Legend of the Great Saint

The big flag of the city changed, and the red tiger flag fluttered. Although it was somewhat broken, it was soaked with blood but it was more magnificent. (Fiction)

The blood in the city gate is not strong enough. The land is full of blood and becomes muddy. The sergeants clean the battlefield and make up for a dead enemy.

In the fierce battle, Fang did not think that now, when the corpse is everywhere, the blood flows into the river, like a nose and hell, many people squat on the ground, but they still have to continue cleaning, and gradually become accustomed to it.

After this war, it is no longer a recruit.

Gu Yanying clearly felt that with the end of the battle and the loss of personnel, the military was greatly attenuated, but the quality was even higher. Perhaps it is not that there is no more subtle way to win the city, but this is not a personal grievance, but a full-scale war. Only after the blood and fire have been honed, this army has value.

The crows refused to go back to the nest, flapping their wings and eating dead bodies.

Li Qingshan led the people to take down the inner city, that is, the Majia's mansion, timely extinguished the fire that was about to be ignited, cleaned up several remnants of the situation, and killed a few martial arts people who wanted to fish in troubled waters. Come down.

Not worrying about Gu Yanying, and returning to the front of the city, I saw people around me are tired, even the left and right guards are no exception. After all, not everyone has the inexhaustible support of the earth, laughing: " You have a hard time, sit down and rest!"

Drop the broken double knife and sit down on a corpse. Everyone heard this saying that they were like being pulled out of the bones. They sat in a random place, and the left and right guards also refused to take the identity of the big swordsman.

Only the thin teenager came to Li Qingshan. I don’t want to be **** and muddy, and I fell to the ground.

"What is your kid?" Li Qingshan asked with a smile.

"Xia Wang, please accept me as a disciple!"

"I thought you were inspired by my righteousness. I didn't expect it to be such an idea." Li Qingshan raised his eyebrows and didn't get angry. He saw the black knife in the boy's hand without a trace of scars. He said: "Your knife Although the law is a little worse, the knife is not bad!"

Listening to Li Qingshan boasted his knife twice, and the young boy was tangled in his heart and bit his teeth. Suddenly holding the knife in both hands: "Lei Li is willing to dedicate this knife to the prince. As a teacher's gift!"

"You are this seven killing magic knife?"

"You are the disciple of the Seven Devils?" The right guard immediately followed the question.

"I am the son of the Seven Devils!" Lei Lie said with a sigh.

"Seven kills the demon!" Li Qingshan knows the name through the demon star, that is, the lucky one who gets the power of the demon star, no wonder the smell in this knife is so familiar. I am afraid it was cast from the metal contained in the demon star. Nature is with the breath of Shura. But smiled and shook his head: "I just think of my own knife, what do you want your knife to do? Since it is for you, you will keep it!"

Lei Li was relieved a little. This knives are the things of his family, which means extraordinary meaning to him, but he feels a deep disappointment. Compared with the peerless knife, such a knife is worthy of nothing, and he is not convinced: "I don't know the prince." What knife is your knife, but I dare say that there is no knife in the world that can be compared with this knife."

"You are still too young." Li Qingshan laughed, how can such a knife compare with the end of the mad knife.

"Wang Ye, are you afraid, my identity will bring you trouble, if so, I will leave now!" Lei Li's pale face was a blush.

"Lei Li, what bad habits did you have?"

"I have been practicing knives since I was three years old. I have not interrupted one day. I have a chance to do evil. Even my father is filthy..."

"Who are you, I don't care, I know that you are enough. From today, you are the person I will meet in the world!"

"Yes!"

"But I am not convenient for the apprentice. You are not suitable for using a knife. You have lost this knife. Use it now!"

Li Qingshan waved his hand and left the guardian to look at the dagger. In this way, the identity of the son of the Seven Killing Monarchs can be concealed. Even if exposed, it can be said that it will be changed once and for all, and will not damage the reputation of the World.

Li Qingshan did not think so at all. He never put the words "Seven Kills of the Monarch" in his heart, but only through his own knowledge, he saw through the roots of this thunder.

The world is based on the sword and is regarded as the lord of the hundred soldiers. The knife is that Yamanomura can also take out the chopping wood and cut the meat, and do not need to practice. There is only a kendo, there is no such thing as a knife, and at most it can only be said to be a knife.

There is no way in the knife, and there is no trace of honor. However, in the Shura Road, the position of the knife is very high. If the weapon is born for killing, the knife will perform this killing to the extreme, but it becomes difficult to control. Because it is simple and almost mediocre, it can not play its own. The specialty is that there is not much Ashura with a knife.

The knife is the courage of the hundred soldiers, and Li Qingshan’s initial consciousness is derived from the knife.

"What!" Lei Li was furious. He almost started practicing knives from birth and slashed his sword a thousand times a day. Today he is said to be unsuitable for using a knife.

"You are full of hatred, your heart is slashed, and you will only become a madman when you practice."

"He is right. If you don't believe it, you may leave this knife for a while. The killing in your heart will naturally decay. Not everyone is as good and **** as he is." Gu Yanying came over, even though With the silver eagle visor, the sound is not warm.

Li Qingshan licked his lips and smiled and said: "Sometimes I really want to know how it feels like you are smashing."

"There are people who are swaying their swords and sorrowful feelings. What do you think of using a knife?" Gu Yanying teased.

"Haha, the sword is so beautiful that I want to come to the effect."

Lei Li gripped the handle and his face changed.

At this moment, with a bang, the crow flew up and screamed.

Li Qingshan instantly bowed his back ~www.readwn.com~ Both hands and five fingers arrogant, as if to feel the dangerous beast.

Behind him, he sang a lazy yawn. A child came out from behind him. His expression was with a decadent and melancholy inconsistency with age. He glanced at Li Qingshan. "Thank you for your sleepy insects. What is this place?"

"Xiao Ming!?"

Li Qingshan showed amazement, because this unidentified son became younger. It seems that only three or five years old, the breath is weakened to a catastrophe, but I do not know how to walk from the Shura field that is imprisoned by this world. come out.

Luo Xiaoxiao, looking at the stars with his waist, seems to see that this is a small world, and he looks disdainful: "You are more and more mixed back."

"You have a face to say me." Li Qingshan laughed, and his heart moved: "You just thank, what can you thank?"

"No, it must be brought out by me."

Luo Xiaoxiao Ming waved his hand, and a large blade was placed in front of Li Qingshan. It was the end of the mad flower knife! (To be continued.)