"Han Sanqian, have you seen it? Who is the real owner of Pangu Ax? With your mediocrity, Pangu Ax can only be used to chop firewood."
Can it only be used to chop firewood? !
It was just a sentence, but it kept echoing in Han Sanqian's heart at this time.
Yes, with the King of All Weapons in hand, Han Sanqian never showed its true power from the beginning to the end. It is not too much to say that it was a waste of natural resources.
It's not that it's not strong enough, it's that it's not capable enough.
The strong guilt even made Han Sanqian feel inferior at this time!
"That's wrong!" Suddenly, Han Sanqian's eyes narrowed: "What on earth did you do to Xiao Tao!"
The only way to crack Pangu's ax lies in Xiao Tao, the last descendant of Pangu. Han Sanqian absolutely believed that Xiaotao was not the kind of person who couldn't tell right from wrong, so he told these demon monks the method of Pangu Ax!
Therefore, she must be forced to do so!
However, what could make a dignified descendant of Pangu tell these secrets? You must know that the Pangu tribe has experienced two genocide, but they have always kept secrets. They are even willing to bear the pain of refining their souls and are unwilling to tell outsiders any secrets.
Xiaotao is the only descendant of Pangu. Even if her memory has been wiped, Han Sanqian believes that Pangu's bloodline will never let her betray the family's secrets at will.
She will definitely be like her clan leader, not afraid of life and death for the sake of secrets!
But this is precisely the reason why Han Sanqian is angry now. For what reason would a person tell his secret if he is not afraid of life and death? ?
Could it be that it was inhuman torture?
It must be!
Thinking of this, the nameless fire in Han's three thousand eyes burned crazily.
He has always regarded Xiaotao as his biological sister. She also told him how to use the Pangu Ax in times of crisis. At this time, she was being tortured. How could Han Sanqian not be angry? !
Thinking of the poems outside the city and what happened to Fuli, Han Sanqian's anger erupted like a volcano.
Looking at the old monk's sinister smile, Han Sanqian didn't even wait for the sword to fall, but directly raised his fist and rushed forward angrily.
"Old thief, I'm going to kill you!"
Punch out, power up!
Hit instantly!
The air was torn directly due to friction and ignited, and Han Sanqian's fist rushed forward with blazing fire.
Seeing that Han Sanqian was actually attacking directly with his body at this time, the old monk smiled coldly: "You are really in trouble. Do you think that just with your fists, I am afraid of you?"
"I just want to see if your fist is more powerful, or if my Pangu ax is sharp." He shouted coldly, turned the ax again, aimed it at Han Sanqian in the air, and struck out with the axe.
Ax versus fist!
But what stunned the old monk was that as he slashed down with the axe, it stands to reason that Han Sanqian would avoid its sharp edge at this time, which was also the case when he used his sword just now.
The old monk really couldn't crack the Seventy-Two Divine Swords, and his cultivation was always lacking.
But the previous attack with Pangu's ax forced Han Sanqian to attack and retreat. It was natural. Facing Han Sanqian's more direct hand-to-hand combat this time, could he still avoid it with Pangu's axe? !
But Han Sanqian didn’t!
"What?!"
"Madman, are you crazy?!" the old monk cursed angrily.
But at this time, Han Sanqian clearly didn't hear it. There was even a trace of blood in his eyes, and black energy was released from his body.
The dragon's blood explodes again! !
"Damn it!" the old monk roared angrily. He couldn't help but increase the strength in his hand, and he was bound to kill him with an axe!
Trash is afraid of masters, masters are afraid of those who are aggressive, and those who are aggressive are afraid of those who risk their lives. This has been true throughout the ages. Faced with Han Sanqian's lunatic attack, the old monk also became full of energy.
But as the distance between the two grew closer, he felt a little nervous.
His ax can indeed kill Han Sanqian, there is no doubt about it. But at the same time, Han Sanqian's fist is also very likely to hit him. Han Sanqian must die, but can he take this punch? ? !
He doesn't know, he doesn't know!
But he thought it was impossible, but seeing Han Sanqian's life-threatening attitude, he had some self-doubt! If he wasn't sure he could hit himself, why would he attack himself like this? !
So, could it be that it looks like a punch on the surface, but actually this kid has some hidden tricks?
Thinking of this, the old monk panicked even more, and at the same time, he became more certain of his guess!
But the more certain I am, the more panic I feel. This endless cycle has been repeated several times in just a few seconds, and the courage in my heart has turned into timidity.
In the end, the old monk took a step back slightly, trying to give himself more room to prepare to deal with Han Sanwan's insidious moves, but at the same time, his offensive weakened a lot in an instant.
Han Sanqian's eyes were like fire, and he still moved forward without any fear!
"What!"
Next to him, Ming Yu dodged the attack of the Sky Fire Moon Wheel with one move, watching Han Sanqian desperately rush towards the old monk, and the old monk's hanging giant ax was also flying over his head!
"Han Sanqian, do you want your life?"
