Legend of the Great Saint

Xuan Wu Jun God stood on the battlefield, immobilized as a mountain, looked up to all.

This is Li Qingshan. He is a staunch, one sword at a time, destroying the enemy formation, and the sergeants gave him a response.

Without turning back, Li Qingshan clearly saw an ordinary face, a pair of hot eyes, each of them so ordinary and small, like an ant.

But Li Qingshan felt that they gave him much more power than his own. No, that's the source of his power.

He was as small as they were, with the most ordinary desires, wine and beauty, eager to fight and triumph, one step at a time to this day.

Talking about what's noble, why is it cheap?

He closed his eyes and a conviction grew stronger.

“They're not ants! Me too, not the ants! ”

Massacre shouted, “Shoot the arrow! Shoot the arrow! Keep throwing stones and smash it to death! ”

Li Qingshan's eyes were wide open, Xuanwu Army gods shouted at the sky, sounding at the clouds, and the waves were raging. The sky swept through the rain of arrows, the flaming meteors cooled and broke, and the wind poured all over the demon camp and countless military flags fell.

The city of Massachusetts was in shock and took a few steps back.

The power of wrath, falling apart.

In the Xuan Wu Legion, a sergeant roared, mute and tall, so small and pathetic compared to the roar of the gods. But soon, a sergeant roared and turned into a buzzing ocean.

And then again, the crowd shouted, the mountain shouted, the tsunami.

The true disciples were all frightened, some blinking their eyes, seemed unbelievable. On these weekdays, they didn't even look at the ordinary military cadets, and they were able to erupt such a strong momentum, making them all realize that they were a lonely boat in the big wave of wind.

The military gas burned like fire, and the gold cape was woven inches behind the Xuanwu Army God, and the blade of the mad knife was condensed into an inch in the hand.

Far from the other end of the battlefield, the fierce army is assembling, unlike the Xuan Wu regiment, with a greater variety of troops, 100,000 iron riders in addition to heavy infantry, as well as a large number of light cavalry and bowmen.

Unlike Li Qingshan, Li Qinghuo rode a red horse, stood in front of the army, looked at the scene, listened to the roar, did not know what he was thinking.

The fire was so amazing: "How dare this boy do this! That's all I'm proud of. ”

Li Qiqiao turned his head: “It was unexpected indeed. ”

"'I thought he was going to ask you to face him,' said Firefly. 'He came to commander Qi from the flank. Isn't he afraid you might get away with something? ”

In fact, they hardly have any communication, let alone argument. This is a matter of life and death, and it is up to Li Zhiqiu alone to make the decision.

If they're living and dying, they're enemies who can't help but hate each other to die. Before the Great War, there was no soul exchange or ice release, so all the handsome armies went to war.

"“ He won't, and neither will I. ”

The flame stared at Li Huiqiao: “You men are strange! ”

“Strange?” Li Liaoqiao stared at Xuanwu Army God and said silently: “I have received the Book of War! ”

Raising the spear high, the flame bears lit up, poured over and wrapped one horse at a time, burned more and more, the fire shone, illuminated a pair of eyes, retrieved the sight falling on the Xuan Wu God, they also had their own military god.

Tu Wancheng turned and fled back to the Chinese army. Twelve of them were in the Great Battalion of Tianxi Sha, fearing that they would be slashed by the Xuanwu Army God. Without the Demon King laughing at him, all the faces were heavy.

Ying-chul closed his eyes and smelled a slight crisis: “Let him not continue to muster his military strength, order the witches to begin the sacrifice of heaven! ”

The sound of chanting the spell rang from all sides, low and gloomy.

Witches wish them dancing on an altar as if the ancients were praying to the sky for rain. But it is not the sky that surrounds it, but the sky of the devil.

Can there not be a sacrifice for rain? The sacrifice is not three sacrifices, but a living demon.

The earth's corpses swept across the wilderness and bloodshed into rivers. They were all slaughtered by Li Qingshan and devoured by Xuanwu Army. At this time, a little magic suddenly rose.

The clouds of evil in the sky are tumbling, heavy and low, as if there is an unnameable horror, tasting the taste of sacrifice.

Witches kneel down on the altar, put their foreheads on the ground, raise their hands, and praise them with madness: "O devil, O devil, O devil! The Supreme God, the Immortal God, the Everlasting God! You are the mother of chaos, you are the source of all evil! ”

Millions of demon and people's armies all landed in five bodies, and the twelve demon emperors lowered their heads deep.

Li Qingshan's head looked up to him. There was a familiar feeling. When the dark sun came, the devil's heaven tried to crown him, but he did not hesitate to refuse, and stood on the opposite side of the magic. At this time, he only felt disgusted.

Demonic Heaven seemed to recognize him. Under the low pressure of the tumbling cloud, the laws of heaven and earth were constantly interwoven, filled with evil and indistinguishable whispers, echoing in his heart by his ears, seemingly seducing him and appearing to threaten him.

Young-chul lowered his head and took a strange glance at Yu Guangguang. This time the sacrifice seemed a bit peculiar, and the will of Demon Heaven was very strong. Let him be brilliant, but he can't even think of breaking his head. The man in the Emerald God is the legend chosen by Satan.

The cloud cover is like overthrowing the high head of the Xuan Wushu God. Li Qingshan drank violently, swinging his sword to the devil's heavens.

In time, the whispers turned into a tremendous tsunami, and the clouds of the devil were turbulent.

Shouting, the rain is pouring.

Like a river falling, black rain connected to the rain curtain, blocking sight, ruthlessly washing the earth, rapidly sinking into mountain floods and drowning into Xuan Wu Legion.

Li Qingshan cut down a sword and cracked a deep ditch on the earth.

However, the storm continued and the clouds rolled. The flood rushed into the ditch and quickly came up again.

The power of the Xuan Wu Army God is not endless, and while military might can help the soldiers resist many spells, it can't stop the flooding.

This is not a human being, but a natural disaster. It is the wrath of Satan.

Daimonfan ordered the disciples to deal with the flood and look back at Black Cloud City: "Brother Leather, don't do it yet! ”

Of all the facsimile disciples, only Piyang Qiu remained in Black Cloud City and presided over the "Black Cloud Thunder Roar" precisely for this moment.

The demon people have already used this technique countless times, can there be no way to deal with it?

At the top of Black Cloud City, Piyang Autumn double-handed virtual cage array core.

Boom, boom, lightning, thunder.

At his instigation, the dark clouds swept toward the magic all year round over Black Cloud City, sparing no effort to unleash all the power accumulated in the Black Cloud Thunder Roar.

In an instant, the dark clouds clash with the demonic clouds.

For a moment, the lightning was shining.

The roaring sounds shook constantly, unable to distinguish the gaps, and the light intertwined with the madness of darkness, as if the end had come.

In this thunderous roar, the clouds quickly broke apart and the storm gradually stopped.

Clouds fade away and the sun shines brightly on the iron armor, turning into a sea of light.

Beneath the clear blue sky, Xuanwu Army God moved, the cape rose high and the giant blade swung forward.

“March! ”