The mourning stick arrived in the blink of an eye, and Lin Tianyi killed it with a sword.

"Bang"

With a dull sound, I suddenly remembered that the mourning stick collided with the God of Killing Sword. Lin Tian felt a little relaxed, but Bei Kun felt like a huge mountain hitting his mourning stick.

After a closer look, Bei Kun's heart completely cold and mourns. On this weapon that he was proud of, Lin Tian saw cracks, which obviously had signs of breakage.

"This, how is this possible?"

Bei Kun sighed in disbelief. His master said that the mourning stick was the most awesome treasure in the world. It was cut into cracks by Lin Tian's sword.

The mourning stick is the most powerful weapon in the world. This is true, but he didn't know that Lin Tian's Killing Sword was a product of China three thousand years later. The Chinese civilization has only been five thousand years since now. In the next three thousand years, the technology has been unthinkable. The weapons created are extremely sharp and have reached a level of despair.

Bei Kun was wondering, Lin Tian showed no mercy and slashed at him again with a sword.

In a hurry, he could only use the mourning stick to resist.

There was a crisp sound, and cracks were everywhere on the mourning stick, obviously, it was about to break.

Lin Tian laughed secretly, and with a sword, the mourning stick slashed with a crisp "crack" sound. Now, the mourning stick was completely broken.

Bei Kun was chopped on his shoulder by the sword energy. Most of his shoulders were stained with blood. He retreated and smashed it hard to the ground.

The hat on his head was lifted away, and Bei Kun showed his true face.

"It's you"
Chapter completed!