The Yuan Stone in his hand gradually disappeared, and a thick layer of powder fell on the ground.

With a long breath, Li Chaoyang's eyes couldn't help showing a little joy, in five days, he refined all the essence and blood of the Iron Winged Eagle in his body, and the Yuan Shi and pills exploited from Dugu Chen were all consumed, and he could clearly feel that every cell in his body had changed again, becoming stronger and tougher, making the strength of ** gradually increase.

The body that sat cross-legged stood up, and there was a crackling sound in the bones.

A punch was swung out, and the powerful force rolled out the whirring wind, as if the surrounding void was also vibrating, Li Chaoyang's eyes showed joy, this penance completely consolidated the realm of the Heavenly Demon Refining Body, it is no exaggeration to say that now Li Chaoyang's combat effectiveness must not be measured by the cultivation realm of ordinary people, just the powerful ** is enough to fight with the martial artists of the Dust Realm.

Opening the door of the house that had been closed for several days, it was already pale outside, and between the sky, the goose-feather-like snow was still falling, and there was a slight chill between the snow, Li Chaoyang couldn't help but take a deep breath, and the cool air in the air made him sober up a lot.

With the broken sword in his hand, Li Chaoyang shot forward.

A sword slashed out, between heaven and earth, the wind and snow suddenly changed, and the powerful power contained in the mountain directly destroyed all the snowflakes within dozens of zhang in the air, and the ground was as if swept over, and the snowflakes in front of the door disappeared completely.

Next sword, blast thunder!

The surrounding vitality suddenly converged, gathered into one, and the powerful momentum converged in mid-air, and then exploded, and the powerful power cut off a few feet of hard and incomparably hard stones on the top of the mountain, and the originally flat ground also became pitted and uneven.

Putting away the broken sword, Li Chaoyang felt that the Yuan Seed was almost exhausted, and shook his head a little dissatisfied, his cultivation was still too weak, if it wasn't for the strength of the [Xuantian Devouring Decision], he would never have used the second sword, if between life and death, he couldn't kill the enemy with two swords, then once the Yuan Force was exhausted, I am afraid it would undoubtedly be a catfish on the chopping board, and everyone would have cut it.

This is the last thing Lee wants to see.

After thinking about it, Li Chaoyang walked towards the library pavilion in the academy, although the swordsmanship he was practicing now was the nine-rank martial arts, but it consumed too much yuan power, and he couldn't easily use it when facing the enemy, and when he came out, the strange woman also repeatedly told herself not to show her swordsmanship if she didn't reach the fourth realm, so Li Chaoyang could only go to the library to choose some low-level martial arts to meet the current needs.

In the sky, the broken snow fell again one after another, blocking the traces of Li Chaoyang's sword practice.

Nearly half an hour's walk. Li Chaoyang finally came to the library pavilion.

Through the efforts of the people of the academy in the past dynasties, the collection of the library has reached an astonishing level, and the powerful royal family sometimes has to pull down their faces and come to the academy to seek suitable martial arts.

There are three floors from top to bottom, only the first two floors are open to the academy, and the third floor is only the dean, as well as a few vice presidents, and several elders of special existences are qualified to enter, and even many lecturers are not qualified to enter, which also makes the third floor of the library cabinet mysterious.

Entering the library pavilion, a unique smell of books came to your face.

An old man in Tsing Yi sat drowsy behind his desk, with a gray beard and even a few traces of crystal, which made people laugh.

"Ahem!"

"What are you doing in the Library?"

Although Li Chaoyang's steps were light, he still surprised the sleeping old man.

The old man's expression was a little surprised, this snowy day is definitely suitable for a pot of wine, a plate of peanuts, a few drinks, and then get into the quilt to sleep happily, but I didn't expect someone to come to the library.

"Disciple Li Chaoyang came to the library to seek a military decision, hoping that the teacher would allow it. Li Chaoyang said respectfully and politely. The Library Pavilion is one of the three holy places in the Academy, and it is guarded by antique-level old monsters on weekdays, which is also the reason why the Library Pavilion is relatively free to enter and exit, and no one wants to commit crimes under the noses of the guardians of the Academy.

