Vol 2 Chapter 7317: The second sword of Han Sanjian

The second sword of Han Sanjian
Tomb Wolf's actions finally made the envoys present noticed Xuelang standing beside Yu Daosheng.
If you can't wake up after seeing the Tomb Wolf recovering his injuries and saying thank you, then he is a complete idiot.
On the side, the Lord of Fengcheng patted his head.
"I just said why this tomb wolf is so difficult to handle, it turns out that there is a helper."
"Originally, I thought it was the Tomb Wolf's attack method, but now it seems that the Snow Wolf is helping from behind."
"Tsk tsk, if you want to deal with the two of them, it will be difficult. I don't know if Han Sanjian can do it."
The divine envoy Gotham Jin on the side was puzzled again.
"What's so difficult about this? As long as Han Sanjian strikes the Xuelang behind him, I don't believe Tomb Wolf won't rescue him."
Hearing that the Lord of the Windy City was shocked by the brain circuit of God Envoy Gotham Jin.
"No, you are so sure that the wolf in the back has no fighting power? If nothing else, it is more convenient for him to use the method he used to help the tomb wolf avoid the blade?"
The divine envoy Gotham Jin was also stunned for a moment, and then patted his head.
"This brain is getting worse and worse."
Listening to the city master Feng suddenly turned his head and looked at the gods who were present.
Because he discovered that the focus of these divine envoys was not on Tomb Wolf and Han Sanjian, but on Snow Wolf.
"What are you looking at?"
An envoy made a hissing gesture, not willing to look away at all.
Hearing that Feng Chengzhu was a little surprised, he looked up and saw that the snow-covered area around Xuelang was wider.
As the appearance of the snow wolf gradually faded, like a lotus flower blooming, a beautiful woman appeared in front of everyone. She stretched out her long fingers and pointed at Han Sanjian from a distance.
The wind and snow were blowing from the sky.
The speed of Feng Xue is not very fast. In the eyes of practitioners, this speed is extremely slow.
"Hide away!"
Hearing that City Master Feng saw that Han Sanjian did not respond, he quickly shouted.
"Hide!"
This Snow Wolf's method is too strange, and this move, which is only used to transform into a human form, is obviously not to be underestimated.
But at this moment, Han Sanjian, who was on the cusp of the storm, felt a bit of bitterness in his heart.
Of course he knew how to dodge, this move was not easy to resist.
But he knew even more that he had been locked into the breath by Xuelang, and he would not stop until this move came to him.
Such a strange trick made Han Sanjian's heart sink slightly.
"Where the did this monster come from?"
At this moment, Han Sanjian suddenly felt a sense of loss in his heart.
At the beginning, he clearly had the opportunity to join the Temple of the Lord of Light, but he did not go. Now it seems that he has missed a huge opportunity.
Take this tomb wolf for example, a beast, a demon cultivator, can find such an opportunity in the Temple of the Lord of Light. If he had entered it, he might have broken the shackles of the third sword now, and came to the third The realm of the four swords.
The thought dissipated in an instant, and Han Sanjian raised his head. This time, his blade moved very slowly, as if an old man in his seventies and eighties was using his last strength to wave the blade in his hand.
The blade is slow. As the blade moves a little bit, a bluish-grey aura emerges from the blade. If everyone can get close to Han Sanjian like the Tomb Wolf, they can clearly feel the terrifying aura on the blade. .
That is the blade that engulfs all life.
Stepping back sharply, Tomb Wolf streaked several zigzag lines in the air, but it was still useless. He still didn't break free from Han Sanjian's lock, and his every move could not dodge this sword.
The tomb wolf suddenly became anxious.
"Damn, you can't beat it, can you?"
"What the is this trick, why do you lock me to such a dead end!"
Tomb Wolf was a little annoyed.
It was clearly stated that it was just for fun, so why did it start to be real?
If this really caused people's lives, he would not be able to explain it to the Lord of Light.
But the tomb wolf really has nothing to do now.
After a brief silence, he stopped and looked at the blade that he had not swung halfway until now, feeling helpless in his heart.
He opened his mouth and bit a fingernail and flicked it towards Han Sanjian. Not as he expected, everything that was close to Han Sanjian would be swallowed up by this strange breath, even dead things like nails.
It will also turn into powder and dissipate in this world.
The tomb wolf sighed and stood up. The shape of the wild wolf disappeared, replaced by a rickety weirdo.
Tomb Wolf opened his hands, and on his palms, a strange symbol appeared quietly.
"I hope this thing given by the master will be useful."
Before the time reached the evening, Tomb Wolf received something sent by Sai Lao, which was this symbol.
What to say, just let go of the hands and feet fight tonight.
Now that Han Sanjian is really serious, Tomb Wolf can only come up with this method.
As the symbol melted into his arm, a warm feeling hit, Tomb Wolf suddenly raised his head and looked at Han Sanjian with a strange expression.
Because when this symbol was integrated into his body, he could clearly feel that the terrifying aura around her had no effect on her suppression, and there was only a faint warmth.
"Don't worry, Han Sanjian told me about this. With this symbol, you won't be wiped out in his domain."
This is Sai Lao's original words at that time.
Now that Tomb Wolf has come up with this method, although it will not directly defeat Han Sanjian, it can also stand on his feet in his field.
Without waiting for Tomb Wolf to prepare more, this slow sword finally swung to completion.
"Second sword, slow sword."
As the blade swung, at the very top of the blade, those breaths that had been stored for a long time suddenly rushed out.
And at this moment, countless brilliance flashed.
Just as the breath rushed out, the flying snow arrived in an instant.
In the sky, countless snowflakes were formed out of thin air, and disappeared quietly in the gray atmosphere of the sky.
Annihilation and vitality have launched a competition in this world.
Time just passed by in this waiting.
All looked at the sky for this long battle.
Just like the name of Han Sanjian's sword, slow, all the confrontations and battles have fallen into a long time, as if time does not exist here, and the things here are swallowed up little by little.
This process is extremely long, as if it will never end.
And everyone present did not dare to be negligent at all.
Because the outcome of such a battle is a matter of an instant, the confrontation between the two forces, from a disadvantage to a complete defeat, is only a blink of an eye.
The divine envoy Gotham Jin looked at the confrontation in the sky, and his heart was actually a little in awe.
That is respect for the strong in this world.
Those who stand above the ordinary strong are absolutely strong.