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The copper Dingshan, which resembles the shape of a cauldron, burst out with soaring aura, like a volcano erupting fiercely. The ruins were turned into ashes in the brilliance, and then flew to the sky, all traces of man-made, were erased in an instant, condensed into a layer of crystals.
Li Qingshan cast his gaze into the billowing smoke and dust, Fu Qingjin did not have time to escape in the future, Qingxu sword pointed to the long sky, standing in front of Fu Qingjin, one side was Tsing Yi floating with blue silk flying, and the other side turned into dots of fluorescence, flying and gathering.
At the last moment, he used the illusion of Qingxu, even if he was concentrated by the light beam, it was only scattered with a little bit of fluorescence.
"Keep on firing!" Li Qingshan snarled with a knife. No matter how strong the Qingxu sword, the power is not endless. It seems invincible but he has not been forced to the extreme. Good opportunity.
The light fell like rain, pouring on the top of the copper ding mountain, rumbling rumblingly, the peak was cut off layer by layer, Fu Qingjun's body continued to diffuse and converge, and his expression remained calm and unchanging.
For a full quarter of an hour, Fu Qingyan frowned, and the Qingxu sword in his hand trembled slightly. He didn't expect to be caught in such a predicament by accident. Beiyue, I underestimated you.
As soon as he bit the tip of his tongue, a mouthful of blood spurted on the Qingxu sword, the sword body was cyan light, and the human sword merged into one, turning into a cyan light straight into the sky.
"It's now!" Li Qingshan's eyes lit up, and he, who had been ready for a long time, suddenly opened the Fengshen's wings, held a blood knife and waved a sword light like a sword, cutting off the blue light.
Fu Qingjin laughed instead of anger, and the Qingxu sword burst into the abandoned palace city with rounds of cyan light. Unfold in mid-air. In a daze, Li Qingshan once again fell into the illusion of Qingxu.
Ye Liusu and Ye Liubo walked through the air, followed by them, the weapon in their hands was ready to go, and they waved at Fu Qingjin, but they were left blank. They directly penetrated through the blue light, looking back in astonishment. The illusion of Qingxu is like a mirage in the sky, which is beyond sight.
Fu Qingjin said quietly, "Even if there are thousands of people, I can only face me by one person in the end. Are you ready? Beiyue."
At this time, many foundation-building monks who came to the rescue arrived one after another and saw the tragic appearance of the copper dingshan. Looking at the illusion in the sky again, I didn't know what to do for a while.
Ye Liubo said loudly: "Quickly, open up a path to a secluded tour." Although he has never fought against Fu Qingjun, the liaison officer of the Tibetan Sword Palace is also famous underground. He fought Qiang Shi Xuesha several times, all of them. Taking the upper hand, even though they failed to kill the two demons, they would often be forced back to the ground, with some injuries.
"No need." Li Qingshan stared at Fu Qingjin in front of him indifferently. This illusion of Qingxu is different from the magic circle, it is all controlled by Fu Qingjun, even if it barely breaks in, it will be rejected. "From now on, let Ye Liusu command you. Do your best to kill the cultivators of the Jade Demon League."
"Tassel leads the way." Ye Liusu rushed forward to rescue the foundation-building monks, and the rest of the night tourists followed closely. The people were in the air, melted into the darkness, and disappeared.
The complexion of the monks at the foundation changed drastically, and they had never seen so many night tourist assassins appearing together.
"Sword spirit is like a mountain!" A middle-aged monk wearing a Taoist robe. The long sword was unsheathed behind him, transforming the shadow of a heavy epee, like a mountain of swords around him. If you are fighting against a few night tourists, this move is enough to defend yourself. The night tourists are not good at frontal assaults, but at the moment he is fighting against dozens of the strongest night tourists assassins.
Ping-pong, a series of weapons hitting the sound, the night tourist assassin's body flashed like ghosts and heavy shadows, pressing back like a mountain of sword aura.
The middle-aged monk horrified, took out a handful of thunderbolts from the treasure bag and spilled them all over. A burst of explosions cut off the offensive of the night tourist, and he hurried away with his sword.
Ye Liubo snorted coldly, abandoned the sword and used the bow, opening like a full moon, and a black sharp arrow had been condensed between his two fingers. Behind her, more than a dozen Yeyou assassins also behave in general. Among the Yeyou people, archery is a must-have skill since childhood.
A cloud of black arrows penetrated the smoke of the explosion, sliding across the black tracks silently.
The middle-aged monk shouted to the back of the other foundation-building monks: "Friends, help me!"
The other foundation-building cultivators flee away without looking back, in line with the idea of dead fellow daoist but not poor daoist. Desperately with dozens of night tourists who crossed the robbery, they are not crazy yet.
The middle-aged monk tried his best to block a few long arrows, and the robes on his body stirred up. It was also an extremely rare top-quality body protector, helping him withstand seven or eight arrows. If you fight alone, you are almost invincible, but under the absolute gap in numbers, the Taoist robe has no time to regain its strength. Falling down from the sky.
And his "dao friends" did not easily escape. The six mistresses went to block their way separately. The speed was their advantage, and there were not many opportunities to be able to kill the foundation-building cultivator so easily.
"You think this can disturb my mind." Fu Qingjin said, using the illusion of Qingxu to restore the strength he had just lost.
"I never thought about disturbing your mind, how? You didn't expect this scene!" Li Qingshan said, but didn't take the initiative to attack, and chatted with Fu Qingyan with great interest.
He has never been a bullshit. Under the absolute advantage, he still has to talk bullshit and pretend to be a stupid thing, and then be turned over by his opponent. He hates this stupid thing.
On the contrary, after seeing the speed at which Fu Qingjin’s Yujian escaped, he understood that he had no "advantage". Now even if Fu Qingjin was fighting for 300 rounds with Fu Qingjin, he still couldn’t stop him. .
When they reach their level, in one-on-one situations, most of them are in this situation.
For Li Qingshan, winning a game didn't make any sense, so he deliberately gave Qingjin the hope of killing him, just to drag him here. His helper is already on the way.
When he saw Fu Qingjin, Li Qingshan understood that this was a great opportunity for the Zhu Yao League, and the clone began to actively act underground. The helper he was looking for was not Xiao An.
In the underground cave, the blood shadow looked at Li Qingshan coldly: "How dare you come to my territory?"
"Fu Qingjin is in Tongdingshan, confronting my deity, if you want revenge, come!" Li Qingshan opened his mouth and said, the strange speed of the blood shadow was able to embellish Fu Qingjin and cut off his vitality.
"You're really telling me?" Xueying's expression changed. His hatred of Li Qingshan was no less than that of Fu Qingjin, and both of them humiliated him.
"Believe it or not." Li Qingshan turned and left, and the blood shadow came to him in a flash: "Where are you going?"
"Of course I'm looking for Qiang Shi, Dragon Snail, yes, and Master Spider Queen, I want to tell her, a good opportunity to counterattack is here."
Li Qingshan flew around the blood shadow. He didn't know any tactics and strategy, but suddenly found that he had a good hand in his hand and wanted to win a big head.
War is not a game that can be won by conspiracy and tricks. The so-called strategizing is far less mysterious than that described in the novel. It is always full of variables, and one accident can change the direction of war.
But what really decides the outcome is still the strength of both sides. At least at this moment, the united night tourist clan is more powerful than the strange Jade Demon League.
All this, Fu Qingjin just thought about it, and then he thought about it thoroughly. He even guessed a little bit about Li Qingshan's purpose. But he was still as calm as water, and instead smiled and said: "I know what you think, but even if the blood demon and the stone demon come together, you can't kill me."
"Try it." Li Qingshan sat down on the moss-covered steps, "I hope your men are as strong as you, and you are just arrogant with a sword."
Deep underground, Qiang Shi grinned and said, "Do you want me to help you?"
"No, I advise you to take the opportunity to attack other schools. Now is the best time." Li Qingshan turned around and left. Qiangshi couldn't keep up with the speed of Fu Qingjin's sword breaking through the air, and the killing stone might not have much power. It works, but it's better to attack the martial arts.
What Fu Qingjin said was right. The certainty of killing hadn't existed from the beginning, but he could at least destroy the Jade Demon League.
"A gentleman is not a stranger, he is good at things, and what you rely on is more than yourself?" Fu Qingguo said, came to the broken wall on the right hand side of Li Qingshan and sat down, and said with a smile: "A group of foundation-building monks , Is not as important as you think. In comparison, I care more about you. In just a few years, from a monster, no, a monster, to such an extent, it is really amazing."
Li Qingshan raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "They are very important to me." Without fighting this time, without so many trophies, how could he be who he is now.
"Does it rely on the pill that the cat demon gave you? No, it's not enough, you should have other good luck." Fu Qingyan said to himself.
"Of course I have a deep blessing." Li Qingshan looked down casually. The foundation-building cultivators were like elk surrounded by wolves, gradually dying, and one more died.
"By the way, do you know who killed the elder Feilong?" Fu Qingyan asked suddenly, caged in his sleeve, holding the horn of Haechi. He stayed here to figure out this. For the Tibetan Sword Palace, this is the most important thing. The words just prepared for this question are just to attack it.
Of course the enemy can't tell the truth, but with Haechi horns, he believes he can figure out the truth.
Li Qingshan opened his mouth to speak, his thoughts turned, he kept his mouth shut, and even closed his eyes. When talking to such a person, he must not be careless.
Fu Qingjin’s eyes flashed with blue light, and he smiled slightly and said, “Okay, I think I already know that, in fact, you are not a person who is good at covering up. That talent is the source of all your strength, right?”
Li Qingshan suddenly opened his eyes: "What are you holding in your hand?" (to be continued) RQ
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