Chapter 495 (1/2)

Monks in the holy land of Kunlun all know that Wang Zishan is as beautiful as a fairy. It can be seen that there are few people who have ever seen her, and handsome men are among them. So they are desperate to humiliate an Sudong and try to win Wang Zishan's favor.

However, Wang Zishan didn't even smile at his flattering smile, let alone respond, which made him angry.

Then he didn't wait for his reaction, just like an Sudong of ghosts and gods appeared in an instant. When he was put in his hand, he didn't know what was going on.

Looking at an Sudong who was close at hand, he forgot his anger. At this speed, it was easy for an Sudong to kill him. The handsome monk's face was very ugly.

The handsome friar struggled hard, but he couldn't move. At last, as soon as ansudong let go, he fell to the ground. Then he faltered: ”I didn't say I wanted to fight with you again. Besides, you are a friar in the middle of jiedan. I can't take advantage of you in the later stage of jiedan. I won't win.”

After that, his eyes were filled with pride. He not only rejected an Sudong, but also showed his own measurement. He felt that he was speaking with a high standard.

Listen to the other side dead duck mouth hard, an Su East is also angry smile, ”then you only use the level of medium-term also can.”

Although an Sudong didn't move on, seeing the smile on his face, the handsome friar stepped back two steps. After a long time, he said, ”you have so many divine animal blood, and you know how to use space. It's not fair to fight with you.”

At first, he said that his cultivation was high and he could not win. Now, he said that there were too many supernatural powers in ansudong. The monks behind ansudong were contemptuous.

”Just now I said that people are rubbish and dogs. Now you look worse than dogs. It's really a shame!”

”Ha ha, just now it's as hard as steel, but now it's as soft as eggs. If it's a man, don't talk like a woman. Don't let us look down on you.”

Hearing the sound of ridicule, the handsome friar couldn't hold his face and began to retort, ”if you can, you'll come. What's the meaning of speaking sarcastic words there? You didn't see his performance just now. He would blink. How can you fight?”

”I don't need the power of space and blood. Let's fight!”

An Sudong was a little irritable, and this kind of friar was the first time he met him.

”I don't want to talk to you...”

Before he finished, an Sudong couldn't help but rush over and don't beat each other. He couldn't swallow it!

”Bang!”

As soon as the handsome friar saw that an Su Dong was attacking, he was also fierce. A swallow turned over and flashed aside. At the same time, a magic weapon of black long sword appeared in the air.

The shape of the long sword is simple, and the hilt is inlaid with a spirit stone. The strong sword Qi is breathed in the body of the sword. It looks very powerful. This is the magic weapon of the handsome monk, heizhai sword. But before he can use it, an Sudong's banishment immortal sword has surrounded him, and some swords are wrapped around his magic weapon, and some swords are drawn out to attack him.

For a moment, the handsome monk was in a hurry. In a hurry, he took out a magic weapon in the shape of a stick. Without waiting for him to fight twice, the magic weapon was cut into half by the relegation immortal sword, which scared him.

The magic weapon of his life was hard, and it didn't break in an instant. But after a while, the black long sword also hissed, and cracks appeared on the whole magic weapon. For a moment, the spirit power of the sword became dim, as if it had no luster just now. The handsome friar vomited blood, and was obviously seriously injured.

Everyone was shocked. No one thought that an Sudong was so powerful that he easily hanged the later monk of jiedan.

”Stop it. Stop it.”

The handsome Friar's face changed color with fright. He put his hands in front of him and motioned not to hit him again. In fact, an Sudong had already stopped, otherwise he would not have been able to hold on for so long and would have become flesh and blood.

”Am I rubbish, or am I a dog?”

An Su Dong bullied him, patted him on the head with his hand, and gave a cold hum.