Legend of the Great Saint Chapter 135: Wanhua
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No nonsense, no temptation, Lee Qingshan's shot is a lore!
It seems like a hungry tiger is eating, screaming and roaring, and blending four kinds of Divine Ability, it is a whole.
On the occasion of a sudden attack, Si Long's expression changed, his eyes looked like dragons, and the hand holding the sword suddenly stabilized, waving a string of afterimage.
Qiao! Sword fighting.
Si Long took the knife hard, and the body fell backwards. The ground beneath his feet burst and collapsed.
The sharp edges are intertwined, and a burst of sparks illuminates the two terrifying faces. killing intent, Violent Rage, hatred, crazy confrontation between square inches. The tiger pupil stared at the dragon eye, the blade pressed hard, and a ray of blood ran down from the top of the Dragon Head. The violent sword wind chopped on him from all directions, making a series of sharp metal noises. He wore dragon scale like heavy armor, and he resisted the blade.
At the moment when the sword was exhausted, he seemed to be pressed against the spring of pinnacle, struggling to open the mad knife, sword edge crossed the front of Li Qingshan, and the empty door in front of him opened wide.
Boom! Li Qingshan rolled out and flew out, a colorful palm print was deeply burned on his chest, accompanied by a burst of pain.
The Si Long disheveled hair, gasping for breath with a sword, blood ran from the forehead to the corner of the mouth, and after a while, I was afraid, if only backed half step.
"Okay!" Li Qingshan grabbed his chest flesh and blood and tore it down, hot-blooded spilled the frozen soil, fighting intent boiling was burning, and strode toward Si Long.
"You are defeated." Si Long's voice was low, and a cruel smile smiled on the corner of his mouth.
Li Qingshan grinned, but did not make a sound. Only silence was the sound of wind and knife.
Si Long sneered with a sword to meet him.
The stars stare at you, they are like ordinary soldier, approaching each other step by step.
Ten steps!
The wind is roaring, murderous aura is stirring, and there is a faint sound of tiger roaring Dragon Chant.
Lee Qingshan does not take action, nor does Si Long.
Five steps!
Hurricane call sign, murderous aura is fierce, Hu Xiao Dragon Chant is low like a war drum.
Li Qingshan does not shoot, nor does Si Long.
Three steps!
The wind is torn and the murderous aura is crushed. Tiger Roar Dragon Chant, agitated and overlapping, heading straight to the sky!
The light burst. Swept in all directions, everything was drowned in blade light and Sword Qi.
Sword, sword, sword!
People are like tigers. The sword is like the wind, and it is sloppy. Hearty, like drinking hard liquor, Life and Death is out of the question!
Xiao An lurking beside is worried. Si Long's sword art is superb, sword edge's turning point is unpredictable, just like Dragon Snake changes. When resisting blade aura. And continue to intersperse and walk, with an incredible angle, brought a blood stain on Li Qingshan. Have both dragon scale heavy armor, both offensive and defensive.
Li Qingshan can only gain the upper hand by attacking and not defending, but his injuries are getting heavier and he is almost fighting with blood.
Xiao An clenches Murdering Buddha Sword: "If you go on like this, he will ..."
In Tiger Demon Transformation, no other Divine Ability can be used. It also includes "Phoenix Nirvana", which is really dead once it is killed in battle.
Boom! The smoke and dust were flying into the sky like a smoke, the figure was divided, and passed by, and fell to the ground alone.
Si Long stood upright, with a few knife marks on his body, smashing dragon scale. Looking back, sneer cruelly.
Lee Qingshan knelt half a knife, bathed in blood, and showered on the ground. If it is smart. At this point, Tiger Demon Transformation should be accepted, anyway, a few more lives. However, he didn't do that. He spit out the blood in his mouth and laughed: "Happy!"
If it is because of a "Phoenix Nirvana" that killed the heart of determination, it might as well not. If you retreat because of greed and fear of death, you might as well die generously.
Unconsciously, the wind stopped.
Si Long adjusted his breath, turned around, and stared at his back. He was so weak that he was deeply worried. Without any hesitation, he flashed forward and cut off with a sword!
Xiao An bit her lip and closed her eyes tightly: "Get up!"
Wind rises!
Li Qingshan grabbed sword edge without looking back, and blood flowed along the blade.
The look of Si Long changed, and his extremely weak breath actually climbed up again, "This, how is it possible!"
High winds! In a short time, it became a storm, smashing the sky's plume of smoke, flying sand and rocks, dimly.
Wind God Wings stretches lightly, and every time the fan blows, the storm becomes more intense.
Li Qingshan is the heart of the storm!
Si Long looked sharp, and tried his best to urge sword edge: "Go to death!"
Jianguang crossed, but it fell through. Li Qingshan's figure disappeared, leaving Dead End Wild Flower Blade obliquely on the ground.
"Hum, have you escaped?" The uneasiness in Si Long's heart grew stronger and stronger.
The blade trembles, rises from the ground, rushes straight into the sky, and falls into a large hand.
Si Long suddenly raised his head, his eyes pierced through the sand, Li Qingshan was hovering over his head, a pair of scarlet eye overlooking him, and the Wind God Wings behind him blended with the storm.
Li Qingshan nodded slightly away from Xiao An, thanking her for her trust and support. Without seeing him in distress, she helped out, knowing how difficult it was for her.
Silently listening to the wind: "This is ... Tiger Demon Sixth Layer."
The long-dead Wild Flower Blade Soul suddenly said: "Boy, blade art is still tender! It actually hurt me to lose to a broken sword."
"Listen to my roar." Li Qingshan smiled and flew Dead End Wild Flower Blade, and the storm rolled.
At this moment, he seemed to be the Aeolus, and the power of Heaven and Earth fell from the sky.
Si Long has a dignified expression, and slowly dances the Xian Qi sword. After the fierce sword, the light condenses and does not disperse. The killing intent is hidden. The three-thousand-style "Heaven and Earth Hidden Sword recipe" forms a sword array to fight against the Heaven and Earth Fengshen.
"Heaven and Earth Hidden Sword, three thousand arrays!"
"Hundred Flowers!"
Dead End Wild Flower Blade dancing storm, gorgeous blade light is like a hundred flowers blooming, with stems as branches, swords as calyx, wind as petals, gorgeous bloom!
Sword formation broken! Three thousand sword lights, drowned in the wind flowers.
Si Long was unscathed and sneered: "But so!"
Li Qingshan slowly spit out two words, but changed his look greatly: "Qianhua!"
With Dead End Wild Flower Blade in hand, this flower of steel blooms once again.
The earth was cut off by layer upon layer, leaving only the Si Long in the center, desperately wielding a sword to resist, and the look was crazy.
Qiao!
The Xian Qi sword flew out of hand, covered with fine knife marks. He was broken and scattered with dragon scale, and was blown away by the wind.
Si Long looked horrified, like a nightmare, but heard two words: "Wanhua!"
In an instant, the momentum collapsed, and a cloud of blood erupted on his body, turning into a colorful escape, and desperately fled to the Demon Realm.
He did not hesitate to show the Escape Magic exhibited by Blood Essence Primal Qi, as fast as lightning. However, the flowers blossomed, heavily/one after another piled up, as if endless, layer upon layer cut away the escape light, and beat him back to the human form from the escape light, a shadow enveloped.
Li Qingshan blocked his way, with a fierce look, but scarlet eye was extremely clear, reflecting his twisted face,
The look made him feel terrified, trembling and unable to move.
Thousands of flowers are exhausted, blade light is fully converged, and only a handle of Dead End Wild Flower Blade is left between Heaven and Earth.
The blade emerged from the back, and the aftermath tore the ground, turning into a long wind, leaving a deep gully.
The storm suddenly subsided. (To be continued.)