"Han Sanqian, did you see it? Who is the real owner of the ancient ax. With your vassal, Pangu Ax is afraid that it can only be used to cut firewood."

Can only be used to cut firewood ?!

It was just a word, but he kept echoing in the heart of Han Sanqian at this time.

Yes, with the king of thousands of tools, Han Sanqian did not exert its true power from beginning to end.

It is not that it is not strong enough, but it is not enough.

Strong guilt even made Han Sanqian a little inferior at this time!

"No!" Suddenly, Han Sanqian's eyes condensed: "What did you do to Xiaotao!"

The only way to crack the ancient ax, the key core is earlier than the last heir of Pangu. Han Sanqian definitely believes that Xiao Tao is not the kind of person who is not the same, telling these magic monks about Pan Guxi!

So, she must have to be forced!

However, what can a dwelling Pangu Chuan people tell these secrets? You must know that the Pangu people have experienced two destroys, and they always keep their mouths like a bottle, and even the suffering of the soul being refined is willing to bear it.

The secret.

Xiao Tao is the only heir who is Pangu. Even if she has been wiped out, Han Sanqian believes that the blood of the Pangu people will never let her sell the secret of the family at will.

She will definitely be like her patriarch, for secrets, there is no fear of life and death!

But this is precisely why Han Sanqian's annoyance is now annoyed. If a person is not afraid of life and death, he will tell the secret!

Could it be that the torture of the right person?

It must be!

Thinking of this, the unknown fire in Han Sanqian's eyes burned crazy.

He always regarded Xiaotao as his sister and sister. She also told herself about the use of the ancient ax on the occasion of crisis. At this time, she was tortured. How can Han Sanqian be angry?!

Thinking of the cities outside the city and the almost suffered encounter, Han Sanqian was angry like a volcanic eruption.

Looking at the old monk's laughter, Han Sanqian or even the sword was not waiting to fall, but he waved his fist directly and rushed over.

"Old thief, I want your dog life!"

Fist, force up!

Play instantly!

The air was torn directly due to friction and was ignited. Han Sanqian's fist rushed directly with the bear fire.

Seeing that Han Sanqian actually attacked directly with the flesh, the old monk smiled coldly: "It is really Yuchun, you think, just by breaking your fists, Lao Tzu is afraid of you?"

"It is to see if your fist is powerful in your hands, or my ancient ax is sharp." A cold sound, the ax turned around again, and pointed to Han Sanqian, it was a ax.

Ax to fist!

But what was stunned by the old monk was that as he cut down, it was reasonable that Han Sanqian would inevitably avoid his edge at this time, and so when he used his sword.

The old monk really couldn't solve the Seventy -two Divine Sword. His cultivation was always there.

However, the previous attack on the ancient ax, Han Sanqian's self -transformation of self -transformation, changed to retreat, what should be, facing Han Sanqian this time more direct melee, the ancient ax, can he not avoid it?

"

But Han Sanqian did not!

"What?!"

"Crazy, are you crazy !!" The old monk scolded angrily.

But at this time, Han Sanqian was clearly heard of it. There was even a bit of blood red in his eyes, and the black gas was released from the body.

The blood of the dragon 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!

Garbage is afraid of masters, and masters are afraid of those who are aggressive, and those who are aggressive are afraid of losing their lives. This has been true throughout the ages. Facing Han Sanqian's attack like a madman, the old monk also showed great momentum.

But as the distance between the two grew closer, he felt a little nervous.

There is no doubt that his ax can kill Han Sanqian. But at the same time, Han Sanqian's fist is also very likely to hit him. Han Sanqian will definitely die, but he can take this punch.

??!

He doesn't know, he doesn't know!

But he thought it was impossible, but looking at Han Sanqian's desperate attitude, he had some self-doubt! If he was not sure that he could hit himself, why would he attack himself like this?!

So, could it be that while it looks like a punch on the surface, this kid actually has some hidden tricks?

When he thought 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 flying over his head!
Chapter completed!