Thinking of this, Han Sanqian moved slightly and took back the Pangu ax in his hand.
As Pangu's ax was taken away, the little black stick's stalemate of fighting and retreating suddenly noticed a change. After a few seconds of being stunned in place like a human being, it suddenly understood that there was no threat and began to slowly move towards Han Sanqian.
Turn slowly.
Just like a wolf considering the danger of the prey in front of him.
"Let the horses go." Han Sanqian smiled, and moved his hands slightly, and the sky fire and the moon were already condensed in his palms.
"Weren't you very arrogant just now? Don't you really want to kill me? Before I am unwilling to use the Pangu Ax, come and try it. This is your last chance." Han Sanqian said with a smile.
Hearing this, it seemed to be silent for a moment, and the next second, its body suddenly rushed towards Han Sanqian and attacked madly.
Han Sanqian was not idle either. He gathered the sky fire and the moon wheel with his hands, quietly waiting for its arrival.
Tens of meters, ten meters, several meters, even right in front of you.
To Xiao Heigang, Han Sanqian seemed to be waiting for the right moment to deliver a fatal blow to him.
But for Han Sanqian, this is not always the case.
"Sky fire, moon wheel!"
Close, close, almost about one meter away, Han Sanqian clapped his hands, and it seemed that the two ghosts of the sky fire and moon wheel were about to hit the door.
but……
But at the moment when Qian Jun fired his shot, the heavenly fire and moon discs in both hands suddenly completely disappeared.
What is this for?
"Hey, little sample!"
Han Sanqian smiled ferociously and moved his hand, and the Pangu ax suddenly appeared in his hand.
Pick up the ax!
The ax falls!
Pong!!!
Then there was another crisp sound, and the little black stick, which was charging vigorously, suddenly staggered and froze in place.
Like a person who was suddenly knocked unconscious, stagnant in the air...
If this guy could talk at this time, he would definitely look at Han Sanqian with a look that is universal across the universe, and then say, "Are you fucking doing this again?"
Moreover, I am still so shady?
He obviously pretended to fight with himself, but at the most critical moment, he was struck down with a big ax.
This is not as simple as humiliation, it also kills people.
With such shameless squandering, it is unclear whether Xiao Heigang is a human being, but Han Sanqian is definitely not a human being.
Han Sanqian was not ashamed. He gently moved his hand and held the small black stick again. Then he shook his hand slightly. Sure enough, just like before, green juice began to overflow from the tail of the stick.
"Interesting." Han Sanqian murmured with a smile. The current situation not only proved the previous speculation before the magic dragon said that this green juice can indeed help the little black stick recover. At the same time, it also basically matched the last paragraph of the magic dragon,
My own conjecture about this.
"If there hadn't been that last paragraph, looking at the situation of the little black stick now, I would definitely believe that this green juice can promote its recovery, but..." Han Sanqian thought silently in his heart: "But, that's right.
Because of those words, I should have a new understanding of you."
"Even those green juices."
He grabbed the little black stick and flicked it hard, shaking off all the green juice seeping out of the surface. Almost after Han Sanqian finished doing this, the little black stick just like before, directly and again
Once it turned into an extremely ordinary stick, motionless.
Han Sanqian didn't have the slightest panic as before, but instead showed an extremely confident smile on his face.
"Now, this should be the most important step." Han Sanqian picked up the small black stick in his hand and glanced at it. Then, with a slight movement, he took out a small dagger from the storage ring and held it in his hand.
.
"Although my method is a bit despicable, just be despicable." After Han Sanqian finished speaking, he gently raised the dagger in his hand.
Immediately afterwards, the dagger was lightly slashed on his arm. In a moment, a cut was made, and Han Sanqian's blood slowly flowed out from the cut.
"Either my guess is right, or you may be harmed by me, give it a try." After saying this, Han Sanqian directly pointed the blood from the wound at the little black stick, letting the blood drip gently on it.
