As soon as he finished speaking, Han Sanqian's body turned into a ray of light and flew straight towards Fowei Tianlong in an instant.
Fifty-three poses!
Fifty-four poses!
Double style swordsmanship, invincible.
"roar!"
Fowei Tianlong suddenly shouted angrily, and upon being provoked, the dragon's body shook and rushed towards Han Sanqian!
"Sibby, do you think I will confront you head-on?" He smiled disdainfully.
The next second, Han Sanqian suddenly shrank, his body was like a blind spot, and he completely fought against the Buddha's mighty golden dragon.
However, as Han Sanqian said, Han Sanqian did not give Tianlong any chance to fight head-on. The seventy-two divine swords came and went freely and shuttled continuously.
Poof!
Poof!
I could hear the sound of flesh being torn apart in the air!
The high-level disciples who had not fled around the valley all sat down to resist the burning fire of the earth, but at this moment they only felt mottled golden and red blood falling from the sky like rain.
"Fowei Tianlong can't stand it anymore!"
Almost everyone was so shocked to know this situation. Some people couldn't stand still and subconsciously wanted to escape. However, the Nine Heavens Thunder Dragon in the sky had been waiting for this opportunity for a long time.
Those low-level disciples who had fled in all directions had the same fate.
Burnt on the inside and tender on the outside, with just a gentle blow of wind, the body turns into black residue and disappears into ashes in an instant.
Many people were so shocked that they broke out in cold sweat when they saw this.
If they don't leave, Fowei Tianlong can't stand it, which means that once Han Sanqian escapes, their group will die without a burial place, and Han Sanqian will definitely not let them go.
But when he left, he was stared at by the Nine Heavens Thunder Dragon in the sky, and was instantly chopped into ashes.
For a moment, a group of monks were on the verge of exploding.
Only the old monk was calm and composed at this time. The faint halo of light on his body protected him from being burned by the earthly fire. However, the excessive temperature and the absorption of spiritual energy by the earthly fire also made him covered in sweat.
But he wasn't worried, and even had a sneer on his lips.
"The last move of the fifty-fourth style!"
In mid-air, as Han Sanqian shouted angrily, Han Sanqian, who transformed into countless sword shadows, suddenly appeared above the head of Fowei Tianlong, raising his sword with both hands, slashing Huashan with all his strength!
Its power is like a rainbow, directing the sword energy thousands of meters!
Flying down!
"roar!"
It seems that he also felt the power of Han Sanqian's sword. Fowei Tianlong roared angrily, gathered all his strength in front of him, raised his dragon head, and directly withstood Han Sanqian's attack!
Bang!
Sword blade versus dragon head!
Chaos vs. Fowei!
For a time, strong air waves lifted hundreds of meters, tearing the air, destroying trees, and even the top of the mountain was shaking crazily on top of the air waves!
Many sitting monks were knocked to the ground by the shock, and rubble also fell from the top, causing a group of monks to scream in agony.
However, in the air at this time, the two forces were still stubbornly contending.
Han Sanqian was almost never careless. He opened up the chaos energy in his body and attacked with all his strength!
The same was true for Fowei Tianlong. In anger, all the breath in his body went to his head.
The two are in a stalemate, and it is difficult to distinguish between male and female.
"You lost." At this moment, Han Sanqian's mouth suddenly twitched slightly, and he smiled ferociously.
"Roar!" Fowei Tianlong groaned unwillingly, seeming to be retorting.
But there are some things that are useless to refute!
"Sky fire, moon wheel!"
Following Han Sanqian's cold drink, two rays of light, one red and one blue, suddenly emerged from the crowd and flew directly behind Fowei Tianlong.
"goodbye!"
As soon as the words fell!
Brush, brush!
The heavenly fire moon wheel, one on the left and one on the right, transformed into two golden swords, suddenly crossing each other seven inches away!
"Ouch!"
When Qi Cun was attacked, Fowei Tianlong suddenly let out his power and roared in pain.
But once its anger was vented, its defeat was doomed.
Han Sanqian's Sword above, without the full strength of Fowei Tianlong to resist it, instantly turned from a disadvantage into an advantage, pressing straight down.
boom!!
The Fowei Tianlong flying in mid-air suddenly felt like a huge but flightless giant, falling rapidly.
And during this process, the heavenly fire and moon discs are still intersecting left and right!
Bang!
There was a loud noise in the valley, and the Fowei Tianlong slammed to the ground, causing Zhoushan to shake violently, and mud splashed across the valley!
Half a meter away from the ground, Han Sanqian stood slightly, covering the countless mud with his hands. When he lowered his hands, an extremely huge golden-red dragon, with its white belly turned over, lay motionless on the ground like a giant snake.
!
"Fowei Tianlong is defeated!"
The monks were trembling with fear, and some even fell to the ground, their eyes wide open and they had even forgotten the idea of escape.
At this time, Han Sanqian raised his head slightly and looked towards the top of the cliff. Many monks were so frightened that they closed their eyes, fearing that they would meet Han Sanqian's eyes and attract his attention.
Only the old monk showed no concession in his gaze. Lingkong and Han Sanqian looked at each other, with even a faint smile on his lips.
"Seeking death!" Han Sanqian shouted coldly, and rushed straight up to the top of the cliff.
But just when Han Sanqian had just flown about a hundred meters, he suddenly felt a strange wind blowing behind him, and then, a black shadow suddenly hit him, waiting for Han Sanqian to take a closer look.
At this time, a monster suddenly stood in the air in front of him, his body as black as smoke and holding a black spear!
