The most powerful master of the city

Chapter 320 How about being a hammer yourself?
After Ding Zhen and Chen Hao joined the battle, the pressure on Ouyang De and several other casual practitioners was relieved, and the situation was reversed step by step. The 50 opponents had already killed more than 20 people.

"If we continue, we will win!" Ouyang De stabbed out with his sword, one of the enemy's ears was cut off, and he screamed while covering his bloody cheek.

"I would also like to thank the two friends for joining!" A casual cultivator looked at Ding Zhen and the two gratefully.

"You're welcome, this is also a temper for us!" Chen Hao punched the person who was rushing forward, and laughed boldly.

"That's right!"

Ding Zhen's legs were like a battle ax, and he slashed down in the air. One of them tried to attack Chen Hao from behind, but he was smashed into the ground, and his life and death were unknown.

"It's so lively here, take me to play one!"

At this moment, a giant hammer fell from the sky like a meteorite.

boom!
Earth and rocks splashed, the ground trembled, and a short figure stood proudly on top of the giant hammer, smiling but not smiling.

"It's you!" Ouyang De was startled, "Where is Lao Zhu!"

The little man casually pointed to one side, and jokingly said: "The old stuff doesn't make me happy at all."

Ouyang De looked over, his pupils constricted suddenly, Zhu Gang fell into a pool of blood, one arm was smashed into a pulp, his broken body twitched slightly, his gradually dim eyes symbolized the rapidly passing vitality.

If not treated in time, he will die!

"Qinglian Sword Intent!"

Ouyang De's body was exhausted, and now he forcibly performed the strongest stunt, and couldn't help spitting out a mouthful of blood.

The green lotuses in the sky are in full bloom and hovering, and a pair of blue swords are condensed, and the sharp sword intent is surging.

"fall!"

Swords fell like rain, falling to the ground.

"Good come!"

Holding the iron chain on the giant hammer, the short man swung it up like a windmill, resisting most of the sword rain, only a few sharp swords pierced his tyrannical flesh, which was innocuous at all.

Immediately afterwards, he launched a counterattack, and the sledgehammer roared down with astonishing power.

Ouyang De was exhausted and unable to resist, so he could only keep dodging.

However, the short man's attack was as swift and violent as a storm, and he was finally smashed into the air by a hammer. How many bones were broken and almost lost all of his combat power.

The eyes of the remaining casual cultivators were all red, and they rushed forward angrily, but under the domineering hammer of the opponent, they either died or were seriously injured.

Now, all the pressure was basically concentrated on Chen Hao and the two of them.

More than [-] Tianmo Valley disciples, plus a powerful cadre-level figure, felt the huge pressure, "Let the storm...be more violent!"

The two men fought fiercely, what they wanted was this kind of life-and-death situation!

After several fights, the two slaughtered more than ten people, soaked in blood, but exhausted their physical strength. At this moment, they were already staggering, and they looked like they might fall to the ground at any time.

"Well, not bad, much more durable than that old man!"

The short man swung the sledgehammer, rolled up a turbulent air wave, and rushed towards the two excitedly.

"I'm here to help you!" Wan Changfeng stepped down and swooped down from the air, intending to relieve Ding Zhen and the two of them from the crisis.

Chi!
The sword light flashed!
Wan Changfeng's hairs all over his body exploded, and he instantly activated his whole body's true energy defense, and at the same time retreated violently.

"It's time to join the war, the weak perish and become nourishment."

Dressed in white clothes like snow and carrying a long silver sword, a handsome figure stepped on the void like a flat ground.

Ming Yu appeared in front of Wan Changfeng with an indifferent face, her calm gaze was unwavering, "I am the strong one, and I am here to end everything."

Wan Changfeng looked solemn, his right arm was trembling slightly, with scarlet blood dripping down.

fast!
Almost to the extreme!
Even if he defended and dodged for the first time, he was still cut by this sword.

He took a deep breath, a red light glowed on his body, and his aura climbed to the peak. To deal with this person, he must go all out.

"Come on then!"

And Ling Yu, after finishing Cheng Ziyan, was surrounded by six women, who were the six maids who carried the sedan chair for Ming Yu.

Their expressions are numb, their eyes are dull, like puppets.

"Go away!"

An elder of the Xuanxu Sect attacked them.

"Roar!"

The six women grinned their teeth at the same time, and their eyes showed a fierce look. Like wild animals, they erupted with a frightening aura and directly sent him flying.

"It's the Six Demon Puppets!"

Hu Dao showed surprise, "It turned out to be this kind of magic skill!"

The six women did not continue to chase, but rushed towards Ling Yu, with a hoarse roar from their throats, which made the scalp numb.

"Six Demon Puppets?" The shaken elder stood up holding his chest, and looked fearfully at the six women besieging Ling Yu.

"Use inhuman means to torture six women with special physiques to the point of collapse, and then use secret techniques to temper their bodies and reinstill their spirits." Hu Dao's voice was trembling, as if he felt a sense of the cruelty of this technique. anger.

"They will become the furnace of the master, constantly replenishing the master, and at the same time, they will also gain powerful power, especially when the six of them attack together, they will burst out with terrifying resentment, which can make people lose their minds."

"No wonder I had a feeling of palpitation just now... So, Mr. Ling is also in danger?"

"Mr. Ling's strength is terrifying, he can easily crush those six women, but in the face of the strong resentment born from day and night torture, no one can be safe!"

"Isn't this our chance?"

"That's right, so I'm thinking about countermeasures to deal with that resentment." Hu Dao closed his eyes and thought, frowning tightly, looking very troubled.

"Old Hu." A Xuanxu Sect elder patted him on the shoulder.

"Don't bother me!" Hu Dao said coldly.

"no……"

"Don't make noise!" Hu Dao interrupted him directly.

"Mr. Ling, he..."

"Don't bother me!" Hu Dao just had a flash of inspiration, and his thinking was disturbed.

"Those six women are dead!"

"Don't bother me...huh?" Hu Dao opened his eyes with a confused look on his face, "Already dead?"

"See for yourself." The elder pointed casually.

Hu Dao looked over, and found that Ling Yu was no longer where he was, and the six puppets were lying on the ground, lifeless.

Hu Dao: "..."

"Smash you!"

On the other side, the short man laughed wildly and fell from the sky. The giant hammer in his hand was pressed down, and the air was compressed and exploded, setting off a gust of wind.

At the same time, enemies were attacking from all directions. Ding Zhen and Chen Hao were panting back to back. They had exhausted their last bit of strength, and now it was difficult to even raise their arms.

boom!
The sound waves exploded, deafening.

The eardrums of those disciples were torn, blood flowed out, they cried out in pain, and stopped attacking Ding Zhen and the other two.

Ling Yu didn't know when he appeared, and he punched through the giant hammer, and the pupils of the short man holding the hammer's handle shrank, shocked.

"you……"

"Don't you like playing with hammers? How about being a hammer yourself?"

(End of this chapter)