Although Fowei Tianlong is extremely domineering, it is difficult for any force to match him head-on.
But Han Sanqian's Seventy-Two Divine Swords hit the core of Fowei Tianlong's lifeline.
It's like a huge tough guy meets a piece of cotton. You have all kinds of power, and you can even kill him instantly with one punch. But the core of the problem is that you have to hit this punch first.
Han Sanqian was like a cloth belt in the wind, wrapped around the dragon's body. No matter how the dragon turned its head and bent its tail, it could never be touched.
"As time goes by, if Fowei Tianlong cannot hit Han Sanqian, he will only be stabbed and bruised by Han Sanqian!" The old monk nodded, not denying Ming Yu's view at all.
"Looking at you, you don't seem to be in a hurry? This is a method that you bought with your lifespan and divine punishment, and you just watched it being broken by Han Sanqian?" Ming Yu said in confusion.
"The time comes, the time comes, and the time comes. Not to mention that all things in the world are born with each other and then restrain each other. Even if I have an invincible shield, I can't help but he has the most powerful spear. Therefore, success and failure are all the same.
The number of hits." The old monk replied softly.
"You are still in the mood to talk to me about this at this time. It seems that you have a backup plan." Ming Yu chuckled disdainfully.
Hearing this, the old monk smiled softly. After a moment, he murmured: "People will eventually pay the price for their frivolity. Donor Ming, why not just watch the show."
"I also want to watch a show, but I'm afraid you won't be like your disciples and run away in panic." Ming Yu mocked coldly.
Hearing this, the old monk's face suddenly looked a little ugly, but his smile soon returned: "Then let's wait and see."
"The thirty-sixth sword, rain and flowers!"
"The forty-fourth sword, burning dragon and phoenix!"
"The fifty-first sword, the sword breaks the sky!"
Swish, brush, brush!
But in mid-air at this time, compared to the gentle chat and laughter between the old monk and Ming Yu, Han Sanqian and Fowei Tianlong were fighting fiercely, with fire radiating from all directions.
Han Sanqian was even more excited at this time.
From the time Gui Yuanzi passed it on to him until now, this is the first time he has used the so-called Seventy-Two Divine Swords, but as soon as he used it, he was completely impressed by this magical sword technique.
This swordsmanship is indeed so exquisite that there is nothing to say, and it can be seen from it how this magical skill, which has been with Gui Yuanzi for almost his entire life, has been able to accompany him for so long.
"Ho ho ho!"
Over there, Fowei Tianlong let out an extremely angry roar.
Han Sanqian was like a fly, constantly clinging to himself and retreating. If he didn't move, he would be a fly that made Tianlong feel uncomfortable. But if he did, he would hit nothing every time. This made Fowei Tianlong
He is so angry that he cannot stop being angry.
But apart from using its voice to vent its dissatisfaction and anger, what can it do?
As the fifty-first sword fell, the entire golden and red mighty body of Fowei Tianlong was covered with wounds. Golden blood was spread all over the dragon scales. It looked horrible!
"Do you know? There is a legend in our hometown that there is an insect called an earthworm that will turn into a snake after disaster. When a snake turns into a disaster, it becomes a python. If it changes again, it will become an oolong, and finally it can turn into a dragon!"
"However, in my eyes, even if a dragon is a dragon, sometimes it is just an insect!" Han Sanqian smiled evilly, the jade sword in his hand glowing faintly.
Fifty-two poses!
"Roar!" As if he understood Han Sanqian's ridicule, Fowei Tianlong roared angrily, angered for miles, and extremely majestic.
Han Sanqian just smiled coldly, and in the next second, his body transformed again, the human sword merged into one, and flew directly towards Fowei Tianlong.
"Pfft!"
Almost before Fowei Tianlong could react, he only heard the sound of flesh being separated.
Even if the center of the entire dragon body was protected by extremely strong dragon scales, it still couldn't withstand Han Sanqian's volley of swords.
"Roar!" Fowei Tianlong let out a roar of great pain, and the entire dragon body was tangled and shaking like an earthworm, in extreme pain.
"Little earthworm!" Han Sanqian's figure stood dozens of meters behind the dragon, without even looking back, and laughed coldly.
Looking at the surrounding mountains and forests, most of the monks who were originally outnumbered were screaming and screaming as they were burned in the ground fire, or those who were trying to escape were struck by the lightning of the thunder dragon and were scorched on the inside but tender on the outside.
At that time, Han Sanqian was in high spirits.
From an absolute disadvantage to an absolute advantage in an instant, this ability is obviously not something that everyone can achieve.
Maybe, even if the true god wants to fight back like this, it may be a question. If Han Sanqian can do it, he should be proud of it.
"There are still twenty sword styles, can you still hold them?" Han Sanqian said coldly with disdain.
Even though it took a full fifty-two moves, it is obvious that the power of the sword has only just begun to truly appear, and the attacks going down will become more ferocious.
At this time, Fowei Tianlong was no longer anything more than a emaciated camel, with his body covered in blood and groaning angrily.
"I'll take care of you with two moves." Han Sanqian smiled coldly, grasped the jade sword fiercely, and attacked again...
