But Lu Qingshan did not think so.
Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!
Seven consecutive metal clashing sounds like thunder, seven Taoist Swords advance in succession, forcibly blocking Luohu's fist.
Even so, Lu Qingshan still spewed a mouthful of blood in the end, flying backwards, and when he stabilized his body, all the bones in his body were trembling, with many already shattered.
Even after being weakened by seven layers, the punch hitting his body was still terrifying.
But in the next moment, right before everyone's eyes, Lu Qingshan's injuries healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Wounds healed, flesh regenerated, broken bones reformed.
In just an instant, Lu Qingshan returned to his original state, as if the injury had never happened.
The mockery on Luohu's face instantly froze.
"You can't kill me." Lu Qingshan said with a smile.
"Heavenly River Sea's force?!" Luohu's frozen expression quickly returned to normal.
