Celestial

This is one of the biggest gains on this plain.

This unknown black epee does not know which monk he once belonged to, and it suppresses a resentful ghost. Whenever he kills a life spirit, the ghost will drag the soul of that spirit into the sword and transform it into himself. The same ghosts are trapped together.

Every time you drag in, this sword is a powerful point.

Until now, this black sword is already suppressing the four ghosts. Under the action together, even the monk who first entered Jindan, he will be injured if he is caught off guard.

Used to deal with this young monk, some of them are overkill.

After the death of this young monk, even the soul will be directly enslaved. At that time, even if the people who touch the gold school want to find clues, it is difficult to find themselves...

"Damn, I don't want to shoot. Are you really afraid of you?"

The young monk named Zhang Ran didn't mean to be afraid at all. Instead, he simply didn't run away. After getting up from the ground, he took out a small wooden sword from his arms.

This small wooden sword looks just like a palm, the rough wooden surface is ordinary, and there are no runes and lines on the magic weapon, and there is no coercion. It looks like a carpenter who has just entered the profession. The exercises made.

However, at this time, Zhang Ran was holding this wooden sword, but he was raising his finger to the middle-aged monk: "Your life is not worth the sword left by my expert. ."

"What do you say?" Hearing this, the middle-aged monks were all dumbfounded, and followed, the face suddenly turned red, and the black rapier waved violently in his hand: "I am so ashamed to die!"

When the words fell, the evil spirits set off a gust of wind, and in the burst of roar, they swooped out...

This time, the middle-aged monk even mobilized the true elements of the whole body, and the steady flow of true elements poured into the evil spirits.

At this time, once shot, it has already surpassed most of the life soul monks, and even showed a certain amount of power that is only in the state of Jindan.

Not long ago, as long as the monk's upper limit could only reach the Golden Dragon Realm, the Dragon Bone Realm was already a strength that should not be underestimated. No matter where you went, it was enough to be valued...

but…

At this moment, the young monk who was facing this attack seemed to be unaware that he was in danger. When he saw the opponent's shot, he was not panicked. He was still scolding there: "Damn, Lao Tzu also fell **** for eight lifetimes! Actually, these kinds of treasures will be wasted on your kind of debris!"

"Die to me!"

Seeing the defeat of the opponent, at this time, they dare to provoke, and the middle-aged monk was so violent that he was still a little hesitant. He was too rude and would not damage the treasure on this kid.

No matter how much this time, a sword was handed out immediately afterwards, and a severe wave suddenly broke out. The ghosts seemed to have been ordered. The eyes became scarlet, and the sound of roaring became more brutal.

The middle-aged monk would rather fight to damage a little treasure, but also to shred the other party into a puree...

However, at this time, Zhang Ran didn't have the slightest panic. He faced the oncoming ghosts and violent sword spirit, and even had leisurely words in his mouth: "Damn, if you want to die, you want to die. I have to be bothered by me.

As the voice fell, Zhang Ran touched the wooden sword in his hand a little bit painfully, and he no longer hesitated to follow it, raising his hand a little, and above the short wooden sword, which was obviously wooden, actually issued a golden iron clash. Whispering.

It's just a moment that the spooky ghosts that rushed their teeth and danced claws, as if they had been immobilized...

They stopped their bodies in the air all of a sudden, and an inexplicable color of fear suddenly appeared on their vicious and vicious faces.

Then, the ghosts made a scream, just like running away, returning at a faster speed.

In an instant, he jumped back into the black epee and disappeared.

It's just a blink of an eye to rush out of them and return to the same way.

This scene fell in the eyes of the middle-aged monk, as if he had seen the upside-down. At that time, he was a little caught by surprise. Following that, he immediately urged the ghosts to attack, but the previously fierce ghosts never responded. .

The middle-aged monk suddenly felt a little nervous.

He also knows that Zhang Ran dared to take out the strange wooden sword to challenge himself at this moment of life and death. There should be some means at hand, but under the absolute strength gap, the middle-aged monk is not much. care.

But what's going on now?

The ghosts in the black epee, only to hear a sword sing, were shocked?

Is this a bit exaggerated?

However, whether exaggerated or not, middle-aged monks knew that once they shot, it was impossible to close.

So the middle-aged monk only paused for a moment, and without any hesitation, he held the black epee directly, and turned to the front, even the person rushed over with the sword.

Between the two sides, there is only a distance of less than ten feet. The middle-aged monk who came from the sword did not leave his hand at all, and it directly broke out its full strength.

A cloud of black mist emerged from his side, and there was a faint cry of tears!

"dead…"

As the voice fell, the black epee in his hand fell down fiercely, and the thick black gas screamed out. This was a moment, and Zhang Ran was taken in...

Followed by, I saw a small wooden sword, from Zhang Ran's hand, shot out.

The middle-aged monk knew that this wooden sword was not as simple as it seemed on the surface. With a sing of swords, it was actually able to force back the fierce ghosts. It might be a real magic weapon.

However, the middle-aged monks are prepared for this.

When the little wooden sword just flew, the middle-aged monk raised his hand and waved a few black qi like a python, blasted out, wrapped around the little wooden sword, and tied it tightly...

At the same time, the black epee in his hand was also facing the small wooden sword and fell down.

Suddenly, among these black epee swords, a heavy sword intent suddenly erupted, as if a sword mountain had fallen.

Compared with the small wooden sword, it was like an elephant crushing an ant.

really…

As the black sword was cut off, the surface of the small wooden sword had already appeared a fine crack, spreading towards the entire body of the sword, as if it would collapse completely in a moment.