Celestial

"On this skill, I dare to blow the atmosphere..." When I saw this wooden sword so easily, it shattered. The middle-aged monk suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, his face sneered. When he looked at Zhang Ran, his eyes were even more transparent. Satire and indifference: "Go to death..."

Zhang Ran directly faced his front, naturally he could feel that the powerful force among them, under the huge realm gap, such a force is simply insurmountable...

However, on Zhang Ran's face, there was no panic at all...

It's just a pair of eyes, and it's a pity to look at the small wooden sword with broken lines...

Sure enough, the tiny wooden sword shattered deeper, and the crack spread quickly. It looked as if it was about to disintegrate.

Watching the Xiaoqiao Mujian collapse at a speed that was visible to the naked eye, the middle-aged monk's heart burst into pleasure...

This small wooden sword is the last resort of this kid. After a while, he was destroyed by himself, and the battle situation has been divided.

Next, just clean up the loot yourself...

"Oh, Zhang Ran, do you regret it now? You should listen to me and throw away the treasure and escape alone?"

"Lao Zi really regretted..." Zhang Ran didn't have any fear, but just sighed regretfully: "I knew it earlier, you shouldn't be in pain and waste the treasures of the superiors, you should kill it the first time you meet you. your…"

"Oh, I'm arrogant when I die." The middle-aged monk sneered, but in his heart, it seemed that something was wrong...

It's time for life and death. The kid's composure doesn't seem to be pretended, but now, even the wooden sword is about to be broken by himself. What other means can this kid have to turn over?

"Okay, don't guess." At this time, Zhang Ran seemed to know the thoughts of the middle-aged monk, and he was too lazy to explain: "If I have time, wait for me to kill you and charge your soul. After that, I will explain it slowly to you, no, it will not necessarily be if you can leave the soul later..."

"..."

This time, the middle-aged monk could not figure it out, and he even wondered if this kid was too frightened and frightened.

Otherwise, when it is time to die, how dare you be so arrogant?

Could the wooden sword really make a comeback?

Right?

Although the wooden sword is a bit extraordinary, it can scare away ghosts, but under the suppression of the determined state, it is now broken, how can it be demonstrable?

Later, as long as you wield the sword lightly, the small wooden sword will immediately fall into the powder...

Could it be said that the other party has any backhand?

For a while, although he thought he had mastered the absolute victory, the middle-aged monk frowned, but was a little uneasy.

It seemed that Zhang Ran, who was dying, was fearless, ready to collect the corpse...

Now if someone looks at it, I’m afraid it’s doubtful that the script is wrongly written. Judging from the comparison of strength, the attitude of the two parties is too unreasonable...

With a little time lost, this battle is finally showing signs of dust settling...

In front of the middle-aged monk, the small wooden sword that was difficult to resist had more and more cracks on the surface, even with wood chips falling down. With the aftermath of the battle, it fluttered in this battlefield...

at last…

As the middle-aged monk brandished his sword again, the wooden sword that was difficult to resist completely collapsed and turned into countless wood powder, flying into the air like a mist of wood.

For a time, apart from the power of a middle-aged monk, there was a calm...

At this time, the middle-aged monk who had always been a little dangling finally finally breathed a sigh of relief. When he looked at Zhang Ran again, in addition to the killing intention, there was a trace of anger after being teased: "Dead to the end Dare to play these tricks, and wait for you to scream to death, I will make up your soul."

but…

At this time, Zhang Ran still did not realize that he was about to die, but rolled his eyes and said: "Look behind you, and then think about how to concoct me."

"I don't know what to do, I still dare to play tricks..." The middle-aged monk was still sneering, but halfway through the laugh, he felt something was wrong and looked around unconsciously, like a duck with a squeezed throat, laughter stuck in The throat suddenly stopped.

I saw that the powder broken by the small wooden sword had not been dissipated, but it was always floating in the air, like a mist of fog, surrounding itself in the middle.

Every bit of powder seems to be a peerless sword, each exuding a distinct and unique sword meaning.

With so many fans together, they exude tens of thousands of sword intentions at the same time, and they are surrounded by these fans, as if they have fallen into the encirclement of thousands of powerful sword repairers...

"When the Master made great contributions, he was given such a treasure as the Supreme, which was actually wasted on you." After reading the stunned middle-aged monk, Zhang Ran was somewhat reluctant to say: "Can die Under such treasures, it is really cheap for you."

As the voice fell, I saw the countless smoke that the wooden sword shattered into, which revolved around the middle-aged monk like a hurricane. Between the rotations, it was like a hurricane.

The middle-aged monk in the middle of the hurricane seemed to be late, and the blood-red flesh was scraped off the body and fell down quickly.

At a glance, the whole person fell a little bit between the siege at a speed visible to the naked eye.

But I have to say that the mentality and reaction of this middle-aged monk are not comparable to ordinary people...

Seeing that his own flesh was constantly being shaved off, this middle-aged monk just panicked for a moment, and at the first time, protected the black epee close to himself...

However, the effect was not very good. Under the siege of thousands of swords, the left and right sides of the support were not defensive. On several occasions, a piece of flesh was severely cut off on the hand and face.

After a while, the whole person became bloody...

"This, this is..." At this time, the middle-aged monk did not care about these injuries. When he looked at Zhang Ran, it was unbelievable.

As a person who has been on the plains for two or three years, the middle-aged monk never dreamed of it. He would be beaten by a monk who entered his life.

What is that little wooden sword?

After being smashed, it is actually stronger. In an instant, it has made up the gap of a big realm? !