Looking at the surrounding mountains and forests, most of the monks, who were originally crowded and powerful, were screaming and burning in the ground fire at this time, or those who were struck by the thunder dragon who wanted to escape were scorched and tender. At that time, Han Sanqian was in high spirits.

From an absolute disadvantage to an absolute advantage in an instant, this ability is obviously not something that everyone can do.

Perhaps, even if the true god wants such a Jedi counterattack, it may be a kind of doubt. Han Sanqian can do it, so naturally he should have his pride.

"Sword, there are still twenty styles, can you still carry it?" Han Sanqian said coldly with disdain.

Even though it took a total of fifty-two moves before, it is obvious that the power of the sword has only really begun to show, and the further down the attack will be, the more ferocious it will be.

At this time, the Fowei Tianlong was no more than a skinny camel, with a bloody body, humming angrily.

"The two moves will take care of you." Han Sanqian smiled coldly, grabbed the jade sword fiercely, and struck again...

As soon as the voice fell, Han Sanqian's body instantly turned into a ray of light, and he went straight to Fowei Tianlong in an instant.

Fifty-three styles!

Fifty-four styles!

Dual-style swordsmanship is invincible.

"Roar!"

Fowei Tianlong suddenly shouted angrily, and being provoked, the dragon's body shook and rushed straight to Han Sanqian!

"Stupid, do you think I'll fight you head-on again?" He smiled disdainfully.

In the next second, Han Sanqian shrank suddenly, his body was like a blind spot, and he completely fought against the Buddha's mighty golden dragon.

However, as Han Sanqian said, Han Sanqian didn't give Tianlong any chance to fight head-on, and the seventy-two swords came and went freely and shuttled continuously.

Pooh!

Pooh!

I only heard the sound of flesh being torn from above the air!

The disciples of Gao Xiu who hadn't escaped around the valley all sat down to resist the burning of the earth's karma, but at this moment they could only feel the mottled golden red blood falling from the sky like rain.

"Fowei Tianlong can't stand it anymore!"

In almost everyone's heart, they were so shocked to know this situation. Some people couldn't stabilize and subconsciously wanted to escape, but the Nine Heavens Thunder Dragon in the sky had long been waiting for this opportunity, and they went down together to fight Those low-cultivation disciples who fled in all directions before will end up as disciples.

With the inside scorched and the outside tender, it only takes a slight wind to blow, and the body will turn into black residue, which will be wiped out in an instant.

Seeing this, many people were shocked and broke out in cold sweat.

If they don't leave, Fowei Tianlong can't stand it, which means that once Han Sanqian withdraws, they will die without a place to bury them, and Han Sanqian will definitely not let them go.

But he can go, but he will be stared at by the Nine Heavens Thunder Dragon above the sky, and will be smashed into ashes and smoke.

All of a sudden, a group of monks stood still and were about to explode.

Only the old monk was calm and composed at this time, the faint halo on his body protected him from being burned by the fire of the earth, but the high temperature and the absorption of spiritual energy by the fire of the earth also made him sweat all over.

But he wasn't worried, even a sneer twitched at the corner of his mouth.

"The last move of the fifty-fourth style!" JrNovels.com