward, crossing the sea of the crowd.

A golden nail is stained with a layer of blood into a scarlet color. The only razor in the hand is the razor knife. After consuming the blood, a round of knife pattern reveals a hidden red light, which becomes more glamorous.

In a moment, tens of thousands of demons have died under the knife, and that number is rising, and the dead bodies are laid all over the earth.

One knife in the hand, no match, God blocks the god, the devil blocks the slaughter.

However, after the thick mask, his eyes were always black and did not even have a bloodthirsty effect.

It's not like killing on the battlefield, it's more like a farmer waving a sickle mower than a warrior.

The blade swept past, an arc, and the last razor knife was so sharp that there was no tangible touch, let alone a knife wind to kill the enemy. Just wave randomly, a human body is cut open, falling apart.

Anyone who says that human life is like that of an ant is not as good as that of an ant in this situation. The ants still stole their lives, but the demons did not fear death. They rushed up with a wave of yelling and were harvested by a wave. Life became insignificant.

Such scenes are enough to awaken anyone who fantasizes about war, and heroes are butchers.

The Frenzy Knife's soul felt his mood and mocked: “Are you a strange boy? Do you think the enemy is too weak? ”

“Such a battle is not worth my investment. ”

He vowed to fight his strongest enemies, not to slaughter the weak to gain satisfaction. If submerged in such a killing, it is a sincere insult to the Tiger Demon.

However, there is a growing feeling that the war has only just begun and that the enemy battalion is still standing still, like a crawling beast. It has only just touched its fur, at best it is a little painful, especially if victory or defeat is unknown.

Frenzy Knife Soul laughs: "You're Ashuro, no, more like Ashuro than the ones I've seen, so use me! ”

“Yes!” Li Qingshan waved forward, taking another step, his strength surged and his strength quickly recovered.

He crossed the border and stepped into magic. And the magic magic law didn't suppress him, and it even helped him.

A military air condensed the beast, but in his eyes the speed slowed down a lot.

So he waved the knife, and the moment, the time seemed to stand still.

One knife, two knives, three knives... the knife wind in front is not yet dispersed, the knife wind in the back has gushed and compressed together overlapping.

In the eyes of the other party, he suddenly waved an unknown number of knives, a blade flashed, the fierce sword wind shouted, turned into a black tornado whistled away, swallowed the whole military evil beast.

Whatever it is, the demons, the weapons, the armor, once caught in it, it is instantly strangled, blowing up a bloody mist.

The tornado went forward and plowed a deep ditch in the earth.

Li Qingshan glanced at it. No more demons were blocked in front of him. He had already killed through the demon army. Behind him was a bloody road filled with broken limbs.

Tens of thousands of others remained in the demonic army to besiege him, and the commander did not die, but the scene broke his liver and gall. The remaining few military-style beasts are distorting and breaking apart, and morale is crumbling completely.

Li Qingshan took a deep breath and shouted: “Breaker, Li Qingshan! ”

Cheering like a mountain cheering tsunami: “General Shen Wu! ”

Li Qingshan glanced back: “Where's the five captains? ”

The Five Army Captain Qi said: “The Commander will obey! ”

“Follow me and clear the enemy! ”

“No!”

By a single order, half a million troops moved forward together.

Morale is on fire, rolling metal floods, booming forward. It's hierarchical, orderly, and truly a whole.

The remaining tens of thousands of demons and people on the battlefield were crushed by Li Qingshan, demoralized, killed the military heart, hardly any defense, and crushed.

The Xuanwu Legion is like a metal beast, swallowing thousands of demons, knives and guns like teeth, chewing and crushing. Tens of thousands of demons in this area are not enough to devour.

A large number of demons began to flee, but the demon army in the rear suppressed them, forcibly drove them back to the battlefield, and soon all of them were destroyed.

Li Qingshan frowned. What does the devil want to do?

When Dajun followed Li Qingshan's footsteps to the magic domain, the entire army formation was fully expanded, like a metal fan, and he was the axis.

Thousands of eyes, full of fanaticism.

A fierce army gathered towards him, the five army battle flag hunting and dancing, a golden armored martial arts god like Li Qingshan god, rose on him, standing on the ground, still rising, even the fax disciples flying in the air need to look up.

Dai Mengfan exclaimed: “Xuanwu Army God! ”

This is the supreme form of military condensation, an incarnation of an army that requires extremely harsh conditions to emerge.

First of all, the army must be large enough, and the Xuan Martial Corps must have a complete structure for such a long time.

Morale must then be strong enough to be able to congeal up, and only possible.

It will be the soul of the army - it is not enough for the Commander to be endorsed by the whole army, but must be worshipped. A butcher who sees human life as a pastime and enjoys killing must not be truly worshipped.

Only when all the generals have unreserved trust, a desire for victory, and all of it is cast on the Commander will the gods descend.

Li Qingshan felt the infinite power rushing, even far beyond the "divine power of the earth”, even the demon emperor can shoot to death.

“This is the power of the human heart! ”