Legend of the Great Saint

Li Qingshan suddenly smiled.

In that instant, the light broke open heavy lead clouds, showcasing all the hectares of Bibo.

For a while, the clouds scattered and the snow and wind subsided.

As if the clouds were burning, they turned orange yellow purple red. Undispersed wind and snow, golden by the sun, like golden rain, beautiful wheels.

This is called a god. “Anger” is lava fire, thunder rage; “sadness” is wind and snow call sign, lead clouds are in the sky; “laughter” is sunshine, all in all in the spring.

The sword cultivators in the Hidden Sword Palace, their eyes widened, their mouths opened, and they couldn't look at the wonder of the world. For some reason, the sky has changed.

But some suddenly realized something. Looking up at the man at the top of the mountain, he looked at the sky itself and muttered to himself: “That's the ‘Man King', no wonder, no wonder!” No wonder he can present such weather, or why he can hold the Master of the Sword Palace in his arms.

Yu Zijian first emitted an astonishment, this incredible true divine power. Then he laughed, knowing that he had agreed to his request.

“Thanks, Bull Masters! ”

Four eyes, one pair of red eyes, one pair of purple eyes, they are long gone from the way they used to be, step by step through the dead mountain blood sea, become immortal gods and powerful sword repair.

At this moment, however, the sun outlines the side of their cheeks, smiling face to face, as if they were teenagers and teenagers, never forgetting that first heart.

“But it's not enough to fix it to help me! I have others to see, this sword must be here first!” Li Qingshan threw an ancient bronze sword at his fingertips and stepped toward the clouds of flames, Bibo Wanhectare, disappearing into the sea sky.

“This is!?” Yu Zijian grabbed the ancient bronze sword and immediately felt the unusual. The sword's edge shook with a strange tremor, implying a hint of dragon bark, as if to turn into a true dragon, it needed to be prompted to fix it all in order to hold it tightly, but it stirred up the sun god in her body, and then shook, completely out of control.

Purple eyes blinded for a moment. In trance, she saw the sun and moon stars flying. The sword concentrated the path of the sky, the will of the dragon.

She held the handle of a sword in her hands, as if lying on the back of a dragon, flying over nine days, swimming side by side with the stars of the sun and moon, looking back, mountain and river grass were all in sight.

Alpine obstacles encountered in the practice road turned out to be little folds and fluctuations. There are no unbreakable bottlenecks or insurmountable dilemmas in the world.

Skywalker, the gentleman is self-sufficient.

“The sword!” Yu Zijian broke the name of the sword.

Li Qingshan has traveled 10,000 miles away, suddenly turned back and revealed a surprising colour. Even his god of the world did not expect such a change. Think about it, smile and nod, without any doubt, she will help him.

When the Bear's "hegemonic village chief” gave him this sword, he was already a fairy of the six heavenly robberies and the Yuan gods, but did not immediately enter the mystery of the sword, only as an ordinary bronze ancient sword.

Later on, we learned that the sword was powerful, and it was only used as a lumberjack. Until we learned about the "dragon change”, we were able to operate freely and exert extraordinary power.

However, Yu Zijian is only five times heavenly robbery, the Yang god cultivated it. It is incredible that the Xuanxuan sword just started to resonate.

But when he thought about it, he thought to himself:

One is that she is the body of pure yang, the way of the dry dragon, brings her own Halo of Heaven, compared to his demon, the dragon snake dance together, can be pure more.

The second is that she is a true sword repairer. For many years, she has practiced swordplay. Even the Yang god is condensed from the fetus of the sword. It is very different from the ordinary Yang god monk. He always chopped people with a knife. Though he knew Kendo well, he didn't actually have the love from his heart, so he couldn't hesitate to throw his sword at her.

This sword was prepared for her, and it was an opportunity.

Swinging the sword thorns, as if all the bottlenecks were broken at once, opening a path to the sky, no more confusion, the lack of tightness is time and resources.

And Li Qingshan, as the god of the world, the Lord of the magic domain, could pour a great deal of resources on her until she became a generation of sword fairies.

The body of pure yang with its own destiny, the sword of the Supreme Emperor, the king of demonic gods against the heavenly revolution, the three rare opportunities of the world converge in one. This is an opportunity that will only arise when the heavens and the earth are plundered. Otherwise, the Lord will not lose his sword, nor will the Demon King be born.

“It's purple gas, it's expensive! ”

Yu Zijian's heart settled down and slowly pulled out his three-foot blue flank, pointing to the dome, praising him: "Good sword! ”

Kendo has never been very easy to fold, sharp and frustrated. It is easy to crash into battle, and the roads are too fierce and pure. At first, it entered extremely quickly, but it became increasingly difficult to reach the very high realm. Therefore, Kenzi is never rare, but there are many true fairies who use swords as weapons.

But the Sword Fairy is different from the ordinary True Fairy. He is in charge of killing and killing. He is not necessarily her opponent. Isn't he a strong supporter?

As she said, the Great Robbery of Heaven and Earth is precisely the stage of sword cultivation. It has become a great source of sword fairies and has been a hero since ancient times.

This is a great opportunity and a choice for her.

Without such determination, Li Qingshan would not give her the sword of Xuan. In order to ensure her safety and security in the five continental world, she would avoid war fire and even unconsciously influence her to enter the country.

In that way, Li Qingshan, the protector, became her biggest shackle, and fortune became the root of evil. Time runs out, the sword becomes dusty, gradually loses its sharp light, and she probably loses her chance to become a sword fairy forever.

This is really fantastic, Cheng Xian.

This is the most delicate thought in the human heart, Buddha Cloud “there are 900 lives to die for a moment”, how can even the gods be counted down. But it is this tiniest idea that determines the most magnificent and distant path, so that mortals can become gods.

If Niu directly gave him strength, there would be no Li Qingshan today. Enjoy yourself at most and turn to ash as soon as the heavens and the earth loot arrive.

It is all that is fundamental that human beings always yearn for luck and opportunity without knowing the faith in their hearts. The difficult obstacles along the way are sharpening this sword. So past failures and misery are not to be lamented.

It is not about being strong and free, but about being strong and free.

“Wish you luck, Purple Sword! ”

Li Qingshan met with a “late man" again. He was in a good mood and swept away the haze. Continue along the path of memory. A name is alive and well.

“Flower Disclosure," “Hao Pingyang," “King Ma,” and, "Han Jongzhi.”