Ultimate Comprehension Evolution

()Chapter 105: Success or failure is determined in one fell swoop. Second update!

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Success or failure seems to depend on this! Two extremely powerful lights in the sky refused to give way to each other. For a time, two extremely dazzling lights, red and black, filled the world! The sky was like a huge piece of dyed cloth, allowing these two colors to

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Waiting, no matter who is waiting for this fight between light and light at this moment. Three anxiously beating hearts, just waiting for two different results!

One breath...two breaths...three breaths...At this moment, time was as slow as a snail. Murong Chutian didn't even dare to take a breath, fearing that his breath would blow away the old monster's sword light.

Until the eighth breath, the red light and the black light finally showed signs of shrinking, and the two rays of light gradually dimmed! The sound of the collision became weaker and weaker, and the sky seemed to be working hard to restore the light left by the two rays of light.

Scars!

After a few more breaths, the sky finally returned to its original state. Only the gray-robed monk's lonely body and a dark cloud about three feet in size were left in the sky.

"Impossible! Impossible..." The gray-robed monk was so frightened that he kept shouting that it was impossible! So many of his destructive lightnings actually disappeared together with the strange ice sword of the immortal.

I don't know when the old monster was separated from the ice sword. At this time, the old monster's endurance seemed to have reached its limit. He was gasping for air, blood was boiling all over his body, and his chest was clogged. But he couldn't control it.

A mouthful of blood that had been held in for a long time spurted out as if for free! Murong Chutian was heartbroken when he saw this scene. Knowing that this old monster died, he probably wouldn't have anything good to gain!

Fortunately, the old monster just squirted a mouthful of blood and stabilized. In fact, the old monster was just holding on for dear life at this time. The Demonic Prison Ice Sword is not an ordinary magic weapon, this thing is a natural magic weapon that has been cultivated for thousands of years.

The old monster still had a glimmer of hope before, thinking that after going out this time, he must find some natural materials and treasures to upgrade this thing to a higher level. But this glimmer of hope was like a wisp of smoke, and it was blown away by the wind!

The old monster fought hard with the gray-robed monk as if he didn't care about his life, and the magic weapon was extremely damaged. Fortunately, the old monster was good at handling it, otherwise the Demonic Prison Ice Sword would really have been reimbursed.

However, the old monster's mental damage was extremely serious. If he could really escape this time and restore his original power, it would probably take three to four hundred years.

The old monster didn't have time to feel sorry for this at this time. His blood-red eyes were staring at the gray-robed monk in the sky without moving, but his heart was tingling. He had consumed almost all his spiritual power and demonic energy, and now his mind was at peace.

The Demon Prison Ice Sword was also seriously damaged, and I really don’t know what to do next. Is it really going to fall here?

It took the gray-robed monk a while to come back to his senses, but there was a hint of excitement in his eyes when he looked at the old monster. Although his lightning of destruction was completely destroyed, the old immortal seemed to be at the end of his rope. Now it was undoubtedly the dough in his hand.

, you can pinch it as much as you want.

"Tsk tsk... Old immortal, you were really willing to work hard just now, and the blood spurted out! Now there is a dark cloud here, and I guess I can make a few lightning bolts of destruction come out. I don't know if you have any more

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It would be a pity if you don’t have those junk things. I will take care of these thousands of years of physical bodies for you.” Now the gray-robed monk has finally won the victory, and he can’t speak at all.

It's an element of ridicule.

"Bah, you are like a bird and don't urinate and show yourself. You still want my body. Even if I blow myself up, I won't give it to you!" The old monster is not a fuel-efficient lamp. Even if he doesn't have the strength, he will be angry.

The damn thing is worth it.

"Okay, very good. Since your duck's beak is so tough, I will let you taste the soul refining in a while. Then I will see if you are still tough!" The gray-robed monk seemed to know that he could not scold this corpse demon.

, and did not intend to waste any more words with him. After saying that, he pointed at the red fairy sword in front of him, and the fairy sword suddenly grew in size, becoming three feet long before it stopped.

"go!"

I saw a flash of light from the red fairy sword, and it cut off the head like an old monster!

This fairy sword seemed to have struck an extremely hard object, and it made a crisp sound of "Cang...!"