"Oh no! no matter how much damage I inflict on him, he can heal quickly, as if he was completely fine. If he continues like this, his cultivation will be exhausted, and I'm afraid he will still be a good person. Although he can't tell the real body and can't hurt himself for the time being, if he keeps consuming it, he will be consumed to death. Li Changsheng frowned and thought in his heart.

The Medical Academy has powerful defensive powers and can heal itself in a very short time, and it is not so easy to defeat them. Unless it is to be able to crush them in the realm, so that they cannot recover in time. As one of the seven colleges, the College of Medicine has also been passed down for thousands of years, so how can the scholars of Hallym University in the college be so easy to kill?

However, the School of Medicine can only treat the living, not the real dead. It seems that he can only use the sword of death, this kind of general trend of heaven and earth.

The general trend of heaven and earth, the sword of death, was used in Fulong Villa and Shangguan Longcheng in the past. After Li Changsheng comprehended the general trend of his sword, he improved it. Evolved into his own swordsmanship, the sword of scholarly qi - the sword of death.

Book Spirit!

Li Changsheng's expression froze, and he summoned his own book spirit.

A huge book phantom appeared in the void behind him. At this time, there was a blank space on the book spirit page, which was a page exclusive to the combination of books and swords.

"Ten years of life and death, without thinking, unforgettable. ”

The tip of the Dayu heavy sword in Li Changsheng's hand pointed at the door in front of him, looked up at the sky, and looked solemnly, as if he was contemplating, as if he was missing, and at the same time groaned in his mouth. And as he read it, this sentence also appeared on the spirit of his book, one by one in golden fonts, arranged in vertical rows, like a big word man writing.

A pitch-black aura instantly lingered in the spirit of the book. The power of the combination of books and swords began to condense. Suddenly, a pure aura of death spread out in all directions.

"The style he just made was just a starting style, and he was able to have such a pure aura of death!" Jian Junhao frowned, as if he had already felt the horror of his sword. Affected by this breath of death, he felt as if he was in a mass grave. There are graves everywhere, and the autumn wind blows down the dead grass, and there is not a trace of life.

"Rush me!" Jian Junhao commanded the giant lizard, and with the momentum of thunder, it crashed towards Li Changsheng. He didn't want Li Changsheng to use this sword completely. The starting hand was so terrifying, he didn't have the slightest certainty that he would be able to catch the sword. Although the Eightfold Deity of the Medical Academy is able to resist the effects of death. However, the Eightfold Deity belongs to the supernatural powers of the second-generation saint of the Medical Academy, and he is only a beginner, and he is not enough to resist death.

"Boom!"

The giant lizard's eyes glowed red, carrying Jian Junhao, and slammed into Li Changsheng. However, when it hit Li Changsheng, Li Changsheng's figure disappeared in an instant.

"Thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to talk about desolation, even if you don't know each other, dusty, sideburns like frost. In the other direction, Li Changsheng's figure reappeared, and he continued to chant in his mouth. When he chanted this sentence, the sword style in his hand did not change, and the whole person seemed to be immersed in the artistic conception of death.

The breath of death between heaven and earth is even worse.

"Thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to talk about desolation, even if you don't know each other, dusty, sideburns like frost?" Jian Junhao was already infected by the breath of death at this time, and muttered in his mouth. Although it was the height of summer, he still felt a chill to his bones when he repeated this sentence. It made him feel cold all over his body and a chill down his spine.

Thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to talk about desolation. When Li Changsheng read this sentence, a scene of illusion appeared in Jian Junhao's mind. The mass graves are littered with mounds of graves. On top of an independent lonely grave, a female ghost is crying bitterly, as if pouring out her grievances in life.

Lonely ghosts!

Even if you don't know each other, your face is dusty, and your temples are like frost. And when Li Changsheng chanted this sentence, he seemed to feel that this lonely ghost came to him, and his eyes were staring at him. It was as if she was inextricably linked to herself, and she was covered with dust, her hair was white, and her skin was covered with deep wrinkles.

With a dusty face and temples like snow, this is a sign of impending death!

"No!" At this time, Jian Jun let out a wild roar, and shouted in his heart: "This is just his death sword intent, not an illusion, I can't be affected by him!"

"Kill him for me!" The only trace of his wisdom he had left, commanding the giant lizard, rushed towards Li Changsheng. However, at this time, the speed of the giant lizard's movement slowed down significantly. It has a spiritual connection with its master, and it is a spirit beast that Jian Junhao raised in the spirit of the book, and the master has been attacked by the breath of death, and it has also been affected.

Li Changsheng's body moved, and he easily dodged it.

"I came back to my hometown in a dream, Xiaoxuan window, and I was dressing up. There are no words for each other, only a thousand tears. ”

In Jian Junhao's ears, Li Changsheng's nightmarish singing voice came again. This voice sounded to him, like a strange soul-calling sound, which made him even more infected by the breath of death.

At night, I suddenly returned to my hometown, and I was dressing up in the small window. Jian Junhao seemed to have seen the deeds of this female ghost during her lifetime. She was sitting in front of a small window, carefully grooming herself. Although her appearance is unparalleled, she is a terrible female ghost. Suddenly, two lines of tears flowed down the female ghost's face.

Resentful spirits, ghosts!

Jian Junhao, at this time, seemed to have fallen into an ice cellar, and the breath of death completely invaded him. A painful feeling filled Jian Junhao's heart. Sadness, despair, helplessness...... It was the negative emotions brought to him by the breath of death.

"It is expected that the intestines will be broken every year, on a bright moonlit night, and short Matsuoka!"

The general trend of death, at this moment, has reached the extreme.

The sword of the book, the sword of death!

When the general trend of the Death Heaven and Earth reached its extreme, Li Changsheng finally took out his sword. A pitch-black sword aura slashed towards Jian Junhao. The sword aura emitted was not a bombardment, not a slash, but the meaning of death.

When the sword qi touched Jian Junhao, his body shook and he fell directly from the giant lizard. And the giant lizard is also a soft corner, falling to the ground prestige.

The sword of death, the sword qi emitted, will not knock the enemy into the air, and will not cut the mountain peak into two parts. Instead, let the enemy die when touched, because the sword of death contains the general trend of death.

Li Changsheng's sword was full of the breath of death. This sword contains the general trend of heaven and earth, death! Everything in heaven and earth has life, and where there is life, there is death. Death is the way of heaven and one of the general trends of heaven and earth. No one can get rid of it, and those peerless heroes, in order to get rid of death, want to pursue immortality in every possible way. But throughout the ages, who can live forever?

(To be continued.) )