At this time, Han Sanqian had already had blood all over his mouth, but he forced all the blood into his stomach. The force was always strong. The use of Pangu Axe made his body worse and difficult to deal with.

But when Han Sanqian looked back at Wanjun who was attacking again and the group of disciples of the Medicine God Pavilion in the air above the Void Sect, he had no choice.

With an angry glaring, he actually glared at the three living Demon Sect's three sons backwards. A terrifying feeling suddenly arose from his heart, and the three of them couldn't help but retreat several meters at the same time.

At this time, Han Sanqian forced the Taixu divine step and turned into a phantom, heading straight for the disciples of the Medicine God Pavilion in the air in the Xuwu Sect.

"Stop him for me." Wang Suzhi shouted.

Hundreds of disciples flew up immediately, but when Han Sanqian was holding a Pangu axe in his hand, he flew over with murderous aura in his eyes, a group of people actually scattered and no one dared to stop him.

With just the momentum, the soul of the Medicine God Pavilion can be scattered. Except for Han Sanqian, I am afraid there is no one else.

In the air of the Xuwu Sect, Ye Gucheng looked at Han Sanqian rushing towards him with a Pangu axe in his hand, and his face turned pale. He wanted to take advantage of Han Sanqian being trapped, and he took people to copy the Xuwu Sect and get back his military achievements. However, he had only been halfway through the way, but he became a hot potato.

"Damn, what the hell is this guy? The ghost is not dispersed." Ye Gucheng turned around and ran away without even a trace of hesitation.

The army of the Yaoshen Pavilion was left with Han Sanqian to come and go freely, and whoever saw him hid.

Lu Ruoxin felt rippling in her heart, and she liked Han Sanqian's performance more and more.

This is the man.

Returning back to the mid-air of the gate of the Void Sect, Han Sanqian turned around and looked, with one man in the way of the pass, and the momentum of ten thousand men not open was extremely domineering.

"If you enter the former, you will die!" Han Sanqian shouted coldly.

All people stopped, and no one dared to take a step forward.

"If you don't, you will die!" Wang Yanzhi was anxious. He himself led the army. If Han Sanqian beat him like this, what kind of face would he have in the World of Medicine God Pavilion be in the future? What qualifications does he have to be called a god in the World of Eight? He twisted the neck of a soldier who kept retreating beside him, and he shouted angrily.

Seeing Wang Suanzhi killing, the disciples of the Medicine God Pavilion looked at each other, gritted their teeth, and attacked Han Sanqian.

Han Sanqian also held the Pangu axe in his hand and thundered in the air. The Pangu axe swept everywhere with a huge golden light.

For a moment, the battle was fierce in the air of the Xuwu Sect and beacons broke out.

However, Han Sanqian, the Pangu axe itself, could not exert particularly powerful power when consumed greatly. In addition, the serious injury of his body was severe, and in just a few rounds, Han Sanqian's body had completely staggered, shaking in the air, and could fall down at any time.

Although there are disciples falling down in the Medicine God Pavilion, under the leadership of many masters, the offensive becomes more and more fierce.

Seeing that more and more people in the air were gathering in front of him, even directly surrounding Han Sanqian, Lu Ruoxin finally clapped his hands on the mountain, and Chi Meng walked up quickly.

"Let her go and help." Lu Ruoxin knew that Han Sanqian had reached its limit. If he didn't take action, Han Sanqian would have to die at the scene.

Han Sanqian's performance made her very satisfied, which was enough.

But just as Chi Meng was just taking the order and preparing, Lu Ruoxin suddenly frowned and murmured into the air: "What are he doing?"

Chi Meng looked at Lu Ruoxin and saw Han Sanqian surrounded in the air suddenly slapped his chest with a palm, and a mouthful of blood immediately spurted out of his mouth.

"Is he crazy? Self-harm?" Chi Meng was also very confused.

Lu Ruoxin remained silent. Even Bingxue was smart, she didn't know what Han Sanqian was going to do at this time?!

"Could it be that he didn't want to be killed by these mobs, so he would rather commit suicide than protect his integrity?" Chi Meng said strangely.

Lu Ruoxin shook her head, she didn't know either.

But soon, the two masters and servants were stunned.

After Han Sanqian spurted out the blood from his mouth, he suddenly moved his hand and used all the last strength to hit all the blood that was sprayed out directly.

The big big mouthful of blood directly turned into countless drops and attacked the Yaoshen Pavilion.

Among the troops, a group of people were wondering about Han Sanqian's self-harm behavior. They were just confused about his sudden blowing of the blood into a drop of blood and the rain hit him. Could it be that this guy refused to bow his head before he died? He wanted to insult them in this way?

But the next second, like Lu Ruoxin's master and servant, they were all stunned.

The blood like rain almost never grows wherever it passes. Those who are stained with blood suddenly turn into blood shadows in an instant.

Mixed with Han Sanqian's blood, it condensed into blood mist in the sky.

It looks good and has a hint of weirdness.

"Damn!" Wang Yanzhi saw the scene in the air, and the army of thousands of people was instantly hit by Han Sanqian's blood rain, and he was so shocked that he couldn't help but curse.

Everyone behind Wang Suizhi couldn't help but take a step back.

What the hell is they meeting? This is not a human being. It is clearly the God of Death who reaps human heads!

Lu Ruoxin and Chi Meng also opened their mouths in a slight shock at this time. Lu Ruoxin was stunned and his heart suddenly moved.
Chapter completed!