Legend of the Great Saint

Totem columns collapsed and rocks splashed.

His head leaned aside and he opened his eyes.

Li Qingshan's eyes cracked and breathed violently, but did not make a sound. It was like the magma rolled deep into the earth, all pressed into his chest.

Silence, silence, does not erupt in silence, dies in silence.

He took a step forward, pulled up the totem pole and smashed it down!

Back off, Li Qingshan back in, then smash!

Boom! Boom! Totem stone columns crumbled.

Li Qingshan entered and retreated.

The emperor is fine, the demon emperor is drunk as a stick, awakens from his dreams, and falls into another dream: “Will the gods also retreat? And forced back by a man! ”

The bloody whirlpool that shrinks in the sky suddenly expands dramatically, hiding a whistle.

The "Twelve Metropolitan Demons" rapidly collapsed, and the totem stone columns were like bone cards, and one fell in flash.

At this time, Li Qingshan stopped, even if there was a constant source of earth divinity and Ashuro's immortality, the wounds could no longer be suppressed, and the will reached the extreme.

The undulating chest suddenly paused and roared as if it had burst from the depths of the earth, the blood was lava and the bones were broken into chaos.

The roar tore apart the great silence between the heavens and the earth, and those who were high, the emperors, and all the cowards, were terrified and shocked, like facing another demon god. And the unusual soldiers, and all the brave men of the world, roared the same.

At last, the colour changed, and at this moment, man overwhelmed God.

“You are...”

Li Qingshan supported a half-screen totem column, and the two giants stood face-to-face.

"Who are you?" he asked, looking solemnly at another god, not at a man. ”

“Li Qingshan.” Li Qingshan finally answered.

Smiled, not laughed, laughed so smoothly, laughed like a mortal.

“Good, I remember that name. We'll meet again. ”

Li Qingshan looked indifferent like a god, spitting out two words: “Sure. ”

At this time, the last totem pillar fell slowly, and the shapes of the tuxedo contracted sharply, resembling a large black tree, fading out leaves, chopping up branches, lonely trunks, accompanied by several broken branches, like an arm that was severed from all fingers.

One voice in the middle: "Finally, clean up the waste of resources! ”

In a moment, dozens of black giant trees burst!

But Xin felt the great difficulty before he could react in the future. His chest was sore and had been pierced by giant trees. Despite everything he wanted to reveal the Yang Gods, the Yang Gods were nailed to this flesh by giant trees.

“No...”

In an instant, the giant tree split and split again, a thick black branch with a finger stuck out of her beautiful eyes, a delicate face, full of dense and numb black trees, so that her face could not be distorted and fell silently from the air.

In an instant, six facsimile disciples descended, their bodies were destroyed and their souls were extinct.

Li Qingshan closed his eyes and frowned tightly. He remembered Nguyen Yaozhu.

Whoa, whoa! Several black giant trees swept by him, but none fell on him.

The only facsimile disciple who was not targeted was Li Yiqiao.

He woke up out of the darkness, wondering, “Am I alive? ”

Killed by the demon gods, they should be wiped out, can't even go back, and this place is neither like Hell Road nor Ashuro Road.

“Dead man!” The fire cried with joy, holding him tight in his arms.

He seemed anxious to kill Li Qingshan, failed to do all he could in a hurry, or the fierce firearms god withstood a lot of damage. The dark light of the swimming wire only severely wounded his consciousness, leaving him in a coma.

Li Qingshan opened his eyes, ignored the call of Ashuro Road, abandoned the cheers of all, and walked towards Black Cloud City.

“Kill him while you can! If you lose this battle, you know what happens. ”

Young-chul pointed to Li Qingshan's back and ordered the threat. The first one rushed up.

The demon emperors face each other, knowing that Yingzhe is telling the truth. If this battle is defeated, even the demon emperor will bear a heavy responsibility. Not to mention fleeing without a battle, it must be a dead end, and it all follows. Anyway, Ying-chul is in the front top of the cylinder. If you can't, leave him behind and push all the blame on him. The dead won't argue.

Little Ansel waved his hand, and the pale hand of three obscure white bones condensed over Ying-chul, who was ahead of him, grabbed another demon emperor.

“Why?” the demon emperor shocked, but saw Ying-chul rush behind Li Qingshan, like a soap bubble broken: “Ying-chul, I grass you Malgobi! ”

Immediately activate the demonic heart and want to demonize a special death. Yet the pale hand seemed to contain a power similar to that which led to the Buddha's light, completely curbing his magic, gently gripping it and crushing it into pieces.

Ying-chul's figure appeared a hundred miles away. He was rushing towards the magic field and looked back: “A bunch of idiots! ”

Even the demon god can't kill a man, the district demon emperor dares to attack him, don't say that he can't kill him, even if it really kills him... it is necessary to fight a cold war, this is the heir of that one, the magic can turn to the sky.

Fortunately, there was this "fantasy bubble” that allowed him to escape.

At this moment, a gloomy voice sounded: "Ying-chul, where are you going? ”

“Faceless evil! ”

As Ying-chul fled, Xiao 'an caught another demon emperor. The remaining eight demon emperors immediately became birds and beasts, but were stopped by the remaining fax disciples led by Dai Mengfan to begin their revenge.

Swordlight whistling! Sometimes agglomerated, sometimes dispersed, Wan Jianfeng fought alone against the three great demons, returned to the usual fighting, suddenly there was a feeling like fish with water. He survived the last blow with his sword repair.

But somehow, I feel like I've missed something. Usually he can fight generously and aggressively, and when compared to the war, it suddenly tastes like a child staying at home.

I'm confused. Am I wrong? But why am I fighting for? Looking back at Li Qingshan, why did he fight?

Li Qingshan is bending over to pick up the missing knife handle.

The idea of a razor knife and soul remains, such as the windy silk: “Aoyama! Wonderful... battle... but... here I am...”

“You're a good knife!” Li Qingshan smiled, not very sad. This was the fate of the warrior and the fate of the soldier blade. It would be a shame if the battlefield could not be fought.

“If the sword and soul also have an afterlife, I will be born Ashuro to fight alongside you and see what enemies there are in nine days!” The Frenzy Knife's soul suddenly pulls itself together and is a return to light.

“Okay, that's the deal! ”

Li Qingshan suddenly felt some acidity in his nose, gripping the knife handle and throwing it into the bloody swirl that gradually came together in the sky.

The last razor knife turned into a red light and disappeared with the bloody vortex.

At that moment, the power belonging to Ashuro was withdrawn from him and his body gradually became smaller, but he still felt as heavy as Tarzan and walked hard.

He took a deep breath and kept moving forward.

At this time, the fax disciples had won the overwhelming victory. After losing their unified command, the demon emperors suddenly turned into a scattered sand, and they were all in a hurry to get out of the war.

Li Qingshan did not see the fierce struggle behind him. He walked to Black Cloud City, only Nguyen Yaozhu was sitting at ease. Nine colored deer assisted him. The wound pierced by giant wood was nearly recovered, leaving only a fine red mark on his snow-white skin.

Looking at Li Qingshan, he said with surprise: "Brother Li! ”

Li Qingshan shouted and fell to the ground.

“Even the incarnation of the demon god failed!” Faceless demon dragged a broken arm, single-handedly played Ying-chul's head, no five officials' faces fluctuated: “The Dark Sun Demon's heart is mostly on Li Qingshan, I'm afraid he is the legendary man, this is my chance to become a demon god, never let go! ”

Young-chul's head shouted: "My lord, forgive me!” Observing the “look” of a faceless evil god, knowing that he was unfortunate, he laughed instead: “Do you dare to intervene in such a great robbery with one evil god? ”

The faceless evil god crushed Ying-chul's head and disappeared into place. He turned to the top of Black Cloud City and reached out and grabbed Li Qingshan.

“Aoyama! ”

With a thunderstorm, Xiao 'an couldn't react. Even if he did, he couldn't resist an evil god.

At this time, the seven stars of the cloudy sea sparkled as a knife descended from the sky and severed the other hand of the faceless evil god.

A female martial arts god of Silver Armor descended from the sky. Heran was proud of the sky. His face was cold and his knife pointed at the evil god. He was about to avenge Snow Hate. The corner of his eyes swept away and landed on Li Qingshan's face. He suddenly opened his eyes.

“Li Qingshan!? ”