Not only was this black humanoid object covered with a protective shield, its body was also so hard that it was unimaginable. Chang Sheng seriously doubted whether this thing was human.
At this time, the black humanoid object looked at Chang Sheng who was constantly attacking him, and couldn't help but speak loudly.
"Human, what's your name?"
Humanity?
Changsheng remembered in a daze that Senior Yuanji Wuchangli seemed to have called him by this name. So the senior and this black humanoid object came from the same place?
Yes, Changsheng had long suspected that these black objects falling from the sky were not all local creatures in Shengyuan World. After all, they had a strong sense of weirdness all over their bodies. At this time, the name of this black humanoid object made him even more confused.
Changsheng confirmed this matter.
"... Changsheng, don't talk nonsense to him, hurry up and kill him, he is deliberately distracting you."
"good!"
Changsheng no longer hesitated and charged forward with her sword. Her skills had become extremely sharp during her more than ten years of training. What's more, hate separation is one of the most useful weapons against the black humanoid object in front of her. It makes no sense.
She wants to step back.
She took a deep breath, and when she opened her eyes again, there was a faint sadness surrounding the separation. This sadness contained many things, including the sadness of the separation of family and country, the sadness of the separation of lovers.
Sadness, the faint sadness of elders when they face the farewell of younger generations...
One of these various complex sorrows gathered together to form a huge wave, causing strange phenomena in heaven and earth.
Faintly, even the sky and the ground were wailing in sorrow, and the heaven and the earth were mourning together.
Taishang Li, who had come from afar, looked at the scene in shock. He had long known that he was not the best in swordsmanship. The world of Shengyuan was really too big, even if he was a famous figure in the new generation.
He is a genius in swordsmanship, but no one can confirm whether there are some monks who are stronger than him somewhere. But this is the first time that he has such a strong desire to compete.
Although he knew as early as the first meeting that this Yong'an Taoist friend would have very profound attainments in kendo, he did not expect that this time would be so short. However, in just three years, the Yong'an tour guide was deeply saddened.
Is the way of the sword so powerful?
After a brief period of consternation, Li Taishang's eyes burned with blazing fighting spirit. This is good, this is the best. The more colleagues and competitors there are in kendo, the more likely they will maintain their love for kendo forever.
Li Taishang has seen more than once that brothers, sisters or elders of his disciples have problems with their Taoist minds after practicing swordsmanship for many years. From the joy of seeing the spiritual sword at the beginning to now they are almost afraid to hold the sword. This kind of swordsmanship is the most tragic.
. They were originally best at holding swords, and the one they spent the most time with was their own spiritual swords. But later on, they couldn't even hold their own swords. This is really sad.
Even though Li Taishang has a strong sword mind, he still has doubts at times. Especially when he defeated his senior brothers and sisters for the first time he held the sword, the envious looks from his brothers and sisters around him made him feel nothing but joy.
, there is even a slight doubt. The sword is lonely, who can move forward with him?
Yes, even though he has a gentle temper and even a pure heart, as the most talented disciple of the Supreme Sword Sect, there is still a sense of pride in his bones.
"Fellow Taoist Yong'an, I'm here to help you."
Changsheng nodded and told him his discovery.
"Fellow Daoist Li, this thing has a protective shield on it that can prevent the post-tribulation golden rain from being sprinkled on it. It will only be effective if it is directly touched with a weapon to create a wound."
"Thank you fellow Taoist for your advice!"
There was a slight arc at the corner of Mrs. Li's mouth. Although the arc was not obvious, it was the best mood he had had in a while. Although his friend had left, he was still alive! There are people who are alive.
What he should do, what he has to do now is to catch the black figure in front of him, force him to find out their origin and purpose, and finally kill it to avenge his friends!
Just like the lightest and softest wind in the world, blowing over the hills and caressing the tender petals. Mrs. Li's sword intention carries a mysterious and mysterious atmosphere. It looks so gentle and harmless
, but when the seemingly ordinary sword blade swiped the black figure's arm, its arm was directly broken, and the black blood inside was cut open by an invisible air and could not be healed again.
"Ah! Despicable human being, how dare you hurt me?! I want to..."
Before the black figure finished speaking, Changsheng had already attacked. Xinbieli gently scratched the monk's back, and immediately made a deep scar that could be seen in the bone. Because of the special attributes of Xiebieli, this black figure was behind
The wound on the back is more difficult to heal.
His words were suppressed in his throat, and when he turned around, the anger on his body didn't need an expression, and he showed his perseverance vividly.
"You guys..."
"Okay, stop talking. I know what you are going to say. You are a 'stupid human being' again, right? You sound like you are not a human being!"
"Of course I am not a human being. I am a noble species, separated from flesh and blood like you."
"Since you don't need flesh and blood, why do you want to devour the flesh and blood of other monks and mortals?"
Changsheng retorted, and the offensive in his hands eased.
The black figure opposite stood proudly a little higher than her. That figure, that posture, it felt like telling everyone, 'You mortals are not worthy of standing at the same height as me. You can only look up to me.
'Same.
To be honest, ever since he entered the path of cultivation, Changsheng has never seen such a arrogant person. Although this person's behavior can be called absolutely cruel, his various behaviors seem to tell everyone,
He doesn't seem that smart?
Changsheng and Li Taishang exchanged a look, and each other's attacks gradually became less fierce, and even softened a lot. 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 obtain some information in advance.
intelligence.
"Isn't it natural for me to eat them to gain strength?"
"But you look just like a human being. Are you a monster?"
"Bah! You are the dirty things like monsters. I am an extremely noble being. My name is Zero Zero Eight!"
"...zero, zero and eight?"
No one can know the kind of shock that Changsheng and Li Taishang, two native monks from the Great World of Shengyuan, received when they heard this name.
How could a person's name be a number? Could it be that he was a deadpool trained by certain sect families specifically for assassination? It is said that those deadpools did not have their own names, only a string of numerical codes.
