This is one of my biggest gains on this plain.

I don't know which monk this unknown black heavy sword once belonged to, and it suppressed a ghost with resentment. Whenever he killed a life spirit, the ghost would drag the soul of the creature into the sword, turn it into a ghost like him, and be trapped together.

Every time a person is dragged into, the sword is stronger.

Until now, the black sword has suppressed four ghosts. Even if the monks who have just entered the Golden Pill are caught off guard, they will be injured.

It is used to deal with this young monk, but it is a bit useless.

After this young monk died, even his soul would be directly enslaved. At that time, even if the people from the gold sect want to find clues, it will be difficult to find themselves...

"Damn it, I won't take action. Do you really think I'm afraid of you?"

The young monk named Zhang Ran had no intention of being afraid at this time. Instead, he simply stopped running 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 common talisman pattern on magic weapons, nor does it have any pressure. It looks like a practice work made by a new carpenter.

However, at this moment, Zhang Ran was holding the wooden sword and raised his hand to point at the middle-aged monk: "Your life is not worthy of the sword left by me, the master, to take action for it. Those who know the truth should get out quickly."

"What did you say?" Hearing this, the middle-aged monk was stunned. Then, his face suddenly turned red with anger. He waved his black heavy sword in his hand and said, "I'm so arrogant, die for me!"

After the words came, the evil ghosts stirred up a gust of fishy storm and rushed out in the roars...

This time, the middle-aged monk mobilized all his true energy, and the continuous stream of true energy was poured into the evil ghosts.

Once you take action at this time, you will surpass most of the life soul cultivators and even show the power that only has a certain level of golden elixir realm.

Not long ago, the dragon bone world where the upper limit of the monk could only reach the Golden Pill realm was no longer underestimated. No matter which country it went, it was enough to be valued...

But…

At this time, the young monk who attacked the front seemed to have no idea that he was in danger. When he saw the other party taking action, he was not in a panic and was still cursing: "Damn, I have been in trouble for eight lifetimes! I will waste such treasures on you like this!"

"Die for me!"

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

I didn't care about that much now, and then I handed it out with a sword, and a severe fluctuation suddenly burst out. The ghosts seemed to have received orders. The eyes became more scarlet and the roar became more brutal.

The middle-aged monk would rather damage some treasure than tear the other party into meat paste...

However, Zhang Ran was not at all panic at this time. Facing the oncoming ghosts and violent sword energy, he even said leisurely: "Damn, I want to die if I want to die, and I have to pester me, I am unlucky..."

As he finished speaking, Zhang Ran touched the wooden sword in his hand with some pain, and then he no longer hesitated. He raised his hand a little. On the obvious wooden sword, there was a light sound of gold and iron attack.

In just a moment, the hideous ghosts with their teeth and claws pounced over as if they had been imposed on the detent technique...

They stopped their bodies in the air, and an indescribable look of fear suddenly appeared on their vicious and resentful faces.

Then, the ghosts let out a scream, like escaping their lives, retreating at a faster speed.

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

It was just a blink of an eye to rush out from them and return to the same path.

This scene fell into the eyes of the middle-aged monk, as if he had seen the reversal. He was caught off guard at the time and immediately activated the ghosts to attack, but the ghosts that were extremely vicious before never responded.

The middle-aged monk suddenly became a little uneasy.

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

But what's going on now?

The ghost in the black heavy sword was scared away when he heard a sword sound?

Is this a bit exaggerated?

However, whether it is exaggerated or not, the middle-aged monk knew that once he took action, it would be impossible to stop.

So the middle-aged monk only paused for a moment, without any hesitation, and directly grabbed the black heavy sword and rushed forward, and rushed forward with the man and the sword.

The middle-aged monk who came with the sword did not hold back at all, and directly burst out with all his strength.

A series of black fog emerged from him, and a shrill sound of tearing through the air was faintly heard!

"die…"

As the words fell, the black heavy sword in his hand fell down fiercely, and a rich black air whistled out. In this moment, Zhang Ran was swept in...

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

The middle-aged monk knew that this wooden sword was not as simple as it seemed on the surface. With a sound of sword, it could force away those vicious ghosts, and it was probably a real magic weapon.

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

When the small wooden sword just flew over, the middle-aged monk raised his hand and waved his hand, and a few black air shot out like a python, wrapped around the small wooden sword, firmly bound...

At the same time, the black heavy sword in his hand also slashed down towards the small wooden sword.

In an instant, a heavy sword intent suddenly erupted from the black heavy sword, just like a sword mountain falling down.

Compared with the small wooden sword, it is like an elephant crushing an ant.

really…
Chapter completed!