Wow!

Thousands of axes were like rain, and thousands of rain were like axes, raiding in the air in a black air.

"Depend on!"

I don’t know who yelled depressedly, and then, thousands of axes landed on the ground.

boom!

The ground exploded directly like tens of thousands of missiles hitting the ground.

Countless monsters on the ground also exploded with this explosion and came directly like a big fry like a Manchu and Han banquet.

The fire, the residue, the broken arms flew everywhere for a moment.

The ground was shaking, the sky was bursting, and all the houses around were destroyed and turned into powder.

At the same time, although the Ghost Lord, who was at the core of the explosion, carried a fallen axe alone with his own strength, the axe rain whizzing by his side still drove an extremely powerful aura and wind to blew around him.

The black air beside him was constantly blowing, and his face became ferocious.

But his heart, which was not blown to the point, was also ferocious at this time.

Because when I looked back, my neat team of troops was almost riddled with holes at this time.

Even the center of the Demon Cloud Ghost City at this time was just turning into ruins.

He has seen too many super spells, and countless of them destroy the world.

This is the norm.

But those are just single-body techniques, and it is naturally understandable that they are powerful.

But what is Han Sanqian right now? This is a fucking group attack spell.

Anyone who is a practitioner of Taoism knows that although the group attack spell covers a large area, it consumes a lot of energy and its power will not change too much due to dispersion.

But Han Sanqian's move... was simply an outrageous knock on the door, an outrageous fucking got home.

He was a group attack technique, but the damage caused by the explosion was even more fierce than many singles he had seen.

What the hell is this?!

Almost at the same time, Han Sanqian and others had already stopped hundreds of meters away. When they saw the axe rain in the center of the city landing, not only did the entourage look dumbfounded, but even the Seventh Princess inside the pearl curtain had completely lost her demeanor. She stood up from the car, half-bearing her waist, and looked at the people in the field in disbelief.

"You...didn't you say... he has already exploded his Nascent Soul? So, who is that person?" She murmured with Han Sanqian's finger.

If it were before, the man would definitely find an excuse to reply. After all, before saying this, he had already found an excuse for the demonic aura in his breath.

However, at this time, he had no energy to reply at all. His eyes were staring at Han Sanqian on the field.

He couldn't understand, he couldn't really be immediately.

The human boy in the distance in front of him, how could he create such a huge movement? How could he be able to fight against the army of Ghost Lord for so long?

He thought about it a lot, but couldn't guess the reason, because he only thought less.

How can he guess Han Sanqian with such an identity?

But obviously, the shock that Han Sanqian brought to them was just the beginning.

As the explosion started, the Flying Light Sword transformed by the little black stick there broke through the other end, and when the Pangolin and others were successfully escorted through the ground, the little black stick also rushed back.

If Han Sanqian had been a sad hell before, then now this is the wailing prison of hell.

Crying, shouting, pain, broken limbs, broken arms, and even the head, with the addition of the Flying Light Sword, it was like bubbles flying for a moment.

As Han San million axes rain fell, he held a sword in his right hand and an axe in his left hand, and suddenly slashed at the Ghost Lord crazy.

He has unique body skills and extremely fast speed. Not to mention the Ghost Lord who is fighting, even the Seventh Princess who is fighting outside can't help but be dazzled. She couldn't tell which figure Han Sanqian was virtual and which figure was real.

But what is even more terrifying is the ghost master at this time.

What others can only feel is Han Sanqian's speed and Han Sanqian's body movement, but in addition to this, the Ghost Lord felt that there was something that gave him a headache.

strength!

Even if he gave the Ghost Lord ten thousand guesses, he would never have expected that Han Sanqian, the extremely thin human, had such great power as Han Sanqian.

Every time he resisted, he felt as if he was resisting the pressure of a mountain, and the tiger's mouth holding the black magic weapon was even more painful.

"Bang!"

Almost as soon as he was shivering, Han Sanqian hit his chest with one kick. He took several steps and had not stabilized his body. Then, a long sword was placed at the same time at the same time...
Chapter completed!