Kill Monk Ji Le!

The monk Jile was locked at the first moment.

The next moment.

An invisible, colorless and traceless spiritual steel needle shot out from his brain and hit the monk Jile's soul.

The secret skill of the soul, the shocking thorn!

"Ah!"

The monk Jile let out a scream comparable to that of a pig being slaughtered.

He knelt on the ground uncontrollably, threw away the mirror in his hand, held his head with both hands and wailed in pain, rolling on the ground.

This scene.

It was as if someone had stabbed a steel needle into his brain!

However.

Although the monk Jile was in extreme pain and his face turned from black to pale paper, he did not die, and he did not even become an idiot.

"The shocking thorn did not kill this evil monk instantly?" Seeing this, Xiao Ming was a little surprised.

It seems that this monk Jile is a special warrior who specializes in cultivating the soul, so he can resist the attack of his shocking thorn.

Although the shocking thorn did not achieve the desired effect, which made Xiao Ming a little disappointed, Xiao Ming has a lot of means.

He flicked his sleeves.

A thick dark golden sword aura composed of pure energy shot out from his palm, and the sword aura grew in the wind, becoming several meters in size in a moment.

This is another martial art of Xiao Ming, the Broken Yuan Sword Aura!

After throwing out a Broken Yuan Sword Aura, Xiao Ming twisted on the spot and disappeared again as a gust of wind.

With a "bang"!

The dark golden sword aura hit the body of the monk Jile fiercely, and directly blasted him out of the temple.

Before the monk Jile, who was blown away, landed, he found a sound of breaking air behind his head. He turned his head with difficulty and saw Xiao Ming raising his sword and falling.

"No!"

The monk Jile let out a terrified cry.

At the same time as the cry, Xiao Ming raised his hand and the sword fell!

With a "bang"!

The huge head of Monk Jile was chopped off by Xiao Ming's sword. The round head flew to the side, and hot blood spurted out of Monk Jile's neck.

Then, a translucent and semi-substantiated figure rushed out from Monk Jile's body.

This is his soul!

Monk Jile's soul is much stronger than that of warriors of the same level. It has even achieved initial substantiation. Even if it is not as good as Xiao Ming's soul, it is not much worse.

However, his soul had just escaped from the corpse when he saw Xiao Ming raising his sword and slashing down violently again.

"Boom!"

Xiao Ming once again slashed out a magnificent sword shadow, instantly submerging Monk Jile's soul.

This time, Monk Jile's soul was also chopped off by Xiao Ming's sword.

Monk Jile, die!