Legend of the Great Saint

The night gradually falls, falling in the deep darkness on all sides, without any light for thousands of miles, the brilliant Vientiane City is like a leaf boat in an infinite sea.

The dark clouds swept through the night sky, and the nights rained briskly and continuously.

The statue of Weiwei in the shallow sea has been completely black. Rain water slides down the thick brow of "Li Qingshan”. His eyes still stare deep into the darkness, ignoring everything behind him.

Captain Luo blinked his eyes soaked by the cold rain and stared at the wound he had left with his own hands. Suddenly he felt like he had lost something extremely important.

Everyone around them had the feeling of witnessing history. When everyone thought that Li Qingshan would have a long reign in Vientiane Sect, the curtain fell in a flash.

Wang Junxing was very sorry, but he could not help Li Qingshan. All he could do was anger these Li Qingshan walkers, hoping that none of these people would die well.

‘Huh, I thought you were a bunch of pussies! ’

Cold Abyss was still high, and the snowflakes danced beside him, and his cold face filled with an icy smile, like the water of the lake that seeped out of the crack of ice on the lake.

Who can resist the majesty of the law?

And then he didn't have to say one more word, and the sergeants walked forward one by one, leaving a mark on the back of the black statue.

The sword is like a lightning bolt that instantly illuminates the face of everyone present and sinks into the darkness.

It all takes place in silence, as if it were some sort of ceremony, delineating itself from the past.

Everyone lost their souls, their pale faces, and their confidence rose when they came. The blood, which belonged to Ashuro, gradually cooled down in the blood vessels, cold as rain, almost shivering with Cesar.

Instead of fighting to the last moment on the battlefield, it succumbed to some invisible pressure, a mortal law enacted by the powerful.

Even a true Ashuro, if he loses his heart, he loses his immortality, let alone them?

It will be the courage of the soldiers!

The man was no longer there, and they were stripped from their ranks and separated into an isolated individual, yet again faced with an invincible enemy.

The determination of the people to become a city became helpless to follow the waves, and the lamb was sacrificed with pride.

Suddenly it became clear that I was not a fierce warrior who dared to face the devil, I was just a practitioner at the bottom of the practice, a "waiter”, “accompanied by reading” and other small characters.

Who can resist destiny?

However, for a moment, "Li Qingshan” was scarred. For example, if he was sentenced to a late sentence, he would not be able to support his weight.

But by the same token, everyone is reluctant to take that deadly blow, causing it to collapse completely.

“Go on, don't stop!” Wang Junxing shouted: “As I said, it must be completely destroyed, and no trace can be left! ”

His eyes were like a hungry wolf, searching for the weakest lamb in the flock, and suddenly he locked one of them: "Hey, you! Don't think I didn't see it, even if you haven't done it, everyone has to do it, otherwise it's the magic dog! ”

In the crowd, the child featured a shock. First, a pair of eyes next to him looked indifferently, and immediately all eyes gathered on him. Feeling the pressure of the mountains, he was already familiar with his closest colleagues. At this moment, he was so alienated that he was alone.

“General...”

He looked up at the black statue, and the rain instantly blurred his gaze, and as soon as he walked forward and waved gently, he could be freed from the immense pressure.

But somehow, I remembered the Xuan Wu Army God in the battlefield, who condensed the trust and hope of all, and he was one of them!

So he couldn't do it. Instead, he somehow spit out a sentence: "May the general die...”

Like a slogan, like a promise. When I heard that, those indifferent eyes suddenly changed strangely.

“What did you say?” Wang Junxing did not hear clearly.

The child's great work slowly turned his head, a fierce faith filled his heart, his eyes hidden red, angry at Wang Junxing: “Godmother! ”

“Again, you don't want to do it, do you want to betray the door too!? ”

This sentence once frightened all the facsimile disciples into questioning, and the lowest “waiter”, the child, threw up in his mouth: “So what? ”

Cold Frown frowned, the situation was a little out of control, and immediately interrupted Wang Junxing. Wen advised: "This brother, Li Qingshan has turned away from you, don't be obsessed. ”

Speaking of later, the tone was full of warning, and the giant beast at his feet seemed to feel the owner's emotions, suddenly revealing his fangs like a machete, staring fiercely at the child's work.

The child's feats were cold and his teeth fought, and a strong sense of fear appeared in his heart. He almost had to bow his head to mistake. But then I remembered the Battle of Black Cloud City, the magic incarnation of heaven and earth, the slaughter of these fax disciples, like the slaughter of dogs, how many times more horrible than Cold Abyss, didn't they finally defeat them?

Fear suddenly diminishes and the redness in your eyes grows stronger.

“Motherfucker! If it wasn't for Li Qingshan, you fucking fax disciples would have fled back to Vientiane! Li Qingshan may be a traitor to Vientiane Sect, but I have never been sorry for my childhood, never! Besides, if it weren't for Li Qingshan, I wouldn't even know where the doors of Vientiane Sect were opening. He would have died in Black Cloud City! ”

The child's fears were swollen and scolded. His eyes were red and he had no more fear in his heart.

He had no loyalty to the Vientiane sect. They were merely the children of farmers who had been recruited from all walks of life to guard their sides. Though there is an opportunity to build a successful career and cross into the cultivation path, surrounded by bitter cold places and without any cultivation resources, it can eventually become a thousand miles of disciples of Vientiane, and the vast majority turn into a dead bone in Black Cloud City.

Everyone was stunned that a founding monk in the district dared to speak to a Yanggod monk like this.

“Bold!” Wang Junxing shouted and drank, but he was somewhat intense. He saw the shadow of the man on the great merit of the child and provoked deep fear.

Only the cold water was silent, the rain suddenly turned into snow and sky. For a while, the cold weather froze and exhaled into ice. The giant beast under his feet shouted a tremendous roar, shocked and exasperated.

“Boy, do you know what you're guilty of? ”

Cold Abyss asked word for word, he also saw the shadow of the man from the children's achievements, and a strong aversion arose in his chest. Such a man must die!

“I know. Didn't I just die? It's not like I'm not dead. Who am I scared of? ”

Choking, the child pulled his knife out of his sheath and lay it on his neck. "My life was given by Li Qingshan. Give it back to him today! ”

His eyes cracked and his teeth clenched, his hands held the knife handle tight and his strength gradually grew. The blade did not go deep into his neck. Blood erupted immediately, dyeing his half body red.

Instead, he cut the flesh inch by inch, cut the neck bone along the stitches of the bone, and cut the thick neck in half between his eyes.

Until his neck was completely cut off, he grabbed the hairpin with his right hand, lifted his head and showed the crowd a circle, suddenly falling back.

Blood spreads out on the ground, the head rolls aside, and the red light in your eyes fades. It's scary, but it's not half fearful.