I rely on residual blood to repair my longevity

Chapter 428
"Clang clang!"

Not only is this black humanoid body covered with a protective cover, but its body is also unimaginably hard.Changsheng seriously doubts whether this thing is human.

At this time, the black humanoid object looked at Changsheng who was constantly attacking him, and couldn't help but speak loudly.

"Human, what's your name?"

Humanity?

Changsheng recalled in a trance that Senior Yuanji Wuchangli seemed to have called himself by this name once.So senior and this black humanoid object came from the same place?
Yes, Changsheng had suspected for a long time that these black objects that fell from the sky were not native creatures in Shengyuan Great World.After all, they have a strong sense of strangeness all over their bodies.At this time, the name that the black humanoid object called him made Changsheng more sure about this matter.

"...Changsheng, don't talk nonsense with him, hurry up and kill him, he deliberately distracted you."

"it is good!"

Changsheng no longer hesitated, and charged forward with his sword.Her skills have become extremely sharp in the past ten years of cultivation.What's more, Hate and Separation is still one of the most useful weapons against the black humanoid object in front of him.There was no reason for her to back off.

She took a deep breath, and when she opened her eyes again, there was a hint of sadness surrounding the parting of hatred.This kind of sadness contains a lot of meanings, such as the sadness of the separation of family and country, the sadness of separation of lovers, and the faint sadness of the elders when they face the parting of the younger generation...

One of these various miscellaneous sorrows gathers together to form a huge wave, causing visions of heaven and earth.

Vaguely, even the sky and the ground were howling mournfully, and the heaven and the earth were mourning together.

Mrs. Li, who came from afar, looked at the scene before him in shock. He had known for a long time that he was not No.1 in the way of swordsmanship.The Shengyuan Great World is really too big. Even though he is a famous swordsman genius of the new generation, no one can confirm whether there are some monks stronger than him somewhere.But it was the first time he had such a strong competitive spirit.

Although as early as the first time they met, he knew that this Yong'an Taoist friend would have a very deep attainment in the way of swordsmanship, but he did not expect that this time would be so short.But in just three years, has Yong'an's guide, the path of grief into the sword, turned out to be so powerful?

After a short period of shock, Li Taishang's eyes burned with a raging fighting spirit.This is good, this is the best.The more comrades and competitors there are in the way of kendo, the more love for kendo will be maintained forever.

Mrs. Li has seen more than once that the brothers, sisters or elders of the master's school have problems with their Taoism because of years of practicing kendo. From the beginning, they were happy when they saw the spirit sword, but now they hardly dare to hold the sword.This kind of sword repair is the most pathetic.They were originally best at holding swords, and the one they had the most contact with was their own spirit swords, but in the end they couldn't even hold their own swords.It's really sad.

Even though Li Taishang has a tough sword heart, sometimes doubts are unavoidable.Especially when he defeated his senior brothers and sisters for the first time holding a sword, the envious eyes from the brothers and sisters around him made him not only joy, but also a slight doubt.Kendo is lonely, who can go forward with him?
Yes, even though he has a gentle temper and even has a pure heart, as the most talented disciple of the Supreme Sword Sect, there is still a sense of pride in his bones.

"Fellow Daoist Yong'an, I'll help you."

Changsheng nodded and told him what he found.

"Li Daoyou, this thing has a protective cover on its body, which can prevent the golden rain that sprinkles on it. It will only be useful if it is directly touched with a weapon to create a wound."

"Thank you for your advice!"

There was a slight arc on the corner of Mrs. Li's upper mouth. Although the arc was not obvious, this was the time when he was in the best mood since this period of time.Although the friend has left, but he is still alive!A living person has what he should do. What he has to do now is to grab the black figure in front of him, ask them about their origin and purpose, and finally kill it to avenge his friend!

Like the lightest and softest wind in the world, blowing over the hills and caressing those tender petals.Li Taishang's sword intent carried a mysterious and mysterious aura.It looked so soft and harmless, but when the ordinary-looking blade slashed across the arm of the black figure, its arm was directly broken, and the black blood inside was cut by an invisible air, unable to heal again.

"Ah! You humble human being, how dare you hurt me?! I want to..."

Before the black man could finish his words, Chang Sheng had already attacked, Hate Bie Li lightly brushed across the monk's back, and immediately drew a scar with deep bones visible.Because of the special attribute of hate and parting, the wound on the black figure's back was more difficult to heal.

His words were suppressed in his throat, and when he turned around, the anger on his body didn't need to be expressed, and he showed dripping persistence.

"You guys..."

"Okay, stop talking, I know what you're going to say, are you a 'stupid human being' again? It's like you're not a human being!"

"Of course I am not human, but I am a noble species, separated from your flesh and blood."

"Since you don't need flesh and blood, why do you want to devour the flesh and blood of other monks and mortals?"

Chang Sheng retorted, and the offensive in his hands eased.

The black figure on the opposite side stood proudly a little taller than her. With that figure and posture, it felt like telling everyone, 'You mortals are not worthy to stand at the same height as me, you can only look up to me'.

To be honest, Changsheng has never seen such a proud person since he stepped into the path of cultivation.Although this person's behavior can be called absolutely cruel, but his various behaviors seem to tell everyone that he doesn't seem to be that smart?

Chang Sheng and Mrs. Li exchanged a look, and the offensive of each other gradually became less fierce, and even eased a lot, but they just tried their best not to let the other party find out.If this thing is really as stupid as it appears, maybe they can get some information in advance.

"Isn't it natural for me to eat them to gain strength?"

"But you look like a human being, so are you a monster?"

"Bah! You are the dirty things like monsters. I am an extremely noble existence, my name is Zero Zero Eight!"

"...Zero, zero and eight?"

No one can know the kind of shock Changsheng and Li Taishang, two native monks of Shengyuan Great World, received when they heard this name.

How can a person's name be a number?Could it be that he is a dead waiter specially trained for assassination by some sect aristocratic family? It is said that those dead waiters do not have their own names, only a series of numerical codes.

(End of this chapter)