"yes!"
Although Fowei Tianlong is extremely domineering, it is difficult for any force to match him head-on.
But Han Sanqian's seventy-two-way divine sword hit the core of Fowei Tianlong's lifeline.
It's like a huge tough guy meets a piece of cotton. You have a thousand powers and can even kill him instantly with one punch. But the core of the problem is that you have to hit this punch first.
Han Sanqian was like a cloth belt in the wind, wrapped around the dragon's body. No matter how the dragon turned its head and bent its tail, it could never be touched.
"As time goes by, if Fowei Tianlong cannot hit Han Sanqian, he will only be stabbed and bruised by Han Sanqian!" The old monk nodded, not denying Ming Yu's view at all.
"Looking at you, you don't seem to be in a hurry? This is the method that you bought with your life span and divine punishment, and you just watched it be broken by Han Sanqian?" Ming Yu asked in confusion.
"The time comes, the time comes, the time comes, not to mention the nature of heaven, earth, and all things. They are mutually reinforcing and restraining each other. Even if I have an invincible shield, I can't help but he has the most powerful spear. Therefore, success and failure are all the same." The number of hits." The old monk replied softly.
"You are still in the mood to talk to me about this at this time. It seems that you have a backup plan." Ming Yu chuckled disdainfully.
When the old monk heard this, he smiled softly. After a moment, he murmured: "People will eventually pay the price for their frivolity. Donor Ming, why not just watch the show."
"I also want to watch a show, but I'm afraid you won't be like your disciples and just run away in panic." Ming Yu sneered coldly.
Hearing this, the old monk's face suddenly looked a little ugly, but his smile soon returned: "Then let's wait and see."
"The thirty-sixth sword, falling rain and flowers!"
"The forty-fourth sword, burning dragon and phoenix!"
"The fifty-first sword, the sword breaks the sky!"
Swish, brush, brush!
But in mid-air at this time, compared to the gentle chat and laughter between the old monk and Ming Yu, the fight between Han Sanqian and Fowei Tianlong was extremely fierce, and the fire was radiating.
Han Sanqian was even more excited at this time.
From the time Gui Yuanzi passed it on to him until now, this is the first time he has used the so-called Seventy-Two-Way Divine Sword, but as soon as he used it, he was completely impressed by this magical sword technique.
This swordsmanship is indeed so exquisite that there is nothing to say, and it can be seen from it how this magical skill, which has been with Gui Yuanzi for almost his entire life, has been able to accompany him for so long.
"Ho ho ho!"
Over there, Fowei Tianlong let out an extremely angry roar.
Han Sanqian was like a fly, constantly clinging to himself and retreating. If he didn't move, he would be a fly that made Tianlong feel uncomfortable, but if he did, he would hit nothing every time. This made Fowei Tianlong He is so angry that he cannot stop being angry.
But apart from using its voice to vent its dissatisfaction and anger, what can it do?
As the fifty-first sword fell, the entire golden and red mighty body of Fowei Tianlong was covered with wounds. Golden blood was spread all over the dragon scales. It looked horrible!
"Do you know? There is a legend in our hometown that there is an insect called an earthworm that will turn into a snake after disaster. When a snake turns into a disaster, it becomes a python. If it changes again, it will become an oolong, and finally it can turn into a dragon!"
"However, in my eyes, even if a dragon is a dragon, sometimes it is just an insect!" Han Sanqian smiled evilly, the jade sword in his hand glowing faintly.
Fifty-two poses!
"Roar!" As if he understood Han Sanqian's ridicule, Fowei Tianlong roared angrily, his anger rising for miles, and he was extremely majestic.
Han Sanqian just smiled coldly, and in the next second, his body transformed again, the man and sword merged into one, and flew directly towards Fowei Tianlong.
"Pfft!"
Almost before Fowei Tianlong could react, he only heard the sound of flesh being separated.
Even if the center of the entire dragon body was protected by extremely strong dragon scales, it still couldn't withstand Han Sanqian's volley of swords.
"Roar!" Fowei Tianlong let out a roar of great pain, and the entire dragon body was tangled and shaking like an earthworm, in extreme pain.
"Little earthworm!" Han Sanqian's figure stood dozens of meters behind the dragon, without even looking back, and laughed coldly.
Looking at the surrounding mountains and forests, most of the monks who were originally outnumbered were screaming and screaming as they were being burned in the ground fire, or those who were trying to escape were struck by the lightning of the thunder dragon and were scorched on the inside but tender on the outside. At that time, Han Sanqian was in high spirits.
From an absolute disadvantage to an absolute advantage in an instant, this ability is obviously not something that everyone can achieve.
Perhaps, even if the true god wants to fight back like this, it may be a question. If Han Sanqian can do it, he should be proud of it.
"Sword, there are still twenty styles, can you still hold it?" Han Sanqian said coldly with disdain.
Even though it took a full fifty-two moves, it was obvious that the power of the sword had only just begun to truly appear, and the attacks going down would become more ferocious.
At this time, Fowei Tianlong was no longer anything more than a skinny camel, with his body covered in blood and groaning angrily.
"I'll take care of you with two moves." Han Sanqian smiled coldly, grasped the jade sword fiercely, and attacked again...
