Han Sanqian mobilized almost all his energy this time.
White light, jade light, golden light, black light, all kinds of colors.
The qi of the body, the qi of chaos, and the qi of demons are all one.
Suddenly, Han Sanqian became like a god descending to earth, or like a demon descending into the world.
The power of yin and yang filled his body, so that Han Sanqian's left side was white, his right side was dark, his head was gold, and his feet were black.
"Damn it, Han Sanqian..."
"Heaven and earth are above, listen to my orders, Youhuang, the magic power of Wuxiang!"
The Youhuang in the left hand can conquer the world, and the Wuxiang in the right hand can cover the rain.
Emperor Youhuang has determined his ten thousand powers, and his countless skills can be restored without any phase.
"Stop it all!"
With an angry shout, Han Sanqian used the power of his left hand to activate Youhuang and stretched out a huge barrier directly in front of him, resisting the various spells of the most ferocious attacking masters.
The power of his right hand activates the Wuxiang Divine Skill, which directly absorbs all the attacks from the soldiers on the right, which are more numerous, and then copies them.
"This Han Sanqian can actually block so many attacks by himself until now?"
"Isn't this fucking bullshit?"
"Shit, is he kidding? What about singing and acting?"
Everyone was so shocked that they started talking nonsense, even Ming Yu couldn't help but open his mouth.
Han Sanqian...
What does this guy mean?
How did he play?
Those of them who looked at it like this, let alone those who fought with Han Sanqian on the battlefield.
They were simply stunned and their scalps were numb.
Didn't we agree that Han Sanqian was already at the end of his strength?
Didn’t we say that Han Sanqian is about to die?
But does he look like he's dying now? It's so obvious that he just woke up.
Ming Yu also knew that the situation was not good, and pointed to Zhu Yanshuo with a look.
Suddenly, Zhu Yanshuo suddenly stood up and stood forward. He shouted angrily and said: "Everyone, hold on tight. Don't be afraid. This Han Sanqian has emptied his full body of real energy reserves. He looks powerful, but in fact he is just..."
Reflect on that."
As Zhu Yanshuo started talking, someone quickly picked up the conversation and said with a smile, "That's right. Han Sanqian blocks with his left hand and blocks with his right hand. He seems to be invincible. However, ask Han Sanqian,
We are going to attack next, what else can he do?"
"Yes, yes, some people seem to be very fierce, but in fact, hehe."
"Han Sanqian, I'm not fucking afraid of you. So what if you can resist? Can you attack? Haha."
"It's just that the tiger has been tied to death. I'm afraid he will do anything. Brothers, he can't free his hands at all. We can kill him with just one move."
"Haha, my hands are not empty. Han Sanqian, are you planning to attack us with athlete's foot? If that's the case, then I have to wear a veil first. After all, I'm allergic to athlete's foot."
As soon as he finished speaking, everyone burst out laughing.
Only Ming Yu stared at Han Sanqian closely.
Of course, if you include other people.
At the very back of the city main hall, in the corners on both sides, there is another person.
Fumei and Zhu Yaner.
As if they had made an appointment in advance, the two women went all the way from the back to the front hall to watch secretly, even though neither of them had given permission.
The emotions of the two of them were as complex as that day.
They don't know how to express what they are thinking because it is strange and indescribable.
At this time, Han Sanqian, as they said, did have his hands full. However, facing the ruthless ridicule of this group of people, there was no trace of anger on Han Sanqian's face.
On the contrary, he was smiling slightly, and in that smile, there was a trace of contempt and a trace of disdain.
There was even a trace of silence.
This kind of speechlessness is not the kind of speechlessness, but the kind of speechlessness that comes from being a person in a superior position and watching a group of clowns jumping up and down without realizing it.
It's as if you are watching a fool who wants to teach you this and that in your profession.
Ridiculous, ridiculous to the extreme.
"Do you really think I can't attack?" Han Sanqian smiled slightly and shook his head helplessly: "I warned you that I won't make it difficult for you if you are willing to leave. It's a pity that you don't cherish the opportunity."
After saying this, Han Sanqian smiled coldly: "Now, sing a funeral song for yourselves."
