Legend of the Great Saint

The night fell gradually, and it was trapped in deep darkness in all directions. There was no light in a thousand miles, and the brightly-colored Vientiane City was like a lonely boat in the boundless sea.

The black clouds raged in the night sky, and it was raining all night.

The statue of the statue in the shallow sea has completely turned black, and the rain has fallen along the thick eyebrows of "Li Qingshan". The eyes still stare at the depths of the darkness, and do not care about everything behind them.

Luo School licked the eyes that were soaked by the cold rain, looked at the scars left by himself, and suddenly felt very incomprehensible, like what was thrown away.

Everyone on the crowd has a feeling of witnessing history. When everyone thinks that Li Qingshan will be in a long rule in the Vientiane, it will come to a close in a blink of an eye.

Wang Junxing is very sorry. He can't help Li Qingshan. He only took these Li Qingshan's running dogs out, hoping that these people will not die.

‘Hey, I thought how hard it was, it’s just a bunch of cockroaches! ’

The cold aura is still high, the snow flutters beside him, and his cold face has a cold smile, like the lake water oozing from the lake.

Who can contend with the majesty of the law?

Then he no longer needed him to say a word, and the sergeants went forward one by one, leaving a mark on their back on the back of the black statue.

The sword air knife is like a lightning bolt, instantly illuminating the face of everyone present, and immediately sinking into the darkness.

Everything is done in silence, like holding a certain ritual and drawing a line with the past.

Everyone is lost, pale, and confident when they are not there. The blood that belongs to Ashura gradually cools down in the blood vessels, and the cold is like rain, almost shivering.

Not fighting on the battlefield until the last moment, but succumbing to some kind of invisible pressure, the law of the powerful laws.

Even if it is the real Ashura, once you lose your mind, you will lose your undead body, let alone them?

Will be the courage of the soldiers!

The man is gone, they are also stripped from the army, broken up into isolated individuals, but once again face invincible enemies.

The determination to unite in the city has become a helplessness to follow the crowd, and the lambs to be slaughtered generally sacrificed their hearts.

Suddenly I realized that I was not the warrior who dared to face the devil, but the littleest practitioner in the practice, the small role of "waiter" and "accompanied by reading."

Who can resist the fate?

However, for a moment, "Li Qingshan" was bruised and bruised. If he was tortured, he would not be able to support his weight.

But invariably, everyone is not willing to throw out the fatal blow and make it completely collapse.

"Continue, don't stop!" Wang Junxing shouted loudly: "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 locked one of them: "Hey, you! Don't think that I didn't see it, you haven't shot yet, everyone must shoot, otherwise It’s the running dog of the demon domain!”

In the crowd, Tong Dagong was shocked. First, a pair of eyes next to him looked indifferently, and everyone’s eyes were immediately collected on him. Suddenly felt the heavy pressure of the mountains, the same robes who were familiar with the closeness, so strange and alienated at this moment, only left alone.

"General..."

He looked up at the black statue, and the rain blurred his eyes. As soon as he stepped forward, he could free himself from this infinite pressure.

But I don't know why, but I remembered the basaltic army **** who had the trust and hope of everyone on the battlefield, and he also had one!

So instead of being able to shoot, it is inexplicably spit out a sentence: "I am willing to fight with the generals..."

Like a slogan, it is like a promise. Hearing this sentence, the indifferent eyes beside him suddenly made a strange change.

"What are you talking about?" Wang Junxing did not hear clearly.

Tong Dagong slowly turned his head, a blazing belief filled the heart, stunned the red mans, glaring at Wang Junxing: "Dry mother!"

"You say it again, you don't want to shoot, don't you have to rebel!"

This sentence, which once scared all the true disciples, the lowest-level "waiter" of Tong Dagong, but spit out: "What about that?"

Lengyuan brows wrinkled, the situation is somewhat out of control, immediately interrupted Wang Junxing, Wen Yan advised: "This younger brother, Li Qingshan has turned away from you, you do not obsess."

Later, the tone was filled with warnings. The giant beast at the foot seemed to feel the emotions of the master. Suddenly, the machete-like fangs were exposed, and the child was fiercely staring.

Tong Dagong's chills and teeth fight, a strong sense of fear in his heart, almost bowed his head and admit his mistake. But I remembered the battle of the Black Cloud City, the incarnation of the devil in the sky, the slaughter of these true disciples like a dog, compared to the cold horror, I do not know how many times, and ultimately not defeated by them?

The fear suddenly weakened, and the red mans were more prosperous.

"Dry mother! If there is Li Qingshan, if you are a true disciple of the dog days, his mother's escape to the Vientiane! Li Qingshan may be a traitor to the Vientiane, but I have never been sorry for my child's great deeds, never! If there is no Li Qingshan, I don’t even know where the Vientiane’s door is going, and his mother’s death is in Heiyuncheng!”

The child’s great deeds are so painful, and the red mans are in the fire, and there is no fear in the heart.

He did not have any loyalty to the Vientiane, and these ordinary sergeants were only the children of the peasants who were recruited from all over the world to keep their borders. Although there is an opportunity to build a career and enter the practice road, but in the bitter cold of the frontier, there is no spiritual resources, and finally can become a disciple of the Vientiane, and most of them are turned into a dead bone in the black cloud city.

Everyone was shocked, and a monk in the district dared to speak to a monk.

"Bold!" Wang Junxing screamed and screamed, but he was somewhat guilty. He faintly saw the shadow of the man in Tong Dagong and raised the deep fear in his heart.

Only the cold and innocent sounds, the drizzle suddenly turned into the sky and the snow, for a time cold and exhaled into ice, the giant beast under the foot made a fierce roar, earth-shattering, murderous.

"Tong Dagong~www.readwn.com~ Do you know what crime you committed?"

Leng Yuan asked one word at a time, and he also saw the shadow of that person from Tong Dagong, and there was a strong sense of disgust in his chest. Such people must die!

"I know, isn't it dead? I haven't died yet, who is scared?"

With a bang, Tong Dagong pulled out his sword and slashed it across his neck. "My life was given by Li Qingshan, and I will give it back today!"

He witnessed cracking, clenching his teeth, grasping the handle with both hands, and gradually exerting his strength. The blade was deeply immersed in the neck, and the blood immediately sprang out and stained the body halfway.

He did not relax, cut the flesh and blood one inch and one inch, cut the neck bone along the bone joint, and cut the thick neck in the blink of an eye.

Until the neck was completely cut off, his right hand grabbed the top of his head and raised his head, showing the head to the crowd, and suddenly fell to his back.

Blood and water spread on the ground, and the head rolled down aside, and the red light in the sputum gradually dimmed. Although it is terrible, it is not half-fear.