Ming Yu immediately stopped, using energy in his hands, water circles gathered on his fingers, ready to go at any time!
Facing the formidable enemy Han Sanqian, Ming Yu did not dare to underestimate him.
"You are really haunted." The old monk also stopped and looked at Han Sanqian's back, and shouted in a cold voice with dissatisfaction.
Han Sanqian turned around slightly, with a cold face and a jade sword in his hand, looking at Ming Yu and the old monk disdainfully: "Buddhist disciples pay attention to following the movement of the Buddha's heart, so naturally everything is in vain. When did it become a dog jumping over the wall?
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Facing Han Sanqian's cold taunt, the old monk was furious: "Han Sanqian, don't be so presumptuous. Do you really think that you will win if you destroy my Buddha boy?"
Han Sanqian curled his lips and smiled: "Winning or not is not important. What is important is that I want to get back what I deserve."
The old monk suddenly turned cold and shouted angrily: "You want to get the Pangu Ax back? That depends on whether you have the ability."
"The Pangu Ax should have been mine, what can't I take back? What I want to take back is your life first!" With an evil smile, Han Sanqian's figure was still where he was, but his real figure had already pounced on him.
In front of the old monk!
The jade sword was raised, and seventy-two divine swords suddenly stabbed at him.
The old monk was stunned. In panic, he slapped the middle-aged monk who was supporting him to block the sword. At the same time, he suddenly withdrew his hand, and Pangu's ax suddenly came out.
Poof!
Lack of preparation, coupled with the huge disparity in cultivation, the arrogant and pitiful middle-aged monk Bu Chi, almost only had time to reflect with his eyes wide open. In the next second, the jade sword had already passed by, and the sword tip
fall.
With his huge and frightened eyes open, he fell to the ground unwillingly, and then rolled away with the momentum of the hillside.
With a loud bang, Bu Chi's remaining body also fell to the ground.
People always have to pay the price for their arrogance. Bu Chi has been arrogant for almost half his life, but he never imagined that the first slap he faced would be a slap in the face, and he would even lose his head.
But almost at this moment, an ax fell from the sky, and at the same time, several water circles protruded around Han Sanqian.
Han Sanqian frowned, his body transformed, and he activated the seventy-two divine swords. He avoided Pangu's axe, and his jade sword blocked the sudden attack of Ming Yu.
Tightly, his body retreated, completely disrupting the attack of the two men.
Although he is not afraid of the old monk, Han Saqian has no doubt about the sharpness of Pangu's axe. Coupled with Mingyu's ability, Han Sanqian naturally needs to treat it with caution.
After defeating Han Sanqian with one blow, the old monk suddenly felt confident again.
Ming Yu's face was solemn, as if facing a formidable enemy!
"Han Sanqian, how are you?" the old monk said coldly.
"Even if you break my formation, what will happen?"
"I have the Pangu Ax in my hand, can you block it?"
Arrogant, arrogant!
At this time, the old monk performed this gesture vividly.
Han Sanqian will not laugh at him. He does have the arrogance. With the power of Pangu's ax, even if it does not turn into bronze in his hands, a skinny camel is still bigger than a horse. Its sharpness cannot be underestimated.
watch for!
However, will Han Sanqian be worried about this?
Others will, but he won't.
As soon as the energy was activated, the Pangu mark between the eyebrows suddenly appeared, and the Pangu ax in the old monk's hand seemed to be summoned and began to vibrate faintly.
"Although Pangu's ax is powerful, don't you know whose it belongs to?" Han Sanqian twitched the corner of his mouth and directly maximized the energy.
Buzz!
Suddenly, the Pangu Ax began to shake wildly, and the old monk hurriedly grabbed it with his hands, but even so, the Pangu Ax still dragged his body, moving towards Han Sanqian bit by bit.
Han Sanqian just looked at it with a faint smile, as if he was staring at death.
The Pangu Ax is an artifact that Han Sanqian has recognized as its owner. Even if it is taken away by others, so what?!
In their hands, the Pangu Ax was just a sharper giant axe.
The old monk's face was pale, and he was inevitably a little panicked. He used more force in his hands, and the loess he stepped on was even pulled out of a deep ravine by the Pangu ax.
Close, close, getting closer.
But less than one meter away from Han Sanqian, the old monk's face, which was breaking out in cold sweat, suddenly revealed a ferocious evil smile.
"Han Sanqian, do you really think that Pangu Ax belongs to you?"
Upon hearing this, Han Sanqian frowned for a moment.
Before he could figure out what was going on, the old monk suddenly raised his right hand, bit his index finger tightly, and made a strange gesture toward Pangu's ax in the air.
An extremely strange mark appeared in the sky, and the next second, it penetrated into Pangu's axe.
The Pangu Ax, which was originally unopened with golden light, suddenly showed a bronze color after this mark entered, and the response to Han Sanqian also stopped abruptly.
Han Sanqian suddenly looked shocked. In a hurry, the old monk had already attacked with an ax!
how so?!
Pangu Ax and himself have recognized themselves as masters, so how can the old monk suddenly take control?
What's more important is that even the real owner Han Sanqian doesn't know how to use it, but the old monk opposite him...
