Chronicles of the Kingdom of Heaven Chapter 53: Sword Art of Destruction

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The only consolation is that Wang Lin’s condition seems to be not very good, and I don’t know if he suffered internal injuries while chasing all the way. Only a moment after the two played against each other, Wang Lin had already vomited blood three times, one of which was caused After the real yuan backlash, he was almost slashed by the sword on the spot...

Unfortunately, I have the same bad luck again and again. I have a chance to take advantage of it, but I still can't get it...

So, two masters who are both in the late stage of Yangyuan realm, in this woods, they fought an unparalleled, but surely unprecedented low-level battle, one bad luck, one injured frequently, and two late stages of Yangyuan. At the end of the fight, the two masters of the late Yangyuan stage were like two rascals. They pinched their throats, poked their eyes, grabbed their hair, and used all the shameful tricks...

Until the end, when Wang Lin rode on the middle-aged Taoist priest and smashed the opponent to death with a stone, the eyes of the middle-aged Taoist priest were still full of incredible expressions. Until he died, the middle-aged Taoist priest had not I figured out why I was so unlucky, why the masters in the late stage of Yang Yuan were smashed to death by a stone...

"Damn, I was almost dragged down by this bastard..." After confirming that the middle-aged Taoist priest was dead, Wang Lin was lying on the ground, panting heavily.

The black sword was lying beside Wang Lin, surrounded by black air, and it was a little weird...

After lying down for half an hour, Wang Lin struggled to turn over, picked up the black sword, put it back on his back, and searched the middle-aged Taoist priest again...

"Sure enough..." As a result, on the body of a master in the late Yangyuan period, there were only a few mortal silver bills and a black flag that had long since dissipated. Even the three A skull, when the middle-aged Taoist priest died, disappeared into a puff of black smoke...

By the way, there are a few pills...

"Damn, aphrodisiac..." Wang Lin picked it up and smelled it, and almost didn't scold his mother on the spot.

"This Destruction Sword Art is too overbearing..." Wang Lin's face was full of helplessness. This Demise Sword Art can be said to be the strangest among the Three Swords and Five Skills of Asking Sword Sect. An inexplicable sword tactic. When fighting with others, it can be said to be unprofitable, cutting off the enemy’s fortune and making him doomed. Even the famous middle-aged Taoist priest among the three major evil sects in the North. Successfully killed by myself...

But at the same time, this Destroying Sword Art will also cut off its fortune...

Since practicing the Sword Art of Destruction, I have been on the back fortune. From foundation building to nourishing for five years, not a single day is unlucky. I was originally a self with little fortune, but now I am almost Penniless, if it weren’t for my master’s help from time to time, now I guess I would even have the desire to sell my body...

The most terrible thing is that while this Sword of Destiny cuts off the enemy’s fortune, it will also inflict backlash on itself, just like when fighting with the middle-aged Taoist priest just now. Every time a middle-aged Taoist priest is unlucky, I suffered a backlash.

The more unlucky the enemy is, the more fierce the backlash will be. The few mouthfuls of blood just vomited are nothing. The worst time was when the middle-aged Taoist priest was taken away from him while on the road. The sword light slashed out by Shan Jianzong was enveloped, and in all likelihood, it was the real person of Faxiang. Fortunately, the middle-aged Taoist priest escaped for his life at that time. Otherwise, the backlash of Faxiang level, ten of them would not be able to bear it...

"By the way, the True Legend Conference..." Knowing that he was suffering from bad luck, and there would be nothing to gain from searching, Wang Lin simply chopped off the head of the middle-aged Taoist priest and prepared to take it back to Ask Jianzong to receive the reward. The well-known ghost repair in the north has killed countless people. Bringing back Wenjianzong can at least exchange hundreds of spirit stones.

I don’t know if I can heal myself...

Wang Lin hurried back to ask Jianzong in embarrassment.

At the same time, there was another scene on Tianquan Peak.

At a glance, I saw huge boulders with a radius of one hundred feet floating there, with pavilions standing on top of the boulders, and in the center of the boulders, the main peak of Tianquan plunged into the sky and walked up to the main peak of Tianquan, like It's like walking into the ancient fairy palace.

At this time, a sword light is retrograde under the autonomous peak, and the sword light instantly illuminates the entire peak...

Among the sword light, a figure soared into the sky, passing through floating boulders, and finally circled around the top of Tianquan Peak. The sword light dissipated, and a young monk in his twenties came out. It looks handsome and elegant, but standing there, it seems that there is a layer of aura flowing...

"Indestructible sword body!" A disciple of Tian Quanfeng suddenly exclaimed: "Congratulations, Brother Tang, who cultivated an indestructible sword body!"

This exclamation made a sensation in Tian Quanfeng.

The Immortal Sword Body is the inheritance of Tianquan Peak, and it has been cultivated for hundreds of years and less than one hand...

Now, there is one more Tang Tiandu.

"Tiandu, come to the town demon tower to see me." Just as you were praising Lianlian, a voice suddenly came from the nine-story town demon tower on the top of Tianquan Peak.

"Yes, Master."

On the nine-story town demon tower, a middle-aged man in a black robe was sitting on the futon. He raised his head and glanced at Tang Tiandu who entered the door. There was a faint trace of relief in his eyes: "How long has it taken ?"

"Master, five years."

"Okay, okay, okay..." The middle-aged man in the black robe nodded, and said three good words in succession: "I am in the line of heaven and power. The last one who cultivated an immortal sword body was your uncle. It's a pity that Luo Shenxiao was harmed in the end. If you have cultivated an indestructible sword body today, you must be able to fight with you in the True Transmission Conference a few days later. You are very competitive, and I have nothing to say. Yes, it’s just that you have to keep in mind that Tiandu, my line of Tianquan will always hold Yuhengfeng..."

"Yes, Master."

It seems to have sensed the conversation on the Nine-Floor Town Demon Tower. Lin Fei, who was in the small courtyard of Yuheng Peak, suddenly shook his body and opened his eyes sharply.

At this time, if someone is in this small courtyard, you must be able to see that when Lin Fei opened his eyes, his eyes turned out to be extremely sharp, like an unsheathed sword...

However, the vision in Lin Fei's eyes only flashed by, and after a short blink, it returned to its original appearance, but if you stared at Lin Fei carefully, you can still see that compared to before the retreat, Lin Fei seems to be a little different now. This change is not in appearance, but a change in temperament from the inside to the outside.

If Lin Fei looked like a sword before, now that the sword has been retracted into its sheath, the whole person does not seem to be threatened, unlike a monk, but like an ordinary person, only The occasional glimmer of sharpness in the eyes can make people feel that this is actually a sword repair...