Eyes swept to Li Chaoyang, the old man couldn't help but stroke his gray beard, and carefully looked at the young man in front of him, when the dean Zhong returned on a rainy night, bringing a disciple, few people know, but he is one of them, from the beginning of the interest, to the later interest, to the disappointment, he has experienced it.

However, he never imagined that the waste materials that disappointed him so much would actually appear in the library today.

Moreover, it is still necessary to seek a military decision.

His eyes swept over Li Chaoyang's body, as if he was going straight to his heart.

Li Chaoyang stood neither humble nor arrogant, his eyes blazing.

"You've advanced to the Qiyuan Realm!"

"There's something weird about your meta-species. ”

The old man spoke out a little out of shape, and then fell into deep thought.

In the library pavilion, there was a sudden silence, and the sound of falling snow outside was clearly in my ears.

After a long time, the old man spoke: "Except for the third floor, you can enter the rest of the places at will, but remember, you must not take the martial arts books out of the library pavilion, otherwise you will not be qualified to enter for the rest of your life." ”

Li Chaoyang bent down and saluted, and said respectfully: "Disciple remember." ”

The old man nodded with satisfaction, but there was a hint of complexity in his eyes.

The martial determination methods in the library are all strictly classified, fist techniques, swordsmanship, and sword duels, all of which are placed together, and have detailed annotations and levels.

Walking through the dense bookshelves, Li Chaoyang stood still in front of the bookshelf of the martial arts, carefully examining the martial arts on it.

Relatively speaking, there are very few martial arts, and there are only eight books on the shelves, and the level is not high, but Li Chaoyang carefully checked them one by one.

Finally arrived at the last book, opened the scroll, and the blood-red font on it instantly made countless sharp swords, as if to blind Li Chaoyang's eyes, and the next moment the few fonts evolved into a figure, on top of the scroll, there was a sensation.

Li Chaoyang suddenly felt a sharp pain in his mind, like a knife cut, and couldn't help but close his eyes, and the pain slowly receded.

After a while, Li Chaoyang looked at the scroll again, everything was normal, as if everything that had happened before did not exist.

Suppressing the shock in his heart, Li Chaoyang looked at the annotation next to him, Wu Duel: Moro Tianyan Body Method, Level: Ominous, Source: Ominous.

Putting down the martial arts in his hand, Li Chaoyang continued to walk forward.

However, my head began to dizzy, and the road in front of me was a little blurry.

Sweat kept dripping, Li Chaoyang had to walk outside, in this state, it was impossible to choose a martial arts decision.

Seeing Li Chaoyang, who was pale and covered with cold sweat, walked out, the old man in Tsing Yi showed a hint of worry in his expression, and couldn't help but ask, "Are you sick?" ”

Li Chaoyang said stiffly: "Maybe I caught a cold last night, the disciple left first, and come back tomorrow." ”

"Good!" the old man in Tsing Yi nodded.

......

......

barely managed to walk into the hut, Li Chaoyang collapsed directly on the bed, and the dizziness in his head seemed to be reversed.

Gradually, Li Chaoyang fell into a deep sleep.

The tiredness of three consecutive days of cultivation swept in.

In his sleep, the killing began.

The sword swung, blood splattered, splashed the earth, blood stained everything, and a figure as tall as a mountain strode between heaven and earth, holding a spear of incomparably thick in his hand.

Between the swings of the spears, everything was slaughtered, no one could stop it, and countless people exuded terrified looks.

Suddenly, a figure appeared in the void, like wind and light, existence and non-existence, that is the speed to the extreme, like the existence of light, flashing, the huge body suddenly stagnated, between them, the huge head fell, blood like a spring.

A blood-red figure stood on top of the massive corpse, a sinister smile at the corner of his mouth.

In the next moment, the figure turned into dozens of movements, each of which was different, but when it was coherent, it seemed to be interpreting something......

The severe pain that must be endured every night came again, and Li Chaoyang also woke up from his slumber, frantically absorbing the vitality between heaven and earth.

The pain disappeared, but Li Chaoyang was sleepless.

Stand still, and carefully reflect on everything that the dream is.

Following the figure in the dream, Li Chaoyang's body moved slowly, with a hint of strangeness and incomparably mysterious, at first glance, it seemed a little similar to the figure in his sleep.