"yes!"

Although the Buddha's Heavenly Dragon is extremely domineering, any power is hard to match head-on.

But Han Sanqian's seventy-two-way divine sword hit the core of the lifeline of the Buddha's Heavenly Dragon.

It's like an extremely huge tough guy who meets a piece of cotton, no matter how powerful you have, you can even kill in one punch. But the core of the problem is that you have to hit this punch first.

Han Sanqian is like a cloth belt in the wind, wrapped around the dragon's body. No matter how Long turns his head and bends his tail, he can never touch it.

"As time goes by, if the Fowei Tianlong cannot hit Han Sanqian, he will only be covered in bruises by Han Sanqian's body!" The old monk nodded, not denying Ming Yu's view at all.

"Looking at your appearance, I don't seem to be in a hurry? This is the method you exchanged for your life and divine punishment. Just watching it break by Han Sanqian?" Ming Yu said in confusion.

"The time comes, luck comes, and luck comes, not to mention that the heaven and earth are mutually generated and restrained. Even if I have an invincible shield, I can't do anything to him that has the strongest spear. Therefore, success and failure are all

The number of hits." The old monk replied softly.

"At this time, you are still in the mood to talk to me about these things. It seems that you have a backup plan." Ming Yu chuckled disdainfully.

When the old monk heard this, he smiled softly, and after a moment, he murmured: "People will eventually pay the price for their frivolity. The donor of the underworld, it's better to just watch the show."

"I want to watch the show, too, I'm afraid that you won't be like your disciples, and you'll run away like you." Ming Yu sneered coldly.

Hearing this, the old monk suddenly felt a little ugly, but he soon returned to his smile: "Then let's wait and see."

"The 36th Sword, the rain falls and flowers fall!"

"The forty-fourth sword, burning dragons and burning phoenixes!"

"The fifty-first sword, the sword breaks through the sky!"

Brush!

In the air at this time, compared with the soft laughter between the old monk and Ming Yu, Han Sanqian and Fowei Tianlong fought fiercely, with flames everywhere.

Han Sanqian was even more excited at this time.

From Gui Yuanzi to himself until now, this is the first time he uses the so-called Seventy-Two-way Divine Sword, but once he uses it, he is completely impressed by this magical sword technique.

This sword technique is indeed so exquisite that it is beyond words. It can be seen from it that this magical skill that has followed Gui Yuanzi for almost his life has been with him for so long.

"Ho huh!"

Over there, the Buddha's Heavenly Dragon roared in anger.

Han Sanqian was like a fly, constantly sticking to his body and retreating. He didn't make any moves. His fly made Tianlong feel uncomfortable all over, but he did it, but he was emptied every time, which made the Buddha's power Tianlong

It's anger.

But what can it do except vent its dissatisfaction and anger with its voice?

As the fifty-first sword fell, the golden and majestic body of the entire Buddha's power Tianlong was already full of trauma, and golden blood was spread all over the dragon scales, which seemed to be described as terrible!

"Do you know? There is a legend in our hometown that there is a worm called earthworm that will turn into a snake after a disaster. If a snake turns into a disaster, it will become a python. If it changes into a wild dragon, it will become a dragon, and it will eventually turn into a dragon!"

"However, in my eyes, even a dragon is a dragon, sometimes it is just an insect!" Han Sanqian smiled evilly, and the jade sword in his hand was faintly shining.

Fifty-two styles!

"Roar!" As if he understood Han Sanqian's ridicule, the Buddha's power roared angrily, and his anger opened for several miles, with extremely majesticity.

Han Sanqian just smiled coldly, and the next second, his body transformed again, the man and sword merged, and flew directly towards the Buddha's power Tianlong.

"Puff!"

Almost before the Fowei Tianlong could reflect it, he only heard the sound of flesh being separated.

Even though the entire center of the dragon body is protected by extremely strong dragon scales, it still cannot withstand Han Sanqian's sword in the air.

"Roar!" Fowei Tianlong let out a huge roar of pain, and the whole dragon's body was tangled and trembling like an earthworm, in extreme pain.

"Little earthworm!" Han Sanqian stood dozens of meters behind the dragon, without even looking back, and laughed in a cold voice.

Looking at the surrounding mountains and forests, most of the monks who were originally crowded were burning in the ground fire, or those who wanted to escape were scorching from the thunder dragon and thunder.

Han Sanqian was full of energy at that time.

From an absolute disadvantage to an absolute advantage in a flash, this ability is obviously not something that anyone can do.

Perhaps, even if the True God wants such a Jedi counterattack, it may be a kind of doubt. Han Sanqian can do it, so he should naturally have his pride.

"Sword, there are twenty styles left. Can you still bear it?" Han Sanqian said coldly disdainfully.

Even though it took a total of fifty-two styles before, it was obvious that the power of the sword had actually begun to appear, and the further downward attacks would become more fierce.

At this time, the Buddha's Heavenly Dragon was already a thin camel, covered in blood and moaned in anger.
Chapter completed!