Hearing Han Sanqian's words, the phantom sound had an ear-clearing action, and he looked at Han Sanqian in surprise: "What are you talking about?"

"Boy, are you born from the cow's butt? You like to brag so much?"

"Damn it, don't say you win in my space, what are you going to keep you alive?"

Everything is dominated by him, and naturally all resistance and attacks are in vain. Obviously, there is no problem with his words.

"What are you going to win you? Just like you said, the person who dominates everything is the final Ying family, right?" After saying that, Han Sanqian moved his body and rushed towards the eight reappearing apertures.

The sword is like a stick, the stick is like a sword, the body is like a human, the phantom is like a monkey, and Han Sanqian flew up and slashed randomly under the opening and closing.

Almost like just now, in just a few dozen seconds, the day above the head fell rapidly like a kite with a broken string, and then exploded on the spot like a balloon.

Immediately afterwards, there were eight more...

There are eight more...

When nearly half an hour passed, there were countless suns cut by Han Sanqian. As the scorching sun exploded wildly, the whole world was filled with the light of explosions and high temperatures.

Han Sanqian had already sweated heavily, but no one could tell whether his body was sweating due to physical energy or sweat generated by too much heat.

In the air, the illusory figure appeared again, watching Han Sanqian lifting and falling into the aperture in the air, but he was not at all panicked, but instead he only sneered repeatedly.

Ignorance, childishness, and even ridiculous.

To him, these are obviously nothing. On the contrary, they are more like a monkey being fooled by himself.

He can be said to be attacking his own daily circle, but for himself, he is just attacking the air.

These are simply harmless things. No matter how many he kills or destroys it, it actually does not cause any harm to him.

Everything is meaningless.

"call."

Han Sanqian was tired, and his continuous attacks made his entire sword-holding hand tremble slightly.

"Are you tired? Why don't you take a break? I'm in a good mood. I'll allow you to rest for a while and let's continue, how about?" Phantom sneered.

If he was offended by Han Sanqian's intrusion and what he said before and could not tolerate Han Sanqian, then now, he would rather stay Han Sanqian for a while.

Although I would also kill him cruelly, his tenacious vitality and good combat power made me think he was very fun.

Therefore, playing before killing is a more interesting and irritating thing.

Han Sanqian looked back coldly. Although the time and place of the phantom appeared were erratic, Han Sanqian could still instantly capture his location by relying on his hearing.

He didn't speak, but his mind was spinning rapidly.

After a while, he said coldly: "It's infinite, right?"

"Oh?" He looked at Han Sanqian with interest, obviously waiting for his next sentence.

“Goggy!”

"No matter whether the yang energy is damaged or the yin energy is damaged, the Bagua will always be adjusted to balance. So, no matter how many apertures I knock out, their energy will always be stable here and maintain balance with the yin surface."

"Boy, you finally reflected on it." He laughed: "Yin and Yang can harmonize each other, so no matter how much you do, it is just useless."

"More importantly, even if you are really strong, you can seriously damage one side, and the other side will be filled in in time."

"And this kind of supplement seems to be detrimental, but in fact it doesn't, because everything is in this gossip. It will still adjust and absorb and fill it up again. Do you understand?"

Han Sanqian smiled bitterly: "It seems that I have nothing to play with."

"Of course you can play, but it's not you, but I play, hahahahahahahaha."

"Okay, then I'll play with you."
Chapter completed!