This sentence is absolutely true. At this time, when Han Sanqian's breakout was declared a failure, his defense was completely destroyed by the black wind, and his attack was completely stalled due to obstruction.
Internal worries lead to external troubles.
Under such a double major blow, relying solely on Han Sanqian's tenacious will was obviously just a dream. The wind in the black pillar was far stronger than Han Sanqian thought, even thousands of times stronger.
With his personal ability, at least for now, he really cannot achieve complete offensive and defensive strength. Naturally, he does not have the ability or method to challenge this extremely powerful black pillar.
He reluctantly shrunk his body, the golden and black energy on his body was making a final struggle, and the five-shaped sacred stone was doing its best to repair his body. Although, compared with the scars, the repair was only a mere
A drop in the bucket.
Are you going to die?
Han Sanqian's consciousness began to fade, his energy was shrinking, and even his pupils began to dilate.
Everything seems to be coming to a conclusion.
The wind seems to have lightened up.
Perhaps it senses that the person it attacks has begun to die, and it no longer becomes so arrogant and bloodthirsty, and it is no longer so arrogant and domineering, like the song of death that the God of Death sings softly after wielding the scythe.
Seeing that the black pillar began to weaken, Ye Shijun's eyes revealed confidence and a kind of excitement that could not be described in words.
New hatred and old hatred, personal hatred and father's hatred, as well as all kinds of envy and jealousy, converge at this moment, and then dissipate with Han Sanqian's imminent death.
He finally got his revenge, and he could finally step on Han Sanqian's body and announce to the world that the old king was dead and a new king would be established.
"Han Sanqian, I want you to remember that my name is Ye Shijun!"
Roaring furiously, almost all the emotions were merged into this violent roar.
He is venting and telling the world that he, Ye Shijun, is the real supreme king.
"Ye... Mr. Ye won!"
On the ground, Zhu Yanshuo was the first to react. He made a fist with his right hand and raised his arms.
The great revenge for breaking into the city lord's palace was avenged. The most important thing is that once Han Sanqian dies, the fact that his sister and her friend changed their faces will be officially buried in the dust of history.
From this moment on, her sister has truly officially entered a new life.
"Beautiful!" Futian was equally excited.
To him, Han Sanqian was a being that undermined his authority, a being that could challenge his position as the head of the Fujia family, and a being that caused his Fujia family to decline from a high place to the current state.
He wished that Han Sanqian would be chopped into pieces by a thousand knives, so that he could satisfy the frustration in his heart.
If it hadn't been for the appearance of this fool, how could Su Yingxia not listen to Fujia's advice and follow his arrangements? And if it hadn't been for Su Yingxia's rebellion, how could his Fujia have ended up like this?
This boy has always been against himself, and today he will die at the hands of others, so how can he not feel relieved?!
The four masters were also excited. After all, after two battles with Han Sanqian, their originally high prestige had almost fallen to the bottom.
Getting rid of a major scourge is naturally a good thing for them.
Only Zhu Yan'er in the field was slightly stunned at first. It seemed that it was difficult to accept the situation that Han Sanqian had been defeated. After all, in Zhu Yan'er's heart, there was hatred for Han Sanqian, but the root of the hatred came from her love.
.
But just like this, the person he liked for the first time, who was still such a powerful person, now dies in front of him. How can he not make people feel shocked and regretful?
But this emotion only lasted less than a moment.
What came next was Zhu Yaner looking up at Ye Shijun in the sky, full of loving expectations and likes.
Yes, Han Sanqian's defeat is certainly hard to accept, but on the other hand, just because it is so hard to accept, it just reflects how capable Ye Shijun is.
He can do things that others cannot do, and he can defeat the gods descended from heaven who slaughtered Moyun Ghost City. Doesn't this mean that Ye Shijun's ability is stronger than that of Han Sanqian?
And for such a man, he happens to be the one who likes me. Isn’t this something worth being happy about?!
Thinking of this, Zhu Yaner's eyes looked at Ye Shijun, even more filled with love.
But, is Han Sanqian really dead again? Or, in other words, was he completely defeated?
In the dark wind, Han Sanqian's fingers suddenly moved...
