Legend of the Great Saint

The black cloud city is cold and the snow is falling. Hey, there are quite a few sergeants hanging out on the street, and they are still discussing the big military competitions not long ago.

In the past, at this time, the war began again. The long line of the front line was intertwined. The two sides fought **** and killed the snow and frozen soil with blood. The city will be mobilized in the heat, continue to fight, cultivate, and then play, become a bone, or use both hands to build a career, open up a practice avenue.

There may be fear, but more is expected, but this year it was unexpectedly lost, and the demons have not appeared.

Everyone is guessing that this is probably related to the cold-blooded being slaughtered. The demon domain is too late to replenish the soldiers. They are not likely to enter the demon domain, and only wait.

So only the Pure Land Temple has been busy, Yangon abbot even put down the practice, and this opportunity to purify the magic soil, compress the territory of the magic domain, there is no time to cross Li Qingshan.

In such a peaceful atmosphere, the head of the Legion of the Fire Corps, the "master brother" Li Liehuo is more and more restless, he needs to let the flames burn and kill, or you will feel pain.

The flaming lines flow under his cocky body, like a rushing magma, flickering with his breath. His blue veins are exposed and his muscles are knotted.

Who can think that the master of **** is like a fierce fire, the most important thing to do on weekdays is patience and constant patience. If you do not endure in patience, you will perish in patience. He often tastes the demise of death, it is a pile of ashes.

If you dissipate a skill, his temperament may be more silent than the old-fashioned old man.

But recently, because of someone's sake, patience has become more difficult.

"Li, Qing, Mountain!"

The fire became flaming, and his clenched fists suppressed the frenzied anger. The only remaining sense of reason tells him that this is probably his robbery.

The true meaning of the fire is to rise, he has already reached the peak of the Emperor, and he will start to fight back when he is not up.

If you can't stand it. Desperate to kill the kid, the pressure from the Zongmen is easy to embarrass, but it means that the power is out of control, then it is not far from death. But if you want to be patient. It’s really hard to bear.

Grit your teeth, seeing cracks, bleeding and tears, steaming instantly.

Strength is also a torment.

But he believes. If he can survive this robbery, he will have the opportunity to take it to the next level. The way of the fire is precisely the need for such anger to lead, rather than gradually ignoring the rationality and exhausting the grain in the warmth of the fire.

The number of robberies is also a chance.

Under the gray stone tower, Li Qingshan did not know that he was angry and crying. Although he is only a fuse, even if Li Lie Huo will kill the door now, he is already worthwhile.

A brand new small world has solidified. The cow and tiger turtles are all stretched. The ground fire and feng shui are all in their place.

Go to this step. The problem of the balance of gods and gods has finally been completely solved. He loves to practice which one to practice, and loves to repair the first few weights, and then repairs the first few weights, as if to unlock the unlock, from then on, "the sky is high, the birds fly, the sea is wide and the fish jump."

If this is not enough to crush Li Lie in the frontal confrontation, then he broke through the fifth day of robbery, which is already close to him. If you do not lose the Yinshen, as long as you turn into a Yangshen, you can break through immediately.

But this is also good. His root is in the "God and Devils", not the "Freedom of Heaven", waiting for him to push the four changes of the cow and tiger tortoise to the sixth, do not believe that can not be robbed.

"Hey. Repression has endured for so long, and finally let me stretch my muscles! Oh!"

In the midst of happiness, there was another sigh, and Tian Tianjiao did not return. If she succeeded in robbing, she should have been killed. Based on the woman's disposition. It is impossible not to come here to "remember", he has already brewed a set of rhetoric.

Since she has never come, I am afraid it is already fierce. But there is a hint of hope, if she is killed, the life lights go out. Vientiane can not be said, but it is also possible to block the news and avoid the instability of the military.

Is it too deep into the play? I don’t want to be more helpful. I put all kinds of conjectures behind me and stood up and greeted Xiao An: "Let’s go out and find a good place to practice, and rob!"

"Good." Xiao An smiled slightly: "I am protecting the law for you."

"There are Lao Xiaoan adults."

......

The arrogant arrogant stunned back, only to see a pale color, blocking the void.

Just climbing to the peak and escaping from the dead, I was laid down in the abyss and at stake.

Glowing his eyebrows and closing his eyes, his heart flashed: "Can you escape?"

Immediately open his eyes, green eyebrows like a knife, a smile, facing the pale desperate, and pointed to a knife, a knife!

"Demon, manic!"

Above the sky, a loud drink, the sound is like thunder.

Xuanguang flashed, **** splashes, pale claws, broken wrists.

The faceless evil spirit is difficult to fight, and quickly closes, but only recovers a broken wrist, a face of intense squirming, hoarse voice: "Zhen Wujian!"

The golden armor will descend from the sky, and the light will shine, and it will shine through all directions. The cloak behind him is like a big flag.

He held a black scabbard in his hands, and the turtle snake smashed, and the seven-seat array smothered the air.

The twelve emperors are all shuddering, even if they are chaotic and evil, they are also fighting in the teeth, as if they are in trouble. If it is not a faceless evil, it may have been scattered.

Xuanguang cruised a circle, and returned to the scabbard, the gas of chill is one.

Hao Tianjiao escaped from his death and blinked his eyes: "The Sixth God will!"

The golden armor will smile and smile slightly: "Exactly, in the next armor **** Wang Wenqing, the real Wu Shenjian is in hand, please forgive me for not being able to salute. In the Xuantian God's mouth, I would like to ask the Taoist friends to go to the Heavenly Palace."

Xuantian God, the Emperor of Zhenwu, is one of the honors.

Yan Tianjiao looked down and the pale claws had not yet landed, and they turned into a dead gray. No face evil spirits rate twelve magic emperors, even dare not step forward ~ www.readwn.com ~ and Jiazi God will Wang Wenqing Fengyan eyebrows, face white, calm, not like the magical battle in the magic domain, it seems like The scribes who swear by the poems in their own courtyards do not put the faceless evil spirits and the twelve devils in their eyes.

She gave a gift: "Thank you for the help of the Taoist friend!" The eyes could not help but look at the sword in his arms, feeling a cordial and awesome, as if facing a strict father.

"Sixty-six-six" is famous for the world, it is the guardian of the Emperor Zhenwu, but the main functions are not fighting against the demon domain. It is often called by all the Taoist priests to slap the wind and thunder, and the demon sorrows, so no one knows no one.

However, although the "King of God" is the top six, it is not enough to conquer a evil spirit. Moreover, the higher the degree of being disciplined, the greater the restraint of the law. In this demon domain, if the evil spirits of the 12th Emperor are in the 12th, they will be able to fight again.

What they are really afraid of is the "real sword" in his hands, which is the sword of the Emperor Wu.

Yan Tianjiao sighed in his heart: "The power of a sword is as good as it is!" (To be continued.)