Chapter 850 (1/2)

PS: the last chapter is (23 / 139). Yesterday, I forgot to mark many things, but it's not finished yet. How much can I pay back? Li Qingjun's fighting spirit also aroused the fighting spirit of Mangshan Mountain.

In the heart of Mang Mountain, it also means to fight with Li Qingjun alone.

Because Li Qingjun was the one who destroyed the Western wasteland. Even if mountain mang doesn't care about the survival of future generations, he always feels a little uncomfortable. Occasionally, he chats with the elders and says, ”Oh, Reverend, your country has been destroyed, and the other party is still alive and kicking?”? Oh, Reverend, have you changed to Buddhism?

The smile on Mang Mountain's face indicates that this seat has been torn down. Why should we care? In fact, of course, I am not happy.

The descendants of this seat can kill themselves. What other people have the right to destroy the kingdom of this seat?

The divinity and national fortune of Li Wuxian was somehow the subconscious influence of revenge for the Western wasteland. Therefore, he admitted that it was reasonable for Li Qingjun to say that the remaining evils of the Western wasteland were stolen from the south.

Originally this kind of feeling is very light, will not specially think in this direction, but this is the cause and effect. At the beginning, Zuo Qingtian left people to observe Dali. He left Mang Mountain specially. Mang Mountain thought it was his own. Naturally, he knew that both sides had cause and effect.

In front of Li Qingjun's vigorous fighting intention, he was thoroughly aroused this cause and effect.

I didn't kill you in those years. Are you still up?

After all, the feud is a kind of feud, which spreads from the common customs to the immortal family.

Let's end the feud between the two countries with a decisive battle.

Li Qingjun's return to Fu is complete, and Mang Mountain is the first floor of Qianyuan More than ten years of time, for ordinary monks of Qianyuan, it is really not enough time to break through. Even Qin's chess has to be honed in the space of time illusion for decades, and now there are only three levels.

At this level, Wu Xiu's ability of leapfrog combat is no longer prominent. The xuanjing magic methods available at Qianyuan level are too abstruse, and martial arts cultivation is often difficult to crack, and can't break ten thousand methods with one sword. In the early days, the bonus of leapfrogging has disappeared, and it's time to lose.

This is not the leap of the great realm. On the surface, Li Qingjun is doomed to lose. No one on the sidelines thinks that Li Qingjun can win, including Yu Shang.

”Sister Qingjun!” Yu Shang was a little worried: ”I'll come? Do you want to inform your husband? ”

Li Qingjun smile: ”please help me sweep the array, this is our own cause and effect.”

Yu Shang pursed her mouth and had to keep the Taoist in check. However, the Taoist priest was relaxed. He did not think that Li Qingjun could win. In his opinion, it was stupid.

It is difficult for ordinary practitioners to understand the fighting heart of a warrior.

A little blood ripples appear on the stick head of Mang Mountain, like a sea of blood, like a dream, pointing directly to the body and soul blood, burning from inside.

Sorcery, which is totally different from Daoism, has the most original resonance and destruction to human body.

For the angry warrior, it's almost a killing.

”Bang!” Silver light, like practice, breaks straight into the middle of the ripples.

Li Qingjun's heart was as cold as ice, and his spirit was angry and his blood did not move. This sorcery method could not arouse her blood. She was completely broken by a shot.

It seems that Mang's opponent is a little surprised

With a flash of blood, mountain mang has reached the middle of the sky, and its huge feet are like the top of Mount Tai, subverting heaven and earth.

Li Qingjun raised his head, and it was this blow that brought down the western wilderness The irresistible fear at that time is now

But so it is!

”Boom The spear shot straight into the sky, the stars faded, and avoided the edge. The full moon hanging in the sky seemed to be shot down by this gun.

Penglai sword Pavilion, moon falling sword!

As if the curtain of the sky would be pierced by this gun, breaking the night.

The once irresistible soles, such as broken bluestone, burst into pieces.

Li Qingjun's Qi and blood surged and fell back several feet. He collapsed an altar pillar, but he also stopped and looked up with a smile.

Qin Yi, have you seen it? That's the fear of that year!

”Those who respect the world and cross the Qianyuan period will not be as good as the beginning!” Li Qingjun pointed at the silver gun and danced with his long hair: ”come again! Let me see what kind of practice has been achieved by the so-called sorcery of cutting off emotion and Jueming! ”

If it was the continuation of hatred before, this moment seems to have become a dispute.

Yu Shang looks at Li Qingjun, and she thinks that Li Qingjun is beautiful at this moment.

The husband is surrounded by all kinds of special lineage, as if the strong and weak are doomed by God. Then Li Qingjun's existence is to break through all these things.