Waste only needs a system, I am strong only by myself

The Crooked Mouth Spirit King felt an irresistible mysterious force exerted on him.

He fell to the ground hard.

He was greatly shocked.

The ultimate perfect crooked mouth spirit king, relying on the divine sword of the body, can be said to be very powerful.

Even a powerful monk in the realm of the sword fairy cannot control the five-color sword.

"What power!"

"What did you just do to me?"

The corners of Zhang Hao's mouth slightly raised.

"What power?"

"This is of course the power of science, the power of knowledge!"

"You are illiterate, I'm afraid you won't be able to understand it in this life."

Zhang Hao pointed at the rusty sword with his hand.

The rusty sword slowly floated in the air.

On the other side, the movements of the Five-Color Excalibur and the Rusty Sword were completely synchronized, and they also floated.

As if the two are like mirror images.

The Crooked Mouth Spirit King struggled desperately, only to find that his own divine sword seemed to no longer belong to him, completely out of control.

Zhang Hao muttered to himself.

"At the moment just now, I bound and entangled your Five-Color Excalibur with my Rusty Sword."

"According to quantum entanglement theory."

"Now, you and I are equivalent to two entangled particles."

"That is to say..."

"No matter what I do to Rusty Sword, your body will instantly receive the same feedback."

Although the Crooked Mouth Spirit King didn't understand, he felt fear in his heart after losing control of the Excalibur.

"You...what are you going to do?"

"Zhang Hao! Give me the face of the ancient spirit king,"

"Speak up if you have something to say..."

"That's it! You and I each take a step back, okay?"

"I swear to heaven, you and I will live in peace from now on."

"Let's ask for help. I am older than you, so you can call me big brother. From now on, you will hang out with big brother. Big brother will protect you."

Zhang Hao sneered, expressionless.

See here.

The Crooked Mouth Spirit King was silent.

a long time.

With humiliation on his face, he spoke suddenly.

"father!"

"Dad, let me go!"

"How about this? You and I have different opinions, you call me big brother, I call you dad!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone was shocked.

The ancient spirit king can bend and stretch!
It's no wonder that 4 years ago, the Haotian Continent made a big fuss, almost overturning the era of human rule.

Facing a young man, this old man over 4 years old, he can call out the word "father" without hesitation!
What a ruthless spirit!
Zhang Hao still sneered, his eyes full of disdain.

"Feel sorry!"

"I don't want to do things like being a father!"

"I don't have an unfilial son like you."

"Although your sword is extremely hard, I have nothing to do with him."

"But this rusty sword in my hand is extremely fragile."

With a playful smile on Zhang Hao's face, he held the handle of the sword in one hand and the head of the sword in the other.

"You are ready to say goodbye to this world."

He exerted a little force with his hands, and the rusty sword in his hand began to bend effortlessly.

On the other side, the incomparably hard Five-Color Excalibur also bent accordingly.

The scream of Crooked Mouth Spirit King came out.

"Stop, stop, stop!"

"Little friend Zhang Hao!"

"This is not fun!"

"This is unlucky!"

At this moment, everyone was shocked.

Unarmed... Breaking the Excalibur? ?
Using some kind of magical grafting method, the indestructible sword was bent alive.

What a magic trick!
Some people have heard about the deeds of the Crooked Mouth Spirit King.

They also have some understanding of the origin and hardness of the Five-Color Excalibur, and even the sword fairy can't do it in person.

Someone suddenly thought of various rumors about Zhang Hao.

His appearance is unparalleled in the world, and every woman who has seen him will fall in love with his appearance and cannot extricate himself.

People in the monk world call Zhang Shaoxia and Mr. Zhang who value love and righteousness, and love and righteousness are unparalleled.

The first disciple of the hidden master Qingshan Sword Sect, the proud disciple of the God of War who returned from the dead zone.

The first rank of Hidden Sword Valley breaks through to the second rank, Zi Qi comes to the east, Wan Jian comes to congratulate, and the sword stele evaluates the No. 1 talent of the eternal kendo.

His literary talent is superior to other heroes, and he has created four consecutive poems that have been handed down from generation to generation, attracting the souls of Confucian and Taoist saints.

Create a school of nine-year compulsory education, which will change the color of the world, and the righteousness will last forever with the world.

The way of inventing and creating the key, the way of learning, and the way of joy made everyone call it weird and unsolvable.

In the Sword Discussion Conference, one god led four pits.

These dazzling rumors made some people sneer and didn't believe it at all.

But just now, they believed it.

It turns out...these rumors are all true!
Even the Zhang Hao they saw was more mysterious and powerful than rumored.

"How strong is he?"

"He really only has a second-rank cultivation? I don't believe it! Even if the sword fairy came, he wouldn't be able to do this kind of thing."

"Could it be that Zhang Hao has been hiding his strength before, he is not a second-rank cultivation base at all!"

"He is indeed the proud student of the returning God of War. I feel that he is at least in the realm of the sword fairy, and even stronger."

"As a disciple of the God of War, he is already so strong, so how strong is the God of War?"

The crooked mouth spirit king wept bitterly, feeling that the blade had been bent to a certain extent.

"Please, don't break it, let me live."

Zhang Hao shook his head.

"Beg for mercy now, it's too late."

"You... prepare to say goodbye to this world!"

Zhang Hao exerted his hands slightly.

boom!
Two crisp sounds of broken swords came out.

The Five-Color Excalibur broke and fell to the ground. The spiritual body of the Crooked Mouth King flew out of the broken sword and knelt on the ground.

He was crying hissingly, with tears in his eyes.

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"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"

"Woooooo, I'm going to die, I'm going to die..."

At this time.

Another more tragic cry came out.

Jian Ling Ruoxiu also had teary eyes.

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"Hey, woo woo, my sword is rusty, you broke it badly!"

"Hey, I'm going to die, I'm going to die..."

She stared at Zhang Hao with big innocent eyes.

Take a look!
Is this what a master should do?

In front of his own sword spirit, he broke the body of his own sword spirit alive.

This kind of behavior of killing souls and tortured sword spirits is simply outrageous.

In Ruo Ruo's heart, infinite shadows were born.

Zhang Hao scratched his head, feeling terrified at the sight of Ruo Ruo.

"It's weird."

"Sorry, I forgot about you."

"Don't be afraid, with me, Zhang Hao, you won't dissipate."

"Isn't it just a rusty sword... I have a lot of them."

Zhang Hao then took out a dozen rusty swords of various kinds.

"Choose one for yourself."

The Crooked Mouth Spirit King's eyes began to loosen.

"Is this the so-called quantum entanglement?"

"Nine-year compulsory education school..."

"What a powerful method!"

When the Excalibur is broken, his consciousness will also dissipate with the passage of time.

In any case, he never imagined how the divine sword forged by hundreds of kinds of natural materials and earth treasures could be broken by hand through the means of grafting.

The Crooked Mouth Spirit King was not reconciled.

When he came out this time, there were too many unfinished business.

He... doesn't want to die.