"As time goes by, if Fowei Tianlong can't hit Han Sanqian, he will only be stabbed by Han Sanqian!" The old monk nodded, not denying Ming Yu's opinion at all.

"Looking at you, you don't seem to be in a hurry? This is the method you exchanged for your lifespan and scourge, and you just watched it broken by Han Sanqian?" Ming Yu asked in confusion.

"It's luck when the time comes, and when it comes, what's more, everything in the world is born and restrained. Even if I have the invincible shield, I can't help but he has the strongest spear. Therefore, success or failure is the same. The number of hits." The old monk replied softly.

"At this time, you are still in the mood to talk to me about these things. It seems that you still have a backhand." Ming Yu chuckled disdainfully.

Hearing this, the old monk smiled lightly, and after a while, he murmured: "People will eventually pay the price for their frivolity. Master Ming, why don't you just watch a play."

"I also want to watch a play, but I'm afraid you won't be like your apprentices, just run away in panic." Ming Yu sneered coldly.

Hearing this, the old monk's face suddenly became a little ugly, but he soon recovered his smile: "Then let's wait and see."

"The thirty-sixth sword, falling rain and floating flowers!"

"Forty-fourth sword, burning dragon and burning phoenix!"

"Fifty-first sword, the sword breaks the sky!"

Swipe!

But in the middle of the sky at this time, compared to the soft chatting and laughing between the old monk and Ming Yu, Han Sanqian and Fowei Tianlong were fighting extremely fiercely, with flames shining everywhere.

Han Sanqian was even more excited at this moment.

From Gui Yuanzi to himself until now, this is the first time he has used the so-called seventy-two swords, but once he used it, he was completely overwhelmed by this magical sword technique.

This sword technique is really so exquisite that there is nothing to say, and it can be seen from it that this magical skill that has been with Gui Yuanzi for almost his whole life can be accompanied by it for so long.

"Ho ho ho ho!"

Over there, Fowei Tianlong let out an extremely angry roar.

Han Sanqian is like a fly, constantly sticking to his body and retreating. If he doesn't make a move, Tianlong feels uncomfortable all over his body, but if he makes a move, he misses it every time, which makes Fowei Tianlong feel uncomfortable. It's irritating.

But what can it do other than vent its dissatisfaction and anger with its voice?

With the fall of the fifty-first sword, the golden-red mighty body of the entire Fowei Tianlong was already covered with wounds at this time, and the golden blood was scattered all over the dragon scale, which can only be described as horrible!

"Do you know? There is a legend in our hometown that there is a kind of insect called an earthworm that will turn into a snake after a catastrophe, and a snake will turn into a python, and then turn into an oolong, and finally it can turn into a dragon!"

"However, in my eyes, even if a dragon is a dragon, sometimes it's just a worm!" Han Sanqian smiled evilly, and the jade sword in his hand was faintly shining.

Fifty-two styles!

"Roar!" Seemingly understanding Han Sanqian's ridicule, Fowei Tianlong roared angrily, and was extremely majestic.

Han Sanqian just smiled coldly, and in the next second, his figure transformed again, his sword and man merged into one, and flew directly towards Fowei Tianlong.

"Pfft!"

Almost before Fowei Tianlong could react, he only heard the sound of his flesh being separated.

Even if the center of the dragon's body was protected by extremely strong dragon scales, it still couldn't withstand Han Sanqian's volleying sword.

"Roar!" Fowei Tianlong let out a roar of great pain, and the whole body of the dragon was entangled and shaking like an earthworm, in extreme pain.

"Little earthworm!" Standing tens of meters behind the dragon, Han Sanqian laughed coldly without even turning his head. JrNovels.com