Legend of the Great Saint

Chapter 57—Break the Black Wind

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Xiong Xiangwu sneered and said: “Just with you, it is also worthy of a battle with me. It’s cheaper to die like this!” These dozens of hard work, he took a lot of thoughts to get it, these pickpockets also he spent The great time to train is the real trump card of his Black Wind Camp.

He is too evil. The other forces in Suncheer City regard him as a nail in the eye. If you can’t sleep without any defense, these dozens of sneak attacks, even if they are First-Class Master, can’t escape.

“And then?” Li Qingshan, who should have died, suddenly raised the head and asked, 弩 钉 nailed on the armor, but failed to penetrate his fascia, he also had a cold sweat, if not this body armor He dispelled the impact. His “Bull Demon Skin Refining” couldn’t stop the spurt. It was so, he took a while to slow down, and the strong bow was really killing the Divine Artifact of Expert. .

“Protect the pickpocket, shoot again!” Second, the family ordered loudly, the mountain bandit surged, the pickpockets quickly changed arrows, barely easy to use, but the speed is far less than the bow, so it is easy to damage, but with such a command , can play the most lethal, a group of mountain bandit commanded like the army.

“Sweeping the army!” How could Li Qingshan be willing to be the target, look for the place with the largest number of mountain bandit, and transport the Tyrant Spear Art, war chariot straight into the past, gunshots, and involve more than a dozen mountain bandit As if the black dragon swallowed the prey, and then spit it out, it was a dozen dead bodies.

Just rely on these people, how can I stop him.

A pickpocket had not had time to open the string, and the chest was pierced with a big gun. The body of a hundred kilograms was picked up and smashed into another pick in the distance.

Li Qingshan was a man and a gun. He was left and right in the crowd. He only attacked and defended. The sword and the sword fell on his body. He was immediately bombarded by the armor, and he couldn’t hurt him. His big gun was thrown out, but he wore it. Broken chest, there is no death.

In a few moments, he killed dozens of mountain bandit, and his hand was killed more than half. He was among the thieves, and his armor was nailed with more than ten arrows, and he was even covered with blood, a violent killing momentum. Raw, scared mountain bandit, liver and gallbladder fragmentation.

A mountain bandit intended to sneak from behind, he looked back, the red light flashed in the eyes, not yet shot, the mountain bandit face suddenly became iron blue, was scared to death.

Xiong Xiangwu sees the heartache and anger, even if it wins, it will hurt his Primal Qi. The faces of other heads are also not good-looking. The height of Li Qingshan’s martial skill can be said to be beyond their imagination.

Second, the family said: “There is no need to be anxious, Li Qingshan is wearing a large gun and wearing armor. It seems to be impeccable, but it has to carry hundreds of kilograms of weight. Even if it is martial skill, it will not last long. Please wait for him. After exhaustion, take another shot and re-recruit the subordinates.”

Expert fights, there are very few big battles for three days and three nights, and even more than one tea is rare. Because the soldiers are in danger, one move is inadvertently the life and death. The warrior is going to put his own in an instant. The will of physical strength broke out, and the drums were pressed against the opponent.

Xiong Xiangwu set his heart, he expected that even if he was himself, dozens of Stone Rending Bow, and then with such weapons and equipment to rush, but also support for a while, and a person even if there is a great ability, once physical exhaustion, only Let anyone kill. This is the terrible thing about the battlefield. It’s not just a matter of killing elephants.

However, Li Qingshan is not only not tired, but the more and more brave, the bottle of gourd spirit wine that he drank, the medicinal nature is so amazing, in his with the body burning, the power constantly rushes out, Tyrant Spear is He danced into a phantom in his hand, and the gun moved with the people, and the direct killing was dripping and bloody. The “Bull Demon Strong Fist” of his cultivation is not comparable to the martial arts. The most famous of the cows is not the power but the endurance.

Seeing that the mountain bandit is more and more dead, the corpse is everywhere, almost collapsed, and the second head of the family sweats: “What is going on?”

The snow is getting bigger and bigger, like a goose feather, falling to the earth and covering thousands of mountains.

Falling to Li Qingshan, he was immediately swept out by the fierce gust of wind. A mountain bandit was picked and landed on the ground, staining a piece of snow and dyed it into a blood red. The remaining mountain bandit no longer sees the slightest fierceness. After panic, Li Qingshan will shoot a big gun in his hand. “Good snow!”

Xiong Xiangwu decisively ordered: “Do it!” Unicom’s other heads, flying together, the mountain bandit suddenly got a boost.

When the seven masters hammered down and the air whistling, when they had not left, they took a burst of arrogance, and the power was amazing. He is born with Great Strength and can be a tiger bear.

Second, the family said: “Don’t touch him!”

“Good to come!”

Li Qingshan One move, “Overlord Ding”, Tyrant Spear is facing upwards.

“铛”, a loud noise, a hammer collided, the hammer flew back, squatting on the head of the seven heads, the brain broke out.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the three-section whip in the hands of the four masters took Li Qingshan’s waist, and the five-headed family made a ghost-headed knife behind Li Qingshan. The second home was hidden in the momentum with an iron-clad fan. Qingshan has no backing for defense.

However, the most dangerous, but still the hand that Xiong Xiangwu grabbed him.

Li Qingshan can withstand these attacks with Bull Demon Skin Refining and armor, but the impact will also make him uncomfortable, his body stagnation, and accidentally.

He finally understood why he said that when he was about to level the Black Wind Camp, even the old Jiang Hu like Liu Hong changed his face. Do not believe that the danger is really unimaginable.

“Bull Demon Ground Stamp!” He took the opportunity to move, True Qi all rushed to the right foot, heavily stepping on the ground, within a radius of a square, triggered a small earthquake, the ground cracked and the earthquake, the shock wave rolling in all directions.

The martial arts pay attention to the ground, rooting under the feet, as long as Divine Immortal has not been built into the wind, it is inseparable from the land under the feet, several of the hands of the offensive as the wind, but the feet are dead on the ground.

Li Qingshan stepped down, their body shape was immediately unstable, only a shock wave struck along the foot, dizziness and suffocation, and the offensive in the hand was also scattered and weak, falling on Li Qingshan, it was difficult to work. Only the Xiong Xiangwu martial skill is the highest, and the paws are still in power.

Li Qingshan Haha smiled and stumbled, avoiding Xiong Xiangwu, scratching his face and slamming into the four-headed family behind him, while stabbing Xiong Xiangwu’s chest.

Four of them screamed, smashed their bones and flew out. Xiong Xiangwu swayed and shunned Li Qingshan.

The skill of the five-headed family is the weakest. At this time, the spirit has not been slowed down. Li Qingshan loosened the gun, and the detective grabbed his head and slammed it on the ground. The sound of “砰” was like a crack of watermelon, and all the red and white were flowing. When I came out, I returned the Tyrant Spear back to the front and put it in front of me, posing as the “barrier”.

In the blink of an eye, Black Wind Camp’s offensive was broken and four of them were killed. Under his command, the Third-Class Master is as vulnerable as a child.

The remaining mountain bandit was as shackled as the body, and I didn’t expect my cottage to be so fragile, fragile like the village they had ravaged.

The snow is getting bigger and bigger, the snow is stained with blood by the blood, and then it is covered by heavy snow and frozen, forming a red and white scene.

The promise of Pinging Black Wind Camp is being achieved little by little! Ps: In view of the fact that many friends have responded too slowly, from next week, they will improve the update speed, and don’t say it, try hard! ^_^