Han Sanqian!!

Mingyu stopped immediately, and the energy in his hands was gathered on his fingers, ready to go!

Facing Han Sanqian, Ming Yu dared not underestimate it at all.

"You are so ecstasy." The old monk stopped, looked at Han Sanqian's back, and shouted in dissatisfaction.

Han Sanqian turned around gently, his face was cold, holding a jade sword in his hand, and looked at Mingyu and the old monk disdainfully: "What Buddhist disciples pay attention to is that their hearts follow the Buddha's movements, so naturally everything is empty. When will it become a desperate person? "

Faced with Han Sanqian's cold sarcasm, the old monk was angry: "Han Sanqian, don't be arrogant. Do you really think that if you destroy my Buddhist child, you will really win?"

Han Sanqian curled his lips and smiled: "It doesn't matter whether Ying or not. What's important is that I want to get back what I deserve."

The old monk suddenly looked cold and shouted angrily: "Do you want to get the Pangu axe back? It depends on whether you have the ability."

"The Pangu axe should be mine, what can I do to take back? What I want to take back is your life first!" With a wicked smile, Han Sanqian's figure was still there, but the real figure had already pounced in front of the old monk!

With the jade sword raised, the seventy-two divine swords suddenly stabbed.

The old monk was stunned. In panic, he slapped the middle-aged monk who was holding him over to block the sword. At the same time, he suddenly withdrew his hand, and Pangu's axe suddenly came out.

Puff!

The middle-aged monk Bu Chi, who was not prepared enough, and the huge gap in cultivation, was extremely pitiful at this time. He had almost only the time to reflect with his eyes widened. The next second, the jade sword had passed by, and the sword fell.

With his huge and frightened eyes, he fell to the ground unwillingly, and then rolled away with the momentum of the hillside.

With a roar, Bu Chi's remaining body also fell to the ground.

People always have to pay the price for their arrogance. Bu Chi has been arrogant for almost most of her life, but she never expected that the first slap she faced in the face was gone.

But almost at this moment, an axe fell from the sky, and several water circles protruded around Han Sanqian.

Han Sanqian frowned, changed his body, and activated the seventy-two divine swords, avoiding the Pangu axe, and blocking the sudden outbreak of Mingyu.

Tightened and retreated, completely disintegrating the attacks of the two.

Although he is not afraid of the old monk, Han Saqian never doubts the sharpness of Pangu Axe. With Mingyu's ability, Han Sanqian naturally needs to be treated with caution.

After defeating Han Sanqian with one blow, the old monk suddenly felt confident again.

Mingyu's face was solemn, as if he was facing a great enemy!

"Han Sanqian, what?" the old monk said coldly.

"What can you do if you break my formation?"

"I have Pangu axe in my hand. Can you block it hard?"

Arrogant, arrogant!

The old monk at this time fully interpreted this posture.

Han Sanqian would not laugh at him. He does have the capital of arrogance. With the power of Pangu Axe, even if it does not turn into bronze in his hands, the lean camel is bigger than a horse. Its sharpness cannot be underestimated!

However, would Han Sanqian worry about this?

Others can, but he can't.

As soon as the energy was activated, the Pangu mark between the eyebrows suddenly appeared, and the Pangu axe in the old monk's hand seemed to be summoned and began to shake faintly.

"Although Pangu axe is powerful, don't you know who it belongs to?" Han Sanqian's mouth twitched, and the energy directly increased and maximized.

Buzzing!

Suddenly, Pangu Axe began to shake wildly, and the old monk hurriedly grabbed it with his hands, but even so, Pangu Axe still dragged his body and moved towards Han Sanqian bit by bit.

Han Sanqian just smiled faintly, as if the god of death was staring at him.

Pangu Axe is a magical artifact that Han Sanqian recognized the Lord. Even if it was taken away by others, so what?!

In their hands, the Pangu axe was just a sharper giant axe.

The old monk's face was pale and he couldn't help but feel a little panicked. He was using more force in his hands. The loess on his feet were even pulled out by Pangu axe because he was pulled out of a deep gully.

It's getting closer, getting closer.

But just less than one meter away from Han Sanqian, the old monk's face, which was anxious and cold sweating, suddenly showed a ferocious and evil smile.

"Han Sanqian, do you really think that Pangu Axe is yours?"

When Han Sanqian heard this, he frowned.

Before he could figure out what was going on, the old monk suddenly raised his right hand, bit his index finger tightly, and made a strange gesture towards Pangu Axe.

A strange mark appeared in the air, and the next second, he drilled into the Pangu Axe.

The Pangu axe, which had not been opened in the golden light, suddenly appeared after this mark entered, and the response to Han Sanqian was suddenly stopped.

Han Sanqian was shocked at once. In a hurry, the old monk was already attacking with his axe!

how so?!

Pangu Axe and himself have already recognized his master, so how could the old monk suddenly control it?

More importantly, even the real owner of Han Sanqian didn't know how to use it, but the old monk on the opposite side...
Chapter completed!