Thousands of axes are like rain, and thousands of rains are like axes, and the black mass volleys down.
"Depend on!"
Someone yelled in frustration, and then, the ax fell to the ground.
boom!
The ground exploded like thousands of missiles landing on the ground.
Countless monsters on the ground also followed the explosion, and a big frying pan like a Manchu banquet came directly.
Fire, debris, and broken arms flew everywhere for a while.
The ground was shaking, the sky was bursting, and all the surrounding houses were destroyed and turned into powder.
At the same time, although the Ghost Lord who was at the core of the explosion carried a falling ax by himself, the rain of axes whizzing past him still brought an extremely powerful aura and wind that continued to blow around him.
.
The black air around him was constantly being blown, and his face became ferocious as a result.
But his heart, which was not blown away, was also ferocious at this time.
Because looking back, I saw that my neatly organized army was almost riddled with holes by the bomb at this time.
In fact, even the center of Moyun Ghost City was reduced to ruins.
He has seen too many super spells, including countless ones that destroyed the world.
This is the norm.
But those are just single-body techniques, so it is understandable to overpower them.
But what is Han Sanqian looking at right now? This is an overwhelming group attack spell.
Anyone who practices Taoism knows that although a group attack spell covers a large area, it consumes a lot of real energy, and its power will not be too great due to dispersion.
But Han Sanqian's move... was so outrageous that he knocked on the door, and even his mother came home.
It was a group attack technique, but the damage caused by the explosion was more fierce than many single targets I had seen.
What the hell is this?!
At almost the same time, a few hundred meters away from Han Sanqian and others, the convoy had already stopped. When they saw the rain of axes falling in the center of the city, not only the followers looked dumbfounded, but even the beads
The seventh princess inside the curtain also completely lost her manners. She stood up directly from the carriage, half-hunched over, and looked at the people in the field in disbelief.
"You...didn't you say...that he had already self-destructed his Nascent Soul? Then, who is that person?" She pointed at Han Sanqian and murmured.
If it were before, that person would definitely find an excuse to reply. After all, before saying this, he had already found an excuse for the demonic energy in his breath.
However, at this time, he had no energy to reply at all, and his eyes were fixed on Han Sanqian on the court.
He couldn't understand, he really couldn't do it right away.
How could the human boy in the distance in front of him be able to create such a huge movement, and how could he be able to resist an army of ten thousand people by himself for such a long time.
He thought a lot, but couldn't guess the reason, because he only thought a little less.
With his status, how could he guess about Han Sanqian?
But obviously, the shock that Han Sanqian brought to them was only the beginning.
Just as the explosion started at this end, the flying light sword transformed by the little black stick over there also successfully broke through from the other end and successfully escorted the pangolin and others across the ground. The little black stick also rushed back again.
If Han Sanqian's place was still a miserable hell before, then now, it is a howling prison of hell.
Cries, shouts, pain, stumps, broken arms, and even heads, with the addition of the Flying Light Sword, were like bubbles flying around for a while.
When Han's rain of thirty million axes just fell, he held a sword in his right hand and an ax in his left hand, and suddenly he was slashing wildly at the Ghost Lord.
His movement skills are unique and his speed is extremely fast. Not to mention the ghost master who challenged him, even the seventh princess who was fighting outside could not help but be dazzled by the sight. It was impossible to tell which figure of Han Sanqian was virtual and which figure was real.
But what is even more terrifying is the Ghost Lord at this time.
What others could only feel was Han Sanqian's speed and Han Sanqian's movement, but besides what Guizun felt, there was another thing that gave him a headache.
strength!
Even if Ghost Lord was given ten thousand guesses, he would never have expected that Han Sanqian, an extremely thin human being, possessed incredible power.
Every time he resisted, it was as if he was resisting the pressure of a huge mountain, and there was a faint pain in the tiger's mouth where he was holding the black magic weapon.
"Bang!"
Almost at the moment when he was stunned, Han Sanqian hit him in the chest with a kick. Before he could stabilize his body after taking several steps back, a long sword was placed at his throat at the same time...
