Han 3,000!!!
Hei Yu stopped in his tracks and used his energy in his hands, the circle of water gathered in his fingers, ready to be ready to strike!
Facing Han Qianqian, a great enemy, Hei Yu simply did not dare to underestimate.
"You really are a shadowy soul." The old monk also stopped himself and looked at Han Qianqian's back, coldly drinking in a dissatisfied voice.
Han Qianqian gently turned around, his face cold, holding his jade sword, disdainfully sizing up Hei Yu and the old monk: "Buddhist disciples preach that the heart moves with the Buddha, so naturally everything is empty, when did it become a dog jumping to the wall?"
Faced with Han Qianqian's cold mockery, the old monk was furious: "Han Qianqian, don't be reckless, do you really think that you have won by breaking my Buddha Child?"
Han Qianqian smiled, "It doesn't matter whether I win or not, what matters is that I want to get back what is rightfully mine."
The old monk's face turned cold and he shouted angrily, "You want to get back the Pan Gu Axe? That depends on whether you have the ability to do so."
"The Pan Gu Axe should have been mine, what is there to take back or not to take back? The first thing I want to get back is your dog's life!" With a wicked smile, Han Qianqian's figure was still in place, but his real figure had already lunged in front of the old monk!
With a flick of his jade sword, the 72 divine swords fiercely stabbed at him.
The old monk was stunned, and in a panic, he slapped the middle-aged monk holding himself over to block the sword, while his own hand withdrew violently, and the Axe of Pan Gu came out at once.
Poof!
Insufficient preparation, coupled with the huge disparity in cultivation, arrogance and at this point appears extremely pitiful middle-aged monk Bu fool, almost only open wide eyes this a reflection of time, the next second, has been jade sword over, a sword head fall.
With wide and frightened eyes, he fell to the ground reluctantly and then rolled away with the momentum of the mountainside.
With a loud thud, the remaining body of the cloth fool also fell to the ground.
One always has to pay the price for one's arrogance, and Bu Idiot had been arrogant for almost half of his life, but could never have imagined that the first blow to the face he faced would be a blow to even his head.
But almost at that moment, an axe fell from the sky, while several circles of water burst up around Han Qianqian.
Han Qianqian frowned, his body transformed and urged the 72 divine swords, his body dodged the Pan Gu axe and his jade sword crossed to block the sudden killing of the underworld rain.
Immediately afterwards, his body retreated, completely disrupting the two men's attack.
Although he was not afraid of the old monk, the sharpness of the Pan Gu Axe was in no way doubted by Han Sa Qian, and with the ability of Hades Rain, Han Qian Qian naturally needed to be cautious.
The old monk's heart was instantly re-energised as he repelled Han Sanchiang with a single blow.
Hei Yu, on the other hand, looked as grave as if he was facing a great enemy!
"Han Qianqian, how is it?" The old monk said in a cold voice.
"Even if you break my great formation, what can you do?"
"I have the Pan Gu Axe in my hand, can you block it hard?"
Arrogant, arrogant!
At this moment, the old monk performed this gesture to the fullest.
Han Qianqian would not laugh at him, he did have the capital to be arrogant, with the might of the Pan Gu Axe, even if it did not turn into the colour of bronze in his hands, the thin camel was still bigger than the horse, its sharpness, naturally, could not be underestimated!
However, would Han Qianqian worry about this?
Others would, but not him.
As soon as he urged his energy, the Pan Gu mark between his eyebrows instantly appeared, and the Pan Gu Axe in the old monk's hand at that moment also seemed to be summoned and began to vibrate vaguely.
"Although the Pan Gu Axe is fierce, don't you know clearly, whose it is?" The corners of Han Qianqian's mouth twitched, and his energy directly opened to a large maximum.
Buzz buzz buzz!
At once, the Pan Gu Axe began to shake wildly, and the old monk immediately hurriedly made a strong effort to grab it with his hands, but even so, the Pan Gu Axe still dragged his body and moved towards Han Qianqian a little.
Han Qianqian only smiled and looked on, like the god of death staring.
The Pan Gu Axe was a divine weapon that Han Qianqian had claimed, even if it had been taken by others, so what?
In their hands, the Pan Gu Axe was nothing more than a sharp, giant axe.
The old monk's face was pale and he was inevitably a little panicked, using more strength in his hands, and the yellow earth beneath his feet was even pulled out of a deep gully by the pull of the Pan Gu Axe.
Closer, closer, closer and closer.
But just less than a metre away from Han Qianqian, a hideous evil smile suddenly appeared on the old monk's face, which was sweating coldly in a hurry.
"Han Qianqian, do you really think that the Pan Gu Axe is yours?"
Upon hearing these words, Han Qianqian frowned at once.
Before he knew what was going on, the old monk suddenly raised his right hand, biting through his index finger and making a strange gesture in the air towards the Pan Gu Axe.
A strange and incomparable seal appeared in the air, and in the next second, it was drilled into the Pan Gu Axe.
The Pan Gu Axe, which was originally unsealed in gold, suddenly took on a bronze colour after this seal entered it, and the echoes with Han Qianqian stopped.
Han Qianqian's face was instantly shocked, and in his haste, the old monk was already attacking with his axe!
How could this happen?
How could the old monk suddenly control the Pan Gu Axe when he and himself had already recognized the master?
More importantly, even Han Qianqian, the rightful owner, did not know how to use it, but the old monk on the other side ......