The Death of 125 Iron Master

As a must-have for monks, magic weapons play a very important role in battle. With good magic weapons, they can even defeat opponents who are far higher than their own cultivation. Therefore, monks are extremely dependent on magic weapons, and even more precious than their wives and children. How can anyone take them from it?

When the iron master saw that Wang Fan took out the dragon-killing blade and a medium-grade spiritual sword, he was overjoyed. He summoned the remaining power to entangle him, and eagerly shouted Wang Fan's self-detonation of two magic weapons.

As the saying goes, whoever's child is distressed, and the middle grade spiritual sword is fine. After all, Wang Fan still has two handles, and the self-detonation is self-destructed, but the dragon-killing blade has been accompanying him all the time. He has saved his life several times. He can be ruthless without grass and trees, so as long as there is a chance, he can't self-explode the dragon blade.

He just hesitated for a moment, and he couldn't seize the opportunity. He pulled the Iron Master and punched his chest.

Fang's fist is not just as simple as a meat fist, but with a spiritual attack, he broke the chest bone of the iron master with one punch, flying back several feet, and the blood in his mouth sprayed wildly.

"Ky, what are you waiting for? You're going to die. What's so sad? Hurry up and blow yourself up." Master Iron wants the magic weapon to be his own, so that he can immediately explode to save his life.

"Do you still want to blow yourself up?"

Fang couldn't be almost dizzy. The two guys in front of him were just practicing qi. He just played with them with the mentality of playing with cats and mice. Unexpectedly, the two of them could stop themselves by relying on their magic weapons. This is a serious fact that they don't pay attention to themselves, and it's even bigger. Ji.

"I'll let you blow yourself up!" He had a feeling that he wanted to curse his mother. The Qianying Sword was immediately more urgent, faster and more desperate, like a blizzard attacking the earth, as if he would not cover the whole earth, and he would not stop.

This made Wang Fan suffer. With only a moment of hesitation, he saw that the Iron Master was seriously injured by one punch. It was too late to think about the self-exploding magic weapon. He had to make a few magic weapons dance impenetrable and block the shadow of the sword inserted into the needle.

But Qianying Sword is a proud Taoism that can't be. He has been immersed in it for some years, and he is also guided by the Jindan monk Fang Wuji. Not to mention that he has achieved great success, it is almost the same. Just now, he held the heart of playing, which made Wang Fan and Master Iron lucky to block it for a moment. At this time, he was angry, and there were more sword shadows, as if there were really a thousand. The people are dazzled. How can a little monk like Wang Fan resist it?

"Ouch" didn't take long for a long time to hear him scream, and his arm flew up to the sky, and his arm was accidentally cut off for a while.

Fang couldn't, but he still couldn't understand his hatred. He deliberately humiliated and said, "Kid, you have the ability to blow yourself up the magic weapon. Look, I'm cutting your other arm!" With that, he turned all the attacks towards his other arm.

Wang Fan was hurt and angry, and his intestines were blue with regret. If he had known that he would be humiliated like this, what magic weapon would be reluctant to give up? At worst, he would die in a self-destruct.

"Ah!" It didn't take long for him to regret, and the other arm also fell down.

The fairy's art is extremely magical. As long as it is not a terminal disease such as the complete waste of the meridians, even if you have a breath and take good care of yourself for a few days, you can still recover as usual, but this does not mean that the broken arm will not hurt, and the bleeding will not be weak.

He broke his arms, and in a desperate struggle, all his spiritual power was released, and there was no time to stop the bleeding at all. Soon, he was dizzy, and he couldn't even stand steadily. Finally, he fell to the ground with a "plop".

With the ability that he can't do, he can easily solve Wang Fan for a long time, but he is so angry that he is willing to kill people without this anger? Therefore, until Wang Fan was powerless to fall to the ground, he leisurely put away his spiritual sword, raised his head and exhaled his breath. He felt refreshed. Then he curled his mouth and laughed disdainfully and said, "Fight with me, and I don't look at my identity. It's really hard to control myself!"

Wang Fan was painful and angry. He knew that he would die. Then he would let him abuse in a low voice. After listening to him, he said coldly, "Yes, what is our identity? What is your identity? What can we do if we fight? Did you think that we fought with the foundation monks at the beginning? That's really exabling us and belittling yourself.

He bleeds too much and his face was pale, but he forced to bite his lips. He hated and satirized that he could not ignore his status and kill his junior disciples, and his eyes were full of disdain.

"Haha, that's good."

The iron master's beard was stained with blood and fell to the ground. He looked at the only breath and no inhalation, so he couldn't punch with hatred. He smashed his sternum and injured his internal organs. As usual, it would be okay to rest for three or five months. But today, with his spiritual power has been overdrawn for a long time, and he is bound to die.

"Wang Fan, Wang Fan, I just hated you for itching your teeth, but now I think it's also an interesting thing to go to Huangquan with you. I didn't expect you to be gentle and talk so viciously. Haha, you really can't look good-looking!"

He said wildly and smiled, regardless of the thick black blood from the corners of his mouth and the fragments of his internal organs.

Wang Fan was so sad that he didn't even feel pain in his arms. He bowed his head and said, "I'm really sorry, Master Iron. If I had known that I would have died, I wouldn't have deliberately said that you had concentrate on you, so that you could escape."

"Haha, it doesn't matter. I only care about running for my life. I've lost my reason. How can I blame you? But you are so clever that you can think of this kind of poisonous trick in an instant, which almost killed me---"

"Have you said enough?!" Before he finished speaking, he couldn't roar.

Looking at Wang Fan and Iron Master, who were not afraid of death, he seemed to have been greatly insulted. The refreshedness just now disappeared in a moment, and his gloomy face was about to drip into the water: "The person who is about to die is still talking endlessly. Is it too slow to die?"

"Haha, you have to die fast and slow." Master Iron gasped and sneered, "Do you think you can live an immortal life? In the end, it's not the same as us, sleeping underground, and grandpa will wait for you below!"

"Your bullshit, go to hell!" Fang couldn't help but wave his sword and cut off the head of the Iron Master with a "bang".

Master Iron seemed to have something to say, and the sneering expression on his face remained unchanged. He opened his mouth and said, "Uh, er," staring at his eyes and breathless.

"It's finally quiet!" Fang couldn't gritted his teeth and snorted coldly, exhaled fiercely and comforted his turbulent mood. But in a blink of an eye, he saw Wang Fan, who showed sadness. His anger couldn't help but burn again. He narrowed his eyes and said coldly with a gloomy face, "Kid, it's your turn now, but today I'm in a good mood. I kneel down and begged me to abolish you, and I'll spare you to die, haha . "

He smiled grimly, as if the world was stepping on his feet.

"Please forgive me, boy. As the saying goes, it's better to live than to die!"