Legend of the Great Saint

With Li Qingshan's powerful strength comparable to the demon king, who can use his face to block his punch, the power of shock shatters the air, makes a roar, and the iron fist is deeply caught in the cheek of the ink feather.

boom!

A loud bang, the ink feathers whirl and flew out, Li Qingshan smirked and was about to chase, and a darkness would shroud.

Although the ink feathers were shot, the pair of dark wings clung to him and drowned him.

At the moment when the light disappeared, Li Qingshan saw that the face of the ink plume collapsed without revealing flesh and blood, but a dark, like flowing ink. I thought his original shape was a crow, but now it seems not so simple.

The front, back, left and right are deep darkness. Li Qingshan wields the wings, but always feels stuck in the same place, like being trapped in a black hole, and isolating all connections with the outside world, only the dead air is pervasive.

"Is this also his fourth talented supernatural power? Or the change of the original talent magic, as a **** prince, it is still a bit of a feed!"

Although Li Qingshan was shocked, he was somewhat excited. If Mo Yu was like Sha Fei, he would be killed by three fists and he would be disappointed.

Since this is a supernatural power that insulates the realm, then he also has a magical power to break through the boundaries, his fists slowly gather back, and instantly blast in the void in the most violent manner.

Smoothing the mirrored surface of the lake, a black egg floated silently. Suddenly, the surface of the black egg slightly raised and swayed.

"咔嚓", a crack appeared on the surface of the black egg, followed by another direction of cracking. In the black egg, all directions were confused. Li Qingshan thought it was in the same direction, but under the control of the ink feather, it was constantly Change the direction of the attack. But this is so, the black egg is broken is just a matter of time.

Ink eyes are slightly condensed, and the general demon handsome is only brute force. Once trapped in the black egg, it is impossible to escape, but I did not expect him to break open the black eggs, it seems extremely relaxed.

Mo Yu took out a black bamboo flute and put it on his lips. But no sound was heard, and the flute was directly introduced into the black egg.

Li Qingshan was in a cold, and the flute sounded dry and there was no ups and downs. Full of dead numbness, can not be described with ugly words, just listening for a while makes people feel depressed, no interest. Even if you cover your ears, the sound of the flute will rush into the heart with the darkness, and devour a little bit of life.

Li Qingshan suddenly remembered the last time he was against the enemy. In the end, he was blinded and lost a hundred years of life. Although the sound of the flute is very different from that of the crow, it is very similar in nature.

Death spell!

There are also many changes in the most horrible talent of Mo Yu. With the help of this black bamboo flute, it will also promote its power to the extreme, not only the loss of life, but also the direct enemy to destroy the will to survive. In such a fierce battle, once you lose your will to live, what will be the end, there is no need to say more.

For a moment, Li Qingshan felt a little uninteresting, a feeling of exhaustion and weakness of the dying old man, but he immediately got rid of this emotion, not by the spirit to suppress the mind, but by his own will .

Drinking fine wine, beauty, and strong enemy, this life is very fun. It’s fun to fight with the sky, fight with the earth, and fight with people.

So he laughed and punched his fists, and the black eggs crashed. On the way of the ink, "The three axes are used up, is it poor?"

Mo Yu’s face changed slightly, and his supernatural power was a supernatural power with overwhelming power, so when he encountered an enemy that could not be overwhelmed, he was somewhat helpless.

At this time, the mirror avatar flew from behind the ink feather, punched him with a punch, but it was just a residual image. The ink feather fluttered high. As a bird, the speed was as fast as amazing, but a red light cut off. Or Li Qingshan is even better.

Li Qingshan made a black tiger's heart, but he fell into an empty space. He screamed and grabbed a big hole on the lake, causing a huge wave.

The ink feather disappeared instantly and appeared behind Li Qingshan. He grabbed his neck and grabbed it.

"I originally saw that every time he went, he had to form a black vortex. It seems that only a long-distance transmission would be like this. In such a close-knit, it is almost the same as an instant move. Only then can I eat that punch. It’s just to trap me, it doesn’t seem to hurt him.”

As soon as the mind turns, a black turtle of the turtle automatically flies out, blocking the blow of the ink feather, and sweeping back with the wind **** wings, and the ink feather moves again.

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