“…”

For a moment, Zhang Ran was stunned when he saw this scene. After a while, he rubbed his eyes and wondered if he had read it wrong?

This black heavy sword, comparable to a magic weapon, is really broken...

Zhang Ran looked at his hands a little confused, and then looked at the fragments on the ground: "I am really so strong?"

However, soon, Zhang Ran's movements froze.

Before Zhang Ran could react, a familiar roar rang in his ears.

" kill!"

A sharp sound of breaking through the air suddenly sounded in his ears. Unpredictable, Zhang Ran had only time to turn around and block it, and felt a huge force coming towards him.

This was like a mountain rushing towards him. Zhang Ran just felt the darkness in front of him and was knocked out.

While still in the air, Zhang Ran's throat turned sweet and he suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood. However, at this time, Zhang Ran also saw the other party clearly...

That was the middle-aged monk who died under the Xiaomu sword just now...

But now he looked completely different from the previous one. His face was ferocious, his eyes were red, and his black hair was fluttering like a burning black flame. His body was faintly blurred, and his fingers were like a knife, constantly tearing the golden talismans around him.

There was no trace of reason in the roar, and his eyes were full of madness and violence, as if they were crazy.

"Ghost?"

Zhang Ran was full of shock. At this moment, he even thought that he had recognized the wrong person?

It is true that a monk will turn into a ghost after his death, but how could he be so anxious?

At least, it will take ten or eight years to slowly transform into a ghost. A monk with better luck will even embark on another path of ghost cultivation.

What happened to this middle-aged monk? It took only a long time since he died, but he actually turned into a ghost, and it seemed that his combat power had not been lost much.

Is this a fucking foul?

But no matter whether you admit it or not, it is too late to say anything at this time...

At this time, the middle-aged monk seemed to be crazy. With a roar, his blood-red eyes were extremely fierce. He suddenly looked at Zhang Ran, and ignored him, his five fingers were like a knife, grabbed Li Feng in the air, broke through the blockade of thirty-six golden talismans, and rushed towards Zhang Ran.

"Damn!"

At this time, Zhang Ran’s reaction can be seen.

As an outstanding disciple trained in recent years after the rise of the Mojin Sect, the reaction at this time is not at all true disciples of the great sect.

Faced with this aggressive but unavoidable attack, Zhang Ran was not afraid. Instead, he refused to retreat but advanced. A red talisman appeared in his hand again and rushed forward...

In an instant, a loud bang came...

The moment the two met, the red talisman burst out with endless fire, intertwined and collided with the ferocious ghost. The flames ignited the black ghost energy, burning red, and at first glance, it looked like a burning cloud...

but…

The ghost didn't seem to care much about the flames.

Let those talismans explode and burst out large pieces of flames, it seemed that the ghosts transformed by the middle-aged monks were just skin injuries.

It seemed that the whole ghost was wrapped in flames, but the ghost just grabbed it and stirred a large piece of flames into pieces. His steps towards Zhang Ran were not curbed at all.

And, the most terrible thing is...

As these talismans exploded one after another, Zhang Ran's movements became somewhat deformed and slow.

It was only a moment of dullness, but it was enough for the ghosts transformed by the middle-aged monks.

Before all these talismans exploded, the ghost had already broken through the flames and killed them.

At this time, Zhang Ran's reaction had almost reached the limit of his current realm. The moment the other party approached, a red talisman in his hand had already swung it out.

However, at this speed, it is still not enough to see.

The ghost did not stop at all, and directly tore the oncoming talisman into pieces. Then he roared wildly and swung his claws down fiercely...

"ah!"

The sharp claws fell fiercely on Zhang Ran's arm, and a large piece of blood flew up, leaving five deep scratches.

Under this severe pain, Zhang Ran's true energy dispersed and he no longer had the defensive power.

In the fierce roar, ghost energy came with the ghost's claws...

Although Zhang Ran had tried hard to avoid the key points, more than a dozen scratches were left on his body after just two or three strokes, and his whole body was covered in blood, and the cold ghost energy rushed in along the wound.

Zhang Ran's face was blue and white.

"Oh no..."

Feeling the ghost energy running around in his body and the rapid passing of true energy, Zhang Ran's heart suddenly became cold.

Now let alone myself, even if the real golden elixir comes, it will be almost dead and lifeless at this time.

In despair, Zhang Ran felt even more regretful in his heart and wanted to vomit blood...

I shouldn't have taken on this sect's mission at the beginning and came in this ghost place to roam around.

Originally, I was practicing sect safely. Although I was a little slower, I was able to achieve steady success. In just two or three years, I had hope of upgrading to the golden elixir. As a result, I was obsessed with it. For the sake of my master’s unreliable promises, I now have to save my life...

If I had known this, I wouldn't have used the small wooden sword so easily...

If there is one more thing now, the situation will be solved now...

For a moment, countless thoughts flashed through Zhang Ran's heart, but when he saw another sharp claw breaking through the air in his ear, Zhang Ran's thoughts frozen instantly, and he closed his eyes almost like accepting his fate...

But…

At this time, a coughing sound came from Zhang Ran's ear...

Cough sound?!

Zhang Ran was stunned at the time. Where did the cough sound come from at this time?

What the hell?

However, just when Zhang Ran subconsciously opened his eyes, all the vision in front of him was occupied by an extremely brilliant sword light!

"Sword Light?"

Zhang Ran was a little confused at the time. Could it be that I was dazzled?

Where did the sword light come from?

But then, Zhang Ran was stunned.

The sword light seemed to come from the void and slashed at the ghost in front of him.

It exudes a strong and vast sword intent, exuding an inviolable majesty.

The moment it was chopped down, the ghost was like a sharp blade hitting the tofu. It didn't even have time to scream, and it was directly divided into two halves from the middle.

The cross section is extremely smooth and there is no roughness at all, as if it is natural...
Chapter completed!