"With this skill, I dare to blow the air..." Seeing that the wooden sword shattered so easily, the middle-aged monk immediately breathed a sigh of relief, a sneer appeared on his face, and when he looked at Zhang Ran, his eyes were even more sarcastic and indifferent: "Go to die..."

Zhang Ran faced his front directly, and naturally could feel that the powerful power in it was insurmountable under the huge gap in realm...

However, Zhang Ran's face was completely invisible...

Just a pair of eyes, I looked at the small wooden sword covered with broken patterns with a pity...

Sure enough, the small wooden sword shattered deeper, and the cracks spread rapidly, and it looked like it was about to disintegrate.

Seeing the small wooden sword collapse at a speed visible to the naked eye, the middle-aged monk felt a sense of pleasure...

This small wooden sword was the last method of this kid. In a moment, he was destroyed by himself, and the battle situation was decided.

Next, just pack your own spoils...

"Haha, Zhang Ran, do you regret it now? You should have listened to me and left the treasure and ran away alone?"

"I really regret it..." Zhang Ran looked at him without any fear, but just sighed regretfully: "If I had known, I wouldn't have been heartbroken and wasted the treasures of a master. I should have killed you as soon as I met you..."

"Haha, you dare to be arrogant when you die." Although the middle-aged monk sneered, he felt something was wrong in his heart...

It's time for life and death. This kid's calmness doesn't seem to be pretending, but now even the wooden sword is about to be broken by himself. What other way can this kid have to turn the tables?

"Okay, don't guess randomly." At this time, Zhang Ran seemed to know the middle-aged monk's thoughts, and seemed too lazy to explain: "If I have time, I will explain it to you slowly after I kill you and collect your soul. No, it may not be possible for you to have a soul left later..."

“…”

At this moment, the middle-aged monk completely couldn't figure it out, and even had some doubts. Was this kid so scared that he was crazy?

Otherwise, when death is about to come to an end, how dare you be so arrogant?

Could that wooden sword really turn the tables?

Not right...

Although the wooden small sword is a bit extraordinary and can scare away ghosts, it is now about to shatter under the suppression of its decisive realm. How can it show its power?

As long as you wave your sword and hit it gently, the wooden sword may collapse into powder immediately...

Could it be that the other party has any backup plan?

For a moment, although he believed that he had mastered the absolute victory, the middle-aged monk frowned and became a little uneasy.

Zhang Ran, who seemed to be dead, looked fearless and was ready to collect the other party's corpse...

If someone is watching by the side now, I am afraid that I may have doubted whether the script was written incorrectly. Just from the comparison of strength, the attitude of both sides is too unreasonable...

With the loss of time little by little, this battle is ultimately a sign that the dust has settled...

The wooden sword that was difficult to resist in front of the middle-aged monk, had more and more cracks on the surface, and even wood chips fell down. With the aftermath of the battle, they were dancing in the battlefield...

finally…

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

For a moment, in addition to the power of middle-aged monks, there was peace in the world...

At this time, the middle-aged monk who had been a little worried finally breathed a sigh of relief. When he looked at Zhang Ran again, in addition to murderous intent, there was a hint of anger after being teased: "I dare to play these tricks until the end of death. When you die, I will cure your soul well."

But…

At this time, Zhang Ran still did not have the slightest awareness of death. He just rolled his eyes and said, "Look behind you first, then think about how to mess with me."

"I don't know how to live or die, but I dare to play tricks..." The middle-aged monk was sneering, but when he was halfway through laughter, he felt something was wrong. He subconsciously looked around, and he looked around like a duck holding his throat. The laughter stuck in his throat and ended abruptly.

I saw that the powder made of the wooden sword had not dissipated, but had been floating in the air like a cloud of fog, surrounding itself in the middle.

Each bit of powder seems to be a peerless sword, each exuding a completely different unique sword intent.

So many powders gathered together, and they emitted thousands of sword intent at the same time. But when I was surrounded by this powder, I seemed to be surrounded by thousands of powerful sword cultivators...

"It was only when the master made great contributions that he was given a treasure like this master, which was wasted on you." Seeing the middle-aged monk with a look of surprise, Zhang Ran felt a little unwilling to accept it: "It's really a good thing for you to die under such treasures."

As the words fell, the countless smoke and dust that the wooden sword shattered and turned into was spinning around the middle-aged monk like a hurricane. As he rotated, it seemed like a hurricane.

The middle-aged monk in the middle of the hurricane seemed to have been slapped. The blood-red minced meat on his body was scraped off and fell down quickly.

At first glance, the whole person was in the siege, with a speed visible to the naked eye, and his body was peeling off bit by bit.

But I have to say that the mentality and reaction of this middle-aged monk is not comparable to that of ordinary people...

Seeing his body being cut off, the middle-aged monk was just panicked for a moment, and at the first moment, he protected the black heavy sword close to him...

However, the effect was not very good. Under the siege of thousands of sword intents, the support was so difficult that it was not urgent for several times. A piece of flesh was cut off on his hands and face.

In just a short while, I became a bloody person...

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

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 monk who had just entered his life soul.

What is that small wooden sword?
Chapter completed!