Legend of the Great Saint

The basaltic army **** stands on the battlefield and does not move as a mountain. Www/

This is Li Qingshan's arrogance, and he is the first to kill the enemy, and the sergeants give him a response.

Li Qingshan did not look back, but clearly saw an ordinary face, a pair of hot eyes, each of them is so ordinary and small, like an ant.

But Li Qingshan felt that the power they gave him was far stronger than his own. No, this is the source of his strength.

He has also been as small as they are, with the most ordinary desires, wine and beauty, longing for battle and victory, step by step to today.

What is noble and low?

He closed his eyes and a belief became firmer.

"They, not the ants! I am, not the ants!"

Tu Wancheng sighed: "Quickly put the arrow, put the arrow! Continue to throw stones, kill him!"

Li Qingshan's eyes are round and round, and the basaltic army gods roared in the sky, and the sounds of the clouds were raging. The rain of the sky will be swept away, the flying fire meteor will be cooled and shattered, the wind will be filled with the magic camp, and countless military flags will be dumped.

Tu Wancheng was shocked and stepped back.

The power of anger, the sky is falling apart.

In the Xuanwu Army, a sergeant screamed, hoarse and high-pitched, and compared with the roar of the army god, it was simply small and pitiful. But soon, the sergeants screamed and became a sea of ​​humming.

In a blink of an eye, the crowds screamed and the mountains shouted.

The true disciples are all shocked, some squinting, it seems unbelievable, these ordinary soldiers who do not look at them on weekdays, can burst out of such a strong momentum, so that these people are conscious of the wind A lonely boat in the big waves.

The military is burning like a fire. In the inch of the basaltic army god, an inch of inch is woven into a golden cloak, and one inch of the hand is condensed into a knives.

Far from the other end of the battlefield, the Legion of Fire is gathering. Unlike the Xuanwu Army, the arms are more diverse, except for heavy infantry. There are also 100,000 iron riders, as well as a large number of light cavalry and bow pickers.

Inconsistent with Li Qingshan, Li Lie fired a red horse and stood in the forefront of the military. Looking at the scene, listening to the roar, I don't know what I am thinking.

The fire was greatly amazed: "This kid can do this step! It’s just that."

Li Lie fire dagger: "It is really unexpected."

The fire smiled and said: "I thought he would ask you to face up. He came to command the squad to attack from the flank. Isn't he afraid that you will see the situation is not right, and escape?"

Actually. There is almost no communication between the two, let alone disputes. This is a matter of life and death, and it is decided by Li Liehuo alone.

If they are the end of life and death, it is the enemy who wants to die. Before the war, there was no soul exchange or suspicion of ice, so they were all handsome and marched on the battlefield.

Li Lie said: "He won't, I won't."

On the side of the fire, Li Lihuo looked at him: "You guys are weird!"

"Is it strange?" Li Lie gaze at the basaltic army **** and silently said: "The war book, I have received it!"

Raise the spear high and the flame ignited. Surging and wrapping one person and one horse, the more burning and the more prosperous, the fire rushing, illuminating a pair of eyes, taking back the sight of the gods on the basaltic army, they also have their own military gods.

Tu Wancheng turned and fled back to the Chinese army. In the 12th day, the konjac was in the middle of the battle, and he was afraid of being smashed by the basaltic army god. No devil ridiculed him, all looked dignified.

Yingzhe narrowed his eyes and smelled a glimpse of the crisis: "You can no longer let him continue to unite the military. Order the witches to start offering sacrifices!"

The voice of the mourning mantra sounded from all sides, low and gloomy.

The witches danced on the altars as if the ancient ancestors were praying for the rain. But it is not heaven that shrouds here. It is the magic sky.

There is no sacrifice for praying for rain, and the sacrifice is three animals, but a living creature.

The corpses on the earth traversed the wilderness, and the blood flowed into the river. It was the body of the devil who was slaughtered by Li Qingshan and swallowed by the Xuanwu Army. At this point, suddenly a trace of magic.

The magic cloud in the sky is rolling, heavy and low, as if there is an indescribable horror, and it is eating a taste.

The witches wished to stumble on the altar, their foreheads sticking to the ground, their hands raised, and their madness praised: "The devil's magic day! The supreme magic day, the immortal magic day, the magical day of longevity! You are the mother of chaos, you are evil. source of!"

The army of millions of demons all went to the ground, and the twelve emperors also deeply lowered their heads.

Li Qingshan looked up and looked forward to some familiar feelings. When the dark day came, the magic day had to crown him, but he did not hesitate to refuse, and stood in the enemy's face of the demon domain. At this time, he only felt disgusted.

The magic sky seems to recognize him. Under the low and low pressure of the turbulent magic cloud, the law of heaven and earth is constantly intertwined. The whisper of evil and incomprehensible, constantly echoing in the heart, seems to lure him, and seems to be threatening. he.

Yingzhe lowered his head and glanced at the strange light. This time, the sacrifice seemed to be somewhat special, and the will of the magic sky was very strong. No matter how clever he is, but he can't think of breaking his head, the man in the **** of the army is the legendary person chosen by the magic sky.

The magic cloud covers the top, as if to overwhelm the high head of the basaltic army god. Li Qingshan screamed and screamed at the magic sky.

During the time, the whisper became a scream of screaming, and the magic cloud stirred.

A bang, the rain is like a note.

Like the Tianhe River cascading, the black rain water forms a rain curtain, intercepts the line of sight, ruthlessly washes the earth, and quickly merges into a mountain torrent, flooding the Xuanwu Army.

Li Qingshan cut down a deep ditches on the ground.

However, the rainstorms are endless, and the magic clouds are rolling. The flood rushed into the ditch and quickly rose up.

The power of the basaltic army gods is not endless. Although the military can help the sergeants resist many spells, they can't stop flooding.

This is not human, but a natural disaster, the wrath of the magic sky.

Dai Mengfan ordered the true disciples to deal with the flood, and turned back to look at the Black Cloud City: "Pi Shidi, still not shot!"

Among all the true disciples, only Pi Yangqiu still stayed in the city of Heiyun, responsible for hosting the "black cloud thunder array", precisely for the moment.

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At the top of the black cloud city, Pi Yangqiu hands are the core of the virtual cage.

The rumble of the thunder, lightning and thunder.

Under his urging, over the black cloud city, there was no black cloud all the year round to the demon domain, and all the power accumulated in the "black cloud thunder array" was released at all costs.

In an instant, the black cloud and the magic cloud rushed.

In an instant, thunder and lightning.

The roar of the roar is endless, and there is no gap between them. The light and the darkness are intertwined, just like the end of the day.

In this thunderous roar, the magic cloud quickly collapsed, and the rainstorm gradually stopped.

Clouds and rains, the sun shines, shines on the iron armor, and merges into a sea of ​​light.

Under the clear blue sky, the Xuanwu army moved, the cloak rose high, and the giant blade swung forward.

"Going forward!" is not finished.