Legend of the Great Saint

“We help Brother Li!” Daimonfan resolutely said: “Kill this monster! ”

The best option would have been to cross the “Kung Fu" and sweep away the ordinary demons, but without help, the Xuan Wu Army gods could not support it at all.

She threw a thin veil towel, floating away, rising against the wind, blinding the sky in the blink of an eye, rolling clouds flickered on the towel, as brilliant as a burning cloud, passing towards the "clouds".

This “Fire Cloud Shawl” is a great gift from the Lord and can cover a thousand lengths. Once covered, the demon emperor must also be devoured by Yunxia.

Whoops! Once Wan Jianfeng sword handle turned, the sword light broke out, first of all to the “Yingfeng” big one-eyed.

“Qibao Linglong" buzzed and the guns around him opened. Clicking and clicking, in the sound of a metal collision friction, the bow is completely open, forming a main cannon, gathering the light of the star point.

All the facsimile disciples leaned forward and performed the most proud spell of their lives, the toughest magic treasure, and flew towards the “clatter”.

Lu Biming resolutely said: "Fire! ”

Buzzing, “Qibao Linglong" suddenly emitted a thousand rays of light, a blue column erupted in the main guns of the ship, heavily bombarding the chest of "Qiao”.

In the moment, the spectacular light intersects across the sky, breaking apart and scattering, forming an ocean of light. It was submerged in its huge shape and its body was inclined backwards, letting go of the Xuanwu Army God with both hands.

Lu Birming stood in front of the starboard window, looking at this rare and spectacular scene, his heart said: “Such an offensive is a mountain and easily flattened. This‘ false sword ’can withstand several more rounds of offense!” Smile: “But the spirit of the demon suppressed it. This is the perfect time for me to build this Qibao Linglong! ”

Such a glorious and eye-catching light is as if it were the dawn of victory.

Li Qingshan only needed a little breath, but his heart was even less relaxed. A greater sense of crisis came along: “This is not enough, far from enough! This goddamn demon can never be defeated so easily. ”

Knock! A dice in Lotte's hand broke, the corner quickly stained a layer of frost white, his face much older, and he suddenly opened his eyes: “This is the end! ”

Dreamfan's face was white and the "Fire Cloud Shawl” was torn to pieces by flying through the sky.

Boom, boom, boom! All the pharaohs flew backwards, even directly damaged.

A huge black palm was suddenly stretched out in the heavy light, grabbing a half-assed Seven Po Ling boat.

Until Lu Birming had reacted, the starboard windows were covered in darkness, a sound of pings, and the tortoise broke. The hull produces a distorted * * sound that compresses rapidly inward.

Boom! The indestructible Qibao Linglong ship was crushed by the "Boom” and thrown on the ground like a wreck.

Lu Birming ripped open the distorted hull, bathing his blood, exposing his bones and almost collapsing his flesh.

Daimonfan shouted, "Brother Lu, be careful! ”

In front of him, the shadow of terror fell again. Lu Birming looked up, and the darkness filled the field of vision. It was so easy to tell that it was the shape of a foot palm, and the terror intruded directly into the center.

“No...”

Boom!

The giant foot stepped down, the earthquake shook, the fragments of the Qibao Linglong boat scattered, Lu Birming's breath disappeared, and even the Yang God never came out.

“Zhu” is just a scratch, Lingbaobao owner Lu Birming- meteor down!

The fax disciples were stunned and could not believe what was happening in front of them. The cousin Wang died so easily.

The light danced, the smoke dissipated, the “dust" was almost undamaged, and the city of Manchuria laughed: “Bugs! It's all bugs! ”

“Zhibao" raised his head, his big one-eyed eyes suddenly erupted a dark red light column, more than ten times thicker than the main cannon of the "Qibao Linglong” ship, instantly through the void, sweeping past.

Almost all the facsimile disciples were swept away. The heavy body care technique was broken. Only the protection treasure could resist it. It was also severely struck by a heavy impact.

There is only one true disciple with a strong body, riding a bear, holding up a dark and heavy "solemn shield” to resist the impact.

Daimonfan warned: "Brother Bear is not strong! ”

However, it was too late, and the stare of the "bamboo" concentrated, and the dark red light column suddenly condensed into a beam of light that instantly penetrated the shield.

The true disciple stunned to bow his head, only to see a large hole in his chest, even the Sun God was penetrated. Seated bear just screamed, that beam swept downward, slicing it in half. The human body fell from the air with the bear body.

The second facsimile disciple crashed with an Imperial Mount. Three men survived five robberies and were slaughtered like pigs and dogs.

Facsimile disciples think they're going crazy, or they're already crazy. All hope and fortune were shattered and the war was far more devastating than ever imagined.

This is not a practitioner's struggle. There are all kinds of life-saving means available, and the least expensive is to reveal the Sun God.

It's war, two worlds of war. With this excessive destructive power, even the Emperor is easily killed. No-one dares to say that they will survive when they stare at any of them.

The great terror grabbed everyone, and at this moment, the golden light sparkled.

“Zhu” lowered his head and saw only the giant blade in the hand of Xuan Wu Jun penetrated his abdomen. The knife flashed and the two arms collided violently.

In the drums of the Zhen Tian Wars, Xuan Wu Legion stormed into the Demon Battalion, and the Demon People also organized a large army against the enemy. Contrary to the silence of the human sergeant, the devil's people roared wildly, shouting and shouting at each other.

The winds whizzed, the floods swept and approached quickly.

Bang, bang, bang, bang...

A wave of iron and steel floods crashed into each other on a turbulent earth. Hands up and down, spears like woods, arrows through the sky, cold soldiers blades madly harvesting flesh.

Blood quickly stains the earth red, and a long “blood line" rapidly expands.

Each front is a hunting ground staggered by the teeth of a war beast, and no one retreats, be it a mad demon or a silent human being, doing their utmost to stab a knife gun into the enemy and then be killed by the enemy behind it.

With millions of armies, the demon people occupy an absolute number of things, and are insane, almost dying to rush towards the Xuan Wu Legion.

The Xuan Wu Regiment is even more capable of fighting. Five men in one, the team leader leads the battle; ten men in one, the team leader leads the battle; 100 men in one, the team is leading the battle.

The array was clear, cooperated with the tacit agreement, under the command of the captain, the school captain and the brigade commander, with the awareness of the inevitable death, kept moving forward, there was a shadow shaking in the heart.

The iron and steel floods pushed forward unstoppably, and the massacre devoured all the demons encountered, itself constantly consumed, and every moment someone fell.

No purpose, no end, just one faith, a roar: "Go! ”

Instead of being attenuated by mass warfare and death, the Xuan Wu Army gods swelled and the broken cape swept violently and made every effort to insert the giant blade deeper into their hands in this wild killing.

A giant black palm falls and snaps the head of the Xuan Wujun God, and "Zhu” becomes even bigger than before.

“Rock the tree, meaningless! ”

The helmet of Xuanwu Army God twisted and collapsed under the huge palm, revealing a cold face like that of Li Qingshan God, listening to the sound of horseshoes and thunder.

Far away from the fire, thousands of armies rushed, a fiery knight on a horseback came.

Fire God!