Chronicles of the Kingdom of Heaven Chapter 1368: Alteration

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"With this ability, I dare to blow the atmosphere..." Seeing the wooden sword shattered so easily, the middle-aged monk breathed a sigh of relief, with a sneer on his face, when he looked at Zhang Ran, His eyes were even more sarcasm and indifference: "Go to hell..."

When Zhang Ran confronts the front, he can naturally feel the powerful force in it. Under the huge gap in realm, these forces are simply insurmountable...

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

It's just a pair of eyes, looking at the small wooden sword with broken lines in a pity...

Sure enough, the small wooden sword shattered deeper and the cracks spread rapidly, looking as if it was about to disintegrate.

Watching the small wooden sword collapse at a speed visible to the naked eye, the middle-aged monk's heart gushes with pleasure...

This small wooden sword is the kid's last resort. After a short time, it was destroyed by himself, and the battle has been divided.

Next, as long as you collect the spoils by yourself...

"Hehe, Zhang Ran, do you regret it now? Should you listen to me and leave the treasure to escape?"

"I do regret it..." Zhang Ran looked on, but there was no fear at all, but he sighed regretfully: "I knew it, I shouldn't be heartbroken and wasting the treasures of an expert, the first time I met you , You should kill you......"

"Hehe, when death is approaching, I dare to be arrogant." Although the middle-aged monk sneered, but in his heart, there seemed to be something wrong...

It's the moment of life and death. This kid doesn't seem to be pretending to be calm, but now that even the wooden sword is about to be broken by himself, what else can this kid have?

"Okay, don't guess." At this time, Zhang Ran seemed to know what the middle-aged cultivator was thinking, and he didn't bother to explain: "If I have time, I will kill you and charge After your soul, I will explain it to you slowly. No, it doesn’t matter whether you will have the soul or not..."

"..."

At this time, the middle-aged cultivator can't figure it out at all, and even some doubts, is this kid too frightened, frightened into madness?

How else would you dare to be so arrogant when death is approaching?

Could that little wooden sword really come back?

That's not right...

Although the small wooden sword is a bit extraordinary, it can scare away ghosts, but under the suppression of the determined realm, it is about to collapse now, how can it show off?

In a few moments, as long as you swipe your sword and hit it lightly, the small wooden sword might collapse into powder immediately...

Could it be said, what else does the opponent have?

For a while, although he thought he had the absolute victory, the middle-aged monk frowned and became a little uneasy.

On the contrary, Zhang Ran, who seems to be dying on the verge of death, looks confident and ready to collect his body...

Now if someone is watching by the side, I am afraid that it is doubtful whether the script is written incorrectly. From the perspective of the comparison of forces, the attitude of the two parties is too unreasonable...

The loss of time a little bit, this battle is showing signs that the dust has settled...

The small wooden sword that is difficult to resist in front of the middle-aged monk has more and more cracks on the surface, and even sawdust falling down. With the aftermath of the battle, it is dancing in the battlefield...

Finally...

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

For a time, apart from the power of the middle-aged monk, the world was peaceful...

At this time, the middle-aged cultivator, who had always been a little suspended, finally breathed a sigh of relief. When he looked at Zhang Ran again, in addition to killing intent, his eyes showed a trace of irritation after being teased:" When you die, you still dare to play these tricks. After you die, I will concoct your soul."

But...

At this time, Zhang Ran still didn't have the slightest awakening of death to the end, but rolled his eyes and said: "Look behind you first, and then think about how to concoct me."

"I don't know whether I live or die, I dare to play tricks..." The middle-aged monk was still sneering, but halfway through his laugh, he felt something was wrong, and subconsciously looked around, like a duck with his throat pinched. , The laughter stuck in his throat and stopped abruptly.

I saw the powder from the broken wooden sword, which has not dissipated, but has been floating in the air, like a cloud of mist, enclosing myself in the middle.

Each bit of powder is like a peerless sword, each exuding a completely different unique sword intent.

So many powdery fans gathered together, and they exuded thousands of sword intents at the same time, and I was surrounded by this powdery powder, and seemed to be surrounded by thousands of powerful sword repairers...

"At the beginning, the master made a great contribution, and was bestowed such treasures as the master, which was wasted on you." Looking at the middle-aged monk with a stunned face, Zhang Ran was a little unwilling to say:" It’s really cheap for you to die under such treasures."

As the voice fell, I saw the countless smoke and dust that the wooden sword was broken into, spinning around the middle-aged monk like a hurricane, and when it turned, it was almost like a hurricane.

The middle-aged monk who was in the middle of this hurricane seemed to be delayed in life. The blood-red minced meat was scraped off from his body, and it fell down quickly.

At a glance, the whole person was in between the siege, and the flesh was shaved off 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 body was constantly being shaved off, the middle-aged monk was panicked for a moment. At the first moment, he put the black epee close by his side...

However, the effect is not very good. Under the siege of thousands of swordsmanship, the supporting left and right dwarf, several times are not in a hurry to defend, the hands and face are severely shaved .

After only a while, the whole person has become a blood man...

"This, this is..." At this time, the middle-aged cultivator didn't care about these injuries. When he looked at Zhang Ran, he couldn't believe it.

As a person who has been on this plain for two or three years, the middle-aged monk never dreamed that he would be beaten like this by a new life monk.

What the **** is that little wooden sword?

After being smashed, it was actually stronger. In an instant, it made up the gap of the entire realm? !