Click!

The muffled thunder rolled, the electric snake broke through the sky, the strong wind blew, and the severe rain was like a waterfall.

In the heavy rain, Li Yuan walked and