Chronicles of the Kingdom of Heaven Chapter 1367: Little Wooden Sword

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This is one of my greatest gains on this plain.

I don’t know which monk once belonged to this unknown black epee. It suppresses a grieving ghost. Whenever he kills his soul, the ghost will drag the soul of the soul into the sword and transform it. To be trapped together for a ghost like myself.

Every time a person is dragged into, this sword is a strong point.

Until now, the four ghosts have been suppressed in this black sword. When they are shot together, even the monks who have just entered the golden core will suffer injuries when they are caught off guard.

Used to deal with this young monk, they are all overkill.

After the death of this young monk, even his soul will be directly enslaved. At that time, even people from the Touching Sect will find it difficult to find themselves...

"Damn, I don't do anything, do you really think I'm 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 like a palm length, the rough wooden surface is ordinary, and there is no talisman pattern often found on magic weapons, and it does not have the slightest coercion. It looks like someone who has just entered the industry. Carpenter, a practice piece made at hand.

However, Zhang Ran was holding the wooden sword at this time, but he raised his hand to the middle-aged monk: "Your life is not worth the sword left by my master. Get out of here."

"What did you say?" Hearing this, the middle-aged cultivator was all in a daze. After that, his face suddenly became red with anger, and he violently waved his black epee and said: "You are not ashamed, die for me!"

When the voice fell, the evil spirits set off a fishy wind, and amidst the roars, they rushed out...

This time, the middle-aged cultivator mobilized his whole body's true essence, and a steady stream of true essence poured into those evil spirits.

At this time, once the shot is taken, it has already surpassed most of the life soul monks, and even showed some power that can only be found in the Golden Core Realm.

Not long ago, for the Dragon Bone Realm, where the upper limit of cultivators could only reach the Golden Core Realm, it is already a strength that cannot be underestimated. No matter which country you go to, it is enough to be valued...

But...

At this moment, the young monk who was facing this attack didn't seem to know that he was in a dangerous situation. He didn't panic when he saw the other party's shot. He was still cursing there: "Damn, I've been down for eight lifetimes. Blood mold! I would waste such treasures on your trifles!"

"Die to me!"

Seeing the opponent's defeated general, at this time, he actually dared to provoke. The middle-aged monk was even more furious. He was a little hesitant at first, whether he was too rough and would damage the treasures on this kid's body.

It doesn’t matter that much anymore, immediately afterwards, a sword was handed out, and a violent wave suddenly broke out. Those ghosts, as if they had been ordered, their eyes became more scarlet, and the roar became more and more. Add cruelty.

The middle-aged monk would rather fight to damage a little treasure, but also shred the opponent into mashed flesh...

It’s just that Zhang Ran at this time did not show the slightest panic. Facing the oncoming ghosts and violent swordsmanship, he even said casually: "Damn, I want to die. If you want to die, you have to pester me, I'm unlucky..."

As the voice fell, Zhang Ran felt a painful touch of the wooden sword in his hand, and then no longer hesitated, raising his hand a little, and there was a golden sound on the obviously wooden short sword. The whisper of iron fighting.

Only for a moment, those hideous ghosts that flung their teeth and claws, seemed to have been given a hold technique...

They stopped their bodies in the air alive, and suddenly there was an indescribable look of fear on that ferocious and spiteful face.

Following, the ghosts uttered a scream, as if they were fleeing for their lives, returning to their original path at a faster speed.

In an instant, he rushed back to the black epee and disappeared.

It was just a blink of an eye from rushing out of them and returning to the same way.

This scene fell in the eyes of the middle-aged cultivator, as if he had seen it upside down. At that time, he was a little caught off guard, and after that, he immediately urged the ghosts to attack, but the evil ghosts that were previously incomparable are no more. No response.

The middle-aged monk suddenly became a little uneasy.

He also knew that at this moment of life and death, Zhang Ran dared to take out that strange wooden sword to provoke himself. He should have some means in his hand, but under that absolute power gap, the middle-aged monk I didn't care much either.

But what's going on now?

The ghosts in this black epee were all scared back when they heard a scream of swords?

Is this an exaggeration?

However, regardless of exaggeration or exaggeration, the middle-aged cultivator knows that once he makes a move, it is no longer possible to stop.

So the middle-aged cultivator only paused for a moment, without any hesitation, directly holding the black epee, and heading forward, even the man with the sword rushed over.

Between the two sides, only a distance of less than ten feet apart, the middle-aged cultivator who came with the sword did not keep his hands at all, and directly exploded with full strength.

A black mist emerged from him, and there was a faint sound of piercing and tearing!

"Dead..."

As the voice fell, the black epee in his hand fell fiercely, and the thick black air whistled out. This was an instant, and Zhang Ran was swept in...

After that, a small wooden sword shot out from Zhang Ran's hand.

The middle-aged cultivator knew that this wooden sword was by no means as simple as it seemed on the surface. The sound of the sword sound was actually capable of repelling those vicious ghosts, fearing that it was a real magic weapon.

However, the middle-aged monk was prepared for this.

When the small wooden sword just flew, the middle-aged cultivator raised his hand and waved, a few black airs shot out like a python, entangled around the small wooden sword, firmly bound...

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

In an instant, within this black epee, a thick sword intent suddenly burst out, as if a sword mountain fell.

Compared with that small wooden sword, it is simply an elephant crushing an ant.

Sure enough...

As the black heavy sword was cut down, fine cracks appeared on the surface of the small wooden sword, spreading rapidly toward the entire sword body, as if it would completely collapse in a moment.