Celestial

magic weapon?

Right, if it is a magic weapon, how can it be broken so easily by yourself?

And how can this weird swordsmanship exist in a magic weapon at the same time?

and many more…

Yes, thousands of sword intentions are naturally impossible to exist in a magic weapon at the same time, because it almost requires the swordsmith himself to be a generalist who knows thousands of swordsmanship.

These requirements are too perverted, and it is almost impossible to have such a wonderful cast sword master...

But thinking of this, the middle-aged monk suddenly remembered a rumor that was circulating soon...

Before the rise of the Jinjin faction, he once met a mysterious and powerful monk. The man was a sword repairer. With a sword, he could play thousands of swordsmanship. There were few adversaries wherever he went. Even the most powerful dragon kings must be treated equally.

Even in some more outrageous rumors, the big man was an important person who solved the disaster of the Dragon King’s tomb a few years ago, and even died for this purpose. There are also some legends that the big man did not die, but his temperament was indifferent and smooth. After solving the disaster for the Dragon Bone Realm, it drifted away, even making this look of the Queen of the Blue Dragon not belong to...

Because of the contact with the powerful monk, the Mojin School also got a little chance, and became a powerful school in China in the Dragonbone world...

However, these rumors were all just catching the wind and catching the shadows. Among the lower-level monks who did not build foundations, the rumors were vivid, and the middle-aged monks only listened a few words just to understand the information on this plain.

After listening, they didn't even care about it.

After all, the news is too exaggerated, and it is a sword with thousands of swordsmanship, and it is related to several dragon kings, and even more outrageous is a scandal with the prestigious blue dragon queen.

It's just a joke, it sounds like a rumor...

However, nowadays, the tens of thousands of sword intentions, coupled with the other party's identity of touching the gold faction, make the middle-aged monk have to think of the rumor, is it really true...

"That monk really existed?" The middle-aged monk's voice was a little trembling in the sword-storm.

"I regret it now?" At this time, Zhang Ran sneered: "Let's let you go a long way and you won't go, you must force me to waste a treasure."

As the voice fell, Zhang Ran was drinking lightly. I saw that the storm of kendo composed of countless smoke became more and more violent, and a trace of flesh and blood was cut off.In a moment, the middle-aged monk already appeared There were more scars with deep bones.

This made the middle-aged monk panicked: "You, wait a minute, I, I... ah!!!"

Unfortunately, the words of the middle-aged monk in the back turned into a scream...

At this time, with Zhang Ran's urging, the sword-inspired storm was intensifying. The work of the middle-aged monk Zhangkou, under the shaking of his mind, revealed his emptiness and was swept in by the sword-inspired storm. .

The middle-aged monk quickly waved his sword and wanted to defend. As soon as he raised the sword, he only heard the sound of "clang", as if two real swords collided. The black epee trembled a few times, making a fierce trembling sound. .

And the middle-aged monk's hand holding the sword was like being scratched by countless swords.

"You, you stop me! I'll go, I'll go now, no, all the treasures on me are for you, let me get a way of life!" At this time, the middle-aged monk can't care about anything. At times, his face was pale and had to beg for mercy.

"Begging for mercy?" This time it was Zhang Ran's disdain and sneer: "After you die, aren't all the treasures on your body mine? Damn, I don't know if you're broken, can you make up for me?" The waste of the treasures of the superiors is all right, hurry on the road."

As the voice fell, the middle-aged monk's eyes showed a look of despair and wanted to struggle a little at the end, but after that sword-storm, he couldn't struggle a few times...

It just made a constant scream and was shattered into fine pieces by the sword storm, a little bit...

Until the end, he failed to lead Zhang Ran...

"Damn, why is it so unlucky..."

Watching this middle-aged monk die with his own eyes, Zhang Rankai didn't have much excitement. Instead, he looked at the blood skeleton in disgust and shook his head and sighed.

If it were someone else, killing a monk who entered Jindan in the first stage of Life Soul may have a sense of accomplishment, and it is worth bragging for a lifetime.

But in Zhang Ran's view, this is a loss-making business...

Yes, it is a loss...

You should know that the small wooden sword in your hand is actually not a magic weapon, but a bizarre sword symbol, and it can only be consumed once. It will be used up.

To make matters worse, according to Master, there is not much of this wooden wooden sword in the entire gold touch school, 80% of which should be regarded as one of the most important lineage inheritances and left to future generations as a heritage.

When I gave myself a hand this time, I already said yes, this is for self-defense and life-saving purposes.

If I don’t make enough contributions, I am afraid that I can only get this handle for a lifetime...

This kind of important treasure, I thought it was used as a hole card, went to the center of the dragon king's tomb, and went around to find some chance.

Who knows, it was actually wasted on a life soul monk...

This kind of luck is really no more...

Thinking of this, Zhang Ran couldn't help but sigh deeply.

After returning to Zongmen, I still don't know how to be taught by Master. Since Master took over the position of Master, the temper is getting bigger and bigger every day.

"You'd better make up for my losses, otherwise, even if you pay a little more, I will seize your soul and slowly master it."

While Zhang Ran was mumbling, he was ready to search the middle-aged monk's bag.

"Damn, this is too bad..."

As a result, only a few hundred spirit stones were found in this monk with six lives.

This is not to say that the other party is not very productive. On the contrary, this middle-aged monk has been wandering in this plain for so long, plundering into nature, that family is rich.

The problem lies in the final sword storm...

That sword intention was too violent, which directly made most of the treasures on the opponent's body already cut into pieces, and even the storage bag became pieces directly.