"Yes!"
Although the Buddha Mighty Heavenly Dragon was incomparably domineering, it was difficult for any power to match it head-on.
However, Han Qianqian's 72 divine swords hit the very core of the Buddha Mighty Heavenly Dragon's lifeblood.
It was like a huge, hard man meeting a piece of cotton, no matter how powerful you were, you could even kill it with a single punch. But the core of the problem was that you had to hit the punch first.
Han Qianqian was like a band of cloth in the wind, wrapped around the dragon's body, no matter how much the dragon twisted its head and bent its tail, but it could never touch it.
"As time passes, if the Buddha Power Heavenly Dragon can't hit Han Qianqian, it will only be stabbed all over by Han Qianqian!" The old monk nodded, not denying this view of Hei Yu in the slightest.
"Looking at you, you don't seem to be in a hurry? This is the Dharma that you traded your life span and heavenly wrath for, and you are just going to watch it being broken by Han Qianqian?" Hei Yu said in disbelief.
"Time comes with luck, and luck comes with time, not to mention that all things in heaven and earth are by nature born from each other, and even if I have an invincible shield, I can't help that he has the strongest spear, so success and failure are both destiny." The old monk whispered back.
"At this time you are still in the mood to chant this to me, it seems that you still have a backhand." Hei Yu laughed lightly in disdain.
The old monk smiled softly at his words, and only after a moment did he murmur, "People, eventually, will pay the price for their frivolity. Master Meditation, why not just watch the show?"
"I want to watch the show too, but I'm just afraid that you won't be like your disciples and run away in a panic." Hei Yu said in a cold and mocking voice.
Hearing these words, the old monk's face suddenly took on an ugly look, but the smile soon returned, "Then we'll see."
"Thirty-sixth Sword, Falling Rain and Floating Flowers!"
"Forty-fourth Sword, Burning Dragon, Burning Phoenix!"
"Fifty-first Sword, Sword Breaking the Dome of the Sky!"
Brush brush brush!
At this moment, in mid-air, compared to the light laughter between the old monk and Hei Yu, Han Qianqian and Buddha Wei Tianlong were fighting fiercely, with flames flying everywhere.
Han Qianqian was in an incomparably excited mood.
This was the first time he had used the so-called 72 divine swords since they had been handed down to him by Gui Yuan Zi, but as soon as he used them, he was completely overwhelmed by this magical sword technique.
This sword technique was indeed so exquisite that it was beyond words, and it was even more evident from it that this divine technique, which had followed Gui Yuan Zi for almost his entire life, had been able to accompany him for such a long time on what basis.
"Roar roar roar!"
Over there, the Buddha Mighty Heavenly Dragon let out an incomparably angry and chaotic roar.
Han Qianqian was like a fly, constantly sticking to his body and retreating. If he didn't make a move, the fly would make the dragon feel uncomfortable, but if he did make a move, he would miss every time.
But what else could it do but use its voice to vent its displeasure and anger?
As the fifty-first sword fell, the entire golden-red and majestic body of the Buddha Mighty Heavenly Dragon was now covered in wounds and golden blood was scattered all over its scales, which could only be described as unbearable!
"You know what? In our hometown, there is a legend that a worm called earthworm will turn into a snake after a calamity, and a snake will turn into a python after a calamity, and a mang will turn into an oolong before it can finally turn into a dragon!"
"However, in my eyes, even if a dragon is a dragon, sometimes it is still just a worm!" Han Qianqian gently smiled evilly as the jade sword in his hand faintly glowed.
Fifty-two stances!
"Roar!" Seeming to understand Han Qianqian's mockery, the Buddha Mighty Heavenly Dragon roared in anger, its breath spreading for miles, and its majesty was immense.
Han Qianqian merely laughed coldly, and in the next second, his body transformed again, his human sword uniting as he flew directly towards Buddha Wei Tianlong.
"Pfft!"
Almost before the Buddha Wei Heavenly Dragon could reflect, all that could be heard was a sound of flesh being separated.
The entire centre of the dragon's body, even though protected by the incomparably strong dragon scales, was still unable to withstand Han Qianqian's overhead sword.
"Roar!" The Buddha Wei Heavenly Dragon let out a roar of great pain, and its entire body was tangled and shaking like an earthworm, in extreme pain.
"Little earthworm!" Han Qianqian's figure stood tens of meters behind the dragon, not even turning his head back, coldly and mockingly.
Looking at the surrounding mountains, most of the monks, who had been outnumbered, were screaming in the fire, or the lightning of the thunder dragon had scorched those who tried to escape.
From absolute disadvantage to absolute advantage in an instant, this kind of skill is obviously not something that anyone can do.
Perhaps, even a True God wanting such a Jedi counterattack might be a doubtful style, Han Qianqian could do it, so naturally he should have his pride.
"Sword, there are still twenty more stances, can you still carry it?" Han Qianqian said coldly with disdain.
Even though the entire fifty-two stances had been spent earlier, it was clear that the might of the sword was only really beginning to emerge, and the further down the line the more ferocious the attack would surely be.
And at this point, Buddha Wei Tian Long had long since been nothing more than a thin, dead camel with a bloodied body, whimpering in anger.
"Two stances to finish you off." Han Qianqian smiled coldly as his jade sword fiercely gripped and attacked again ......