Vol 11 Chapter 120: Battle of gloom

The fascinating hole is shrinking, but there is no fear of hesitation, but an unforgettable resentment: "Alum!"
Jianguang is like a rainbow, breaking through the sky, when it comes to the sky, suddenly it turns into a woman’s figure. The woman is wearing a simple palace dress, bright and noble, but she has a pair of strong swords and eyebrows. Cold road:
"You are so daring, you dare to go to the north to scatter the wild, you can't spare you today, a sword and a sword!" A brilliant sword light was swept away, and suddenly split into a dozen lightsaber in midair, and the rain fell.
"Netherland Ghost!"
The secluded step forward, the wide sleeves fluttering, and the ruins suddenly risen into the forest of ghosts, forming a sacred ghost field, a sly face, greeted the rain.
Li Qingshan was stunned and grabbed the shoulders of Yu Zijian. He took them away from this battlefield and went to a tall building in the distance. I saw a sword light falling into the ghost field, stirring up a round. ripple.
Jianguang was swallowed up by ghosts, and the ghosts were smashed by the sword light. One yin and one yang, one just one soft, as if it was born to be a deadly enemy.
There was no violent roaring of the roaring sounds. Only the dull sound of the air blew the city in the storm, and the numerous ruins were rolled up into the sky and twisted into powder.
The clouds were scattered, and the half moon was fascinating, like a slightly squinting eye, staring coldly at the hysterical hatred of the two women.
"Why don't you save your brother?" asked Yu Zijian.
"Because I only have two hands."
Li Qingshan raised his hands and said that he could do nothing. He is not a good old man who complains with morality. Fu Qingying, this guy has added a lot of trouble to him. It is better to die, and the key is to have this elbow, which can limit the alum, so that the secluded can be calmly receded.
However, the development of the matter was beyond his expectation. The secluded sorrow did not mean to retreat. Instead, he summoned a few sly ghost kings and drove the faint ghost fire to Mingyu, and decided to fight a dead battle!
Fu Qingying fully urged the Qingshen sword, and the sword became a blue-colored sword. Rushing outside the battlefield. The faint figure suddenly appeared in front of him, reaching out a beautiful pale hand and grabbing the sword light.
"Dead!"
Fu Qingying has a illusion of suffocation, although he did not need to use breathing to sustain his life many years ago. But that beautiful hand is more terrifying than the ghost king's claws. A trace of bones and chills spread from above. The spirit of the gods is also frozen, and it is no longer possible to maintain the posture of the sword.
"Oh, kill my disciple in the sword palace!"
The sky was suddenly illuminated. The long sword smashed out a white light, and forced several ghost kings to retreat. The Ming dynasty one person and one sword, and entered the forest of ghosts, a sword pointed to the secluded, the sword trembled, and the first sound.
The quietly turned and turned, and a sneer smirked at the corner of his mouth. "Sure!"
Holding a small pimple in his hand, and waving a little toward Ming.
In the meantime, the sound of the ghosts crying and resounding between the heavens and the earth.
"Wan 幡 幡!" Ming Hao Jian eyebrows pick, the sword in his hand trembled fiercely, but has lost the original rhythm, as if to get out of the ordinary.
Wan Guixi is the treasure of the town of Xuan Yinzong. The ghost of the sacrifice is far more than 10,000, but it is 100,000 million. It brings together countless grievances and evil spirits, and it is enough to make the heavens and the earth discolored. The sun and the moon are dull.
Although Fu Qingying was gently let go by the secluded sorrow, he still felt a bang in his mind. He knew that the sea had to be smashed and burst, and suddenly the sword was separated, and a blood was sprayed. In the air, it turned into black, flying far away. .
"Brother!"
Yu Zijian exclaimed, and she had to fly to Fu Qing, but the sound of ghost crying made her heart sullen and half-squatted. Her cultivation is too weak, even if it is far from the aftermath, it is somewhat unbearable.
Li Qingshan released a round of magic, blocking the sound of the ghosts crying, and the buildings at the foot were collapsing.
Fu Qingyu fell to the ground, unconscious, but his body was shaking at a distance, and the sinister ghosts were mad and mad, not far from death.
"What a nice scene!"
Li Qingshan took a gazebo and watched it leisurely. He didn’t have much affection for the two sides of the battle. The only thing he cares about is the string moon. However, I don’t know where it was, it’s gone, there’s nothing. Danger.
Suddenly I felt a tight wrist. Yu Zijian clung to his arm and hung his head: "Cow Giant, I know that my brother is very bad to you, but beg you, save him!"
Li Qingshan didn't want to shoot, but he heard the words "Cow Giant Hero". He couldn't help but move his heart. He said: "If you pay for it, it will be almost abolished. I can be considered a great hatred. It is no harm to save a rescue. It is also time to separate the two women."
"Look at her!"
He confessed to Ruxin, and went to the edge of the battlefield. He mentioned Fuqing, who was unconscious and stunned, and played the Qingshen sword in one hand. If it wasn’t, the Jianguang was bleak, and the anger of Fu Qingyu was weakened to the extreme.
Li Qingshan licked his ears with a little finger. He felt that the voice of the ghost was a bit noisy, but he suddenly heard a word, and the cold flashed and looked up.
......
Others are still like this, the first and foremost alum, but also feel great pressure, secretly gritted: "This sneaky man actually got a million sneaky, she still has to deal with me!" Swords put out a defensive posture, The snowy sword light resists the sound of ghost crying.
The secluded backhand put the sneaky scorpion on the ground, and the almost collapsed sneaky ghosts instantly became condensed, blocking the boundary of this piece. Several ghost kings descended from the sky and surrounded the Ming dynasty.
"Hey, I am still a child!" The quiet voice is interspersed in the cry of the ghosts, like a gold thread on a white cloth, clear and profound.
"Who knows how your baby died, and then I always thought you like a ghost!" Ming sneered,
The secluded singer has not yet opened, and a chilly, iron-like voice has been inserted in it. Asked: "What are you talking about?"
"who are you?"
Alum has a slight glimpse ~EbookFREE.me~ Some can't figure out the way Li Qingshan's way, saved the behavior of Yu Zijian can be regarded as a friend, but deliberately put it in the green, no matter until he was killed, it appears again, now Come again and ask her.
"Don't worry about who I am, I only ask you a sentence, isn't your child killed?" Li Qingshan came to them, clenched his fist and asked.
"Go away, this matter has nothing to do with you!"
The secluded worry that Li Qingshan would make another elbow, and the power he showed was enough to disturb her plan.
"Stupid woman, you really think that you can kill her, she is clearly taking her own bait! Do you really want to fall here?"
Li Qingshan turned his head and sipped. He had already seen it. The cultivation of Alum was even more above the secluded. Even if there were tens of thousands of ghosts, it was impossible for her to be easily killed. The reason why she performed so weakly and even deliberately exported It is to anger the secluded, just to keep her here.
Both the faint and the bright face are changed. To be continued
Ps: There are still today!