Vol 11 Chapter 91: Want to kill me?

"Master, Castle Peak, don't..."
The sound of Yan Danqing was drowned in the deafening roar, and a wave of turbulence surged, whistling through the clouds, and the sky sprinkled a brilliant sky.
Yan Danqing flew up like a fallen leaf. Originally, he wanted to try to stop this battle. Seeing this scene, there is no such extravagant hope. By the wind, he flies back to the Dongfu, supporting the battlefield to resist the aftermath of the battle, and his heart is full of bitterness. Which of the men is willing to listen to people!
"Aoyama, I can't save you!"
Yan Danqing is extremely remorseful, and should not inform the Mohai Dragon King of the "three musts."
How did the Mohai Dragon King exist? The name of the Qing Dynasty was thousands of years. No one would think that Li Qingshan, who was in the first place, could compete with it.
It seems that the two meteors collided, giving a stagnation illusion in the fierce confrontation, and the heavens and the earth were also dyed black and red.
The knives and the ink-colored swords are constantly confronting each other. One is fierce and violent, and there is nowhere to go; one is magnificent and ever-changing; at the same time, the inch collapses and the roaring sounds are endless, and the rounds of air and waves roar and the hollows in the clouds continue to expand and expand. .
The heavens and the earth turned into a sea of ​​storms, and the calm lake surface stirred up huge waves. A large tree was uprooted, like a straw-like wind.
The Dongfu Faction is also faltering. Yan Danqing looks at the horror of the end of the world and feels extremely shocked. This is the scene of the top strong players, and it is even more incredible for him: "Aoyama can compete with the master!"
Li Qingshan is flying red, his brows are wrinkled, and the strength of the ink dragon king is indeed strong. The sword method is exactly the same as the martial art contained in the three musts, but there is a spirituality that can't be compared with the magical weapon, which can be integrated and transformed.
The sword is as silky as it is, wrapped around the knife, and the violent knife is like falling into a net. Was quickly swallowed.
"Li Qingshan, the gap between us can not be compensated by strength alone, you are still too young."
The Mohai Dragon King overlooks Li Qingshan, an ink-colored sword, and directly crosses the knife to the Li Qingshan. The mysterious is like an antelope. In the air, leaving a trace of ink, it is easy to tear the konjac, if there is not a layer of "cow magic skin", it will be killed by life.
"He still has enough strength to talk!"
Li Qingshan was so up in his heart that he knew that his sword and the lion's kendo of the Mohai Dragon King were more than one grade, and he was able to squat his hair. I am afraid it is because he is too big.
Although it is said that "one force to drop ten meetings", but it is based on the premise that power can be crushed, bullying and bullying such as Zhaoqing can still, can not afford the existence of the ink sea dragon king. He wants to do his best, but there is a feeling of nowhere to start, even the strength of the invincible shock, can only make the sword gas burst.
Continue like this. Must lose!
"The tiger is furious and gives me a break!"
Li Qingshan shouted, gave up all defenses, and the sword was smashed into the air, and the blood was splashed and the bones were visible. However, he did not realize that there was only the existence of the King of the Dark Sea, and he broke through the layers of swords. Kneeling to his head.
When the Mohai Dragon King was surprised, he immediately returned to calmness and said faintly: "Excessive force." It disappeared.
Seeing a knife falling, Li Qingshan was straight and round, his arm muscles were knotted, forcing the blade and forcing a half-moon arc. Roaring to the side.
The slightly sullen face of Mo Hailong Wang was reflected in the red light. I did not expect Li Qingshan to judge the direction of his movement. Is it just luck?
Hey!
The swords are struck and the eyes are handed over. Light stone fire!
The long sword trembled rapidly, dissolving the power on the blade, tens of thousands of confrontations, overlapping, and turned into a strange clear sound. The clouds in the sky were swept away, but the wind slid down in an instant. A large tree fell to the ground, but suddenly turned into a powder.
In Ruyi County, the general Wang Yue Wu Yang is facing the map, planning how to arrange traps to kill the flying king, suddenly his ears move, stepping out of the door, looking at the sky, and stunned: "Good and powerful Yu Wei, who is fighting!" Going through the air.
For this battle between dragons and tigers, countless monks have a sense of heart. Only the big monks who have confidence in their own strength are flying fast. This level of fighting has not been known for many years.
Mo Hailong Wang Yuguang stunned, his brow slightly slammed, buckled a bullet, and a drop of ink flew out.
Li Qingshan was in the middle of a bright light, suddenly saw a little flaw, Fengshen wings violently waved, turned into a red light from the side of the ink sea dragon king.
A pair of swords and fronts spun out, and a dark knife mark appeared in the chest and abdomen of the ink dragon. He almost divided him into two, in which the thick ink surged and he wanted to repair it as it was.
The red light crossed an arc and flashed back. Li Qingshan pursued the victory and did not give the ink dragon a breather, but there were some strange things that Mo Hailong Wang suddenly did such a meaningless move. No wonder what conspiracy, along the drop The ink that flew out looked away.
The few shacks left by the priests have disappeared and turned into dust. Yan Danqing slammed his ears and fell to the ground. His face was painful, and the blood between his fingers was overflowing.
And that drop of ink fell on him and turned into a black ball, covering him.
Li Qingshan’s heart was shocked, his body shape stopped, his expression changed.
"What's wrong? What are you hesitating? This state can't be maintained for too long." Mo Hailong Wang held the sword, and his look was still calm, as if there was no such sword at all, and he was proud of Li Qingshan.
"Nothing!" Li Qingshan slammed himself on his own body, leaving a fierce scar like the Mohai Dragon King. "I will give you this knife, let's change places to continue!"
He is not the kind of sympathetic person, nor does he care about injuring a few innocents, nor even thinking about a fair decisive battle with the Mohai Dragon King. Instead, he wants to join forces with Xiao An to kill the dragon, but he will never use the safety of his friends to make it. It is his pride to break the enemy against the enemy!
Mo Hailong Wang re-examined Li Qingshan and asked: "Do you really want to kill me?"
"nonsense!"
"You can't kill me here~EbookFREE.me~ It's the same for a different place. Even if I stand still, let you lick a hundred knives and a thousand knives, I won't die."
"Then you will stand still!" Li Qingshan slashed his knife and pointed at the ink king, and most of them could not be forced.
Mo Hailong Wang simply ignored him, and he came to the side of Yan Danqing. His palm was gently shot in his vest. Yan Danqing spit out a blood. His face suddenly became much better. He said, "Master, don’t fight again, what? Grievance can't be solved!"
"Shut up." Mo Hailong did not return to Li Qingshan: "Of course, you will not be easily killed by me. Once you lose it, you will run away. If you fight again, it will be meaningless!"
"I will run? Then how can I kill you? Dragon King!" Li Qingshan asked sarcastically.
"If you are not afraid of death, come to the painting! Only there, you have a chance to kill me." To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point () to vote, the monthly pass, your support, is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please read. )
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