After the words fell, Han Sanqian directly activated Youhuang.

Afterwards, Wuxiang's magic skill in his right hand moved greatly.

You Huang took the lead, instantly resisting the enemy's various methods, while the Wuxiang Divine Art began to slowly absorb.

There is an advantage to doing so.

Although the Wuxiang Divine Art can fight tit for tat, the problem is that it has a level and an upper limit. Once the enemy's attack exceeds the range, it will be broken by someone, and it will not exert any effect at all.

But because Emperor You can resist all attacks indiscriminately and stop them, then... it's different.

The phaseless god can swallow as much as it can, as long as it reaches the limit value, and the rest can just stay in Youhuang's resistance and wait to be dealt with.

In this way, after Emperor You resisted all the extra attacks and moved them away, a full-energy phaseless magic skill was sent out.

While defending, it can also attack the opposite side, hitting them all over the water.

Simply perfect!

Thinking of this, Han Sanqian with a slight sneer has directly resisted the thousands of methods from the opponent, and next, it will bloom everywhere...

one second...

two seconds...

Ten seconds...

"Let me go!"

There was a sudden flash of light in mid-air, and after that, all kinds of methods rained down!

Have you ever seen fireworks?

From rising to the full sky, and then falling from the full sky to the ground, the kind that exploded a sky full of stars...

At this moment, at this moment, the crowds of black-clothed men on the ground, reaping the consequences of themselves, were completely split apart amidst the rumbling sound.

"It may not be others who defeat you, but yourself."

Han Sanqian smiled wryly. He used to think it was just a self-warning statement, but looking back now, he felt that sometimes it might be a picture.

At least, such a picture is being staged now.

The neat black-clothed crowd suddenly lost their rhythm.

"Han Sanqian, fuck you."

The special envoy's back molars were about to be crushed. It wasn't long before the strange beast dispersed, and the troops had just assembled and beat them a few times, and they were beaten in a mess.

Anyway, there are more than 100,000 front-line attacking troops. This is nothing more than enough deterrence. Instead, they are scattered by the enemy one after another. Who the hell can bear it.

"Hit, hit, hit, hit me."

It was hard to get off the tiger, and the special envoy shouted anxiously.

Under his urging, the troops reluctantly regrouped and launched a new attack.

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