Just when his sneak attack was successful, he still had no time to be excited.

A black palm covered with blood and energy to block Liao Changsheng's sword.

Luo Qingshan packed his hand and pinched the tip of the sword, feeling the cold and tingling breath, a trace of blood left from his palm.

His horizontal practice and many powerful forces were finally broken by the powerful sword technique of the Void Sword Sect.

It's just breaking the defense, but there is no way to make any progress.

Liao Changsheng tried his best to stab the sword, keeping his posture, but his eyes were already dull.

With a sharp pull, he split into two petals, and blood was not flowing.

Fast, faster knife than him!

If Liao Changsheng's sword is captured by Luo Qingshan at the moment, if he abandons the sword and retreats, there may be a glimmer of hope.

However, Liao Changsheng continued to exert his strength to penetrate Luo Qingshan's palm, his eyebrows, and kill the disciple of Shanhai Sect who had not been born for 800 years.

A moment of greed caused Luo Qingshan to break into pieces without any defense.

Redeem your life for life, and one thought determines life and death!

Luo Qingshan touched the corpse indifferently, took out his token and sword, and threw it into the token space.

A series of movements, flowing and skillful movements.

In this matter, Zhang Ye, the disciple of Wubianyun, learned that if the disciple token that was integrated with flesh and blood did not have time to activate the life-saving method at the moment of death, it would appear from the chest and heart of the disciple after his death.

The streets were silent.

Everyone did not expect that Luo Qingshan would practice Heng's martial arts to such an extent, and his physical body was not inferior to that of ancient body-refining warriors, or even stronger.

"The Void Sword Sect, the first in attack, actually broke Luo Qingshan's defense?"

Luo Qingshan looked at the wound in his hand. After he got the fast forward system, it was difficult for anyone to cause him any flesh and blood injuries.

Recalling the technique I practiced [Changchun Gong], the palm condenses blood and energy, and the force is circulating. The force that controls the recovery force flows. The wound that flows blood. Under the healing of the strength and blood energy of the [Changchun Gong], it heals at a speed visible to the naked eye.

When he carried the knife and looked around, only a faint red scar left on the wound.
Chapter completed!