"Han Qianqian, see? Who is the true owner of the Pan Gu Axe, with your mediocrity, I'm afraid the Pan Gu Axe can only be used for chopping wood."
It can only be used for chopping wood?
It was just one sentence, but it kept reverberating in Han Qianqian's heart at this moment.
Yes, Han Qianqian had the King of All Weapons in his hand, but he had never brought its true power into play, so it was not too much to say that it was a waste.
It was not that it was not strong enough, but that he was not capable enough.
The strong guilt even made Han Qianqian feel a little inferior at this moment!
"No!" Suddenly, Han Qianqian's eyes gaped, "What exactly have you done to Xiaotao!"
The only way to break the Pan Gu Axe, the key to the core of it, lay in Xiao Tao, the last heir of Pan Gu. Han Qianqian was absolutely sure that Xiaotao was not the kind of person who would tell these demon monks the method of the Pan Gu Axe!
So, she must have been forced to do so!
But what could possibly make a titular Pan Gu heir reveal these secrets? The Pan Gu clan had been exterminated twice, but they had always kept their mouths shut, and were even willing to suffer the pain of having their souls refined rather than tell anyone else their secrets.
As the only heir of Pangu, even if she had her memory wiped, Han Qianqian believed that the Pangu bloodline would never let her betray the family's secrets at will.
She would definitely be the same as her patriarch, fearless of life and death for the sake of secrets!
But this was precisely the reason why Han Qianqian was now annoyed; what would a person who was even fearless of life and death do to reveal a secret!
Could it be that it was inhuman torture?
It must be!
Thinking of this, the nameless fire in Han Qianqian's eyes burned wildly.
He had always regarded Xiaotao as his own sister, and she had told him how to use the Pan Gu Axe at a time of crisis, and now she was being tortured, how could Han Qianqian not be angry?
Thinking of what had almost happened to Shiyu and Fuli outside the city, Han Qianqian's anger erupted like a volcano.
Looking at the old monk's grim smile, Han Qianqian didn't even wait for his sword to fall to fetch it, but directly swung his fist and rushed forward.
"Old thief, I will take your dog's life!"
The fist flared, the force rose!
It struck in an instant!
The air was directly torn and set alight from the friction as Han Qianqian's fist charged straight up with a blazing fire.
Seeing that Han Qianqian was actually using his physical body to attack, the old monk laughed coldly, "You really are a fisherman's spring, do you think that I'm afraid of you just because of these broken fists of yours?"
"Let's see if your fists are stronger or my Pan Gu Axe is sharper." With a cold voice, the axe head turned again and aimed at Han Qianqian in the air.
Axe against fist!
But what dazzled the old monk was that as he chopped down the axe, Han Qianqian would have avoided it, as he had done when he used his sword.
The old monk was indeed unable to crack the 72 divine swords, his cultivation level was always inferior there.
But the previous attack with the Pan Gu Axe had forced Han Qianqian to turn his attack into a retreat, so it was only logical that he would not be able to avoid Han Qianqian's more direct physical combat with the Pan Gu Axe.
But Han Qianqian didn't!
"What?!"
"Crazy, are you crazy!!!" The old monk cursed angrily.
But at this moment, Han Qianqian clearly did not hear him, and there was even a hint of blood red in his eyes, and black Qi was even released from his body.
The Devil Dragon's Blood exploded away once again!!!
"Damn it!" The old monk roared in anger, his hands could not help but increase the strength, bound to cut him down with one axe!
The trash feared the experts, the experts feared the crossed ones, the crossed ones feared the desperate ones, and this had been the case throughout the ages. Faced with Han Qianqian's lunatic attack, the old monk also opened up his strength.
But as the distance between them grew, he became a bit furious in his heart.
There was no doubt that he could kill Han Qianqian with this axe. But at the same time, Han Qianqian's fist would most likely hit himself as well. Han Qianqian would definitely die, but could he himself take this punch?
He didn't know, he wasn't sure!
But thinking that it was impossible, but looking at Han Qianqian's desperate stance, he had some self-doubt! If he wasn't sure he could hit himself, why would he attack himself like that?!
So, could it be that on the surface it looked like a punch, but in reality this kid had some kind of secret move?
Thinking of this, the old monk became even more panicked, and at the same time, he was even more sure of his suspicions!
But the more certain he was, the more panicked he became, and in this deadly cycle, which had already been repeated several times in just a few seconds, his inner courage turned into cowardice.
In the end, the old monk took a slight step back, trying to give himself some more room to prepare for Han Sanchi's ten million and one underhanded moves, but at the same time his attack momentarily weakened considerably.
Han Sanqian's gaze was like fire, still fighting and moving forward without the slightest fear!
"What!"
Next to him, Hei Yu dodged the attack of the Heavenly Fire Moon Wheel with a single move, and looked at Han Qianqian's desperate rush towards the old monk, who had a huge axe hanging in the air above his head!
"Han Qianqian, don't you want to die?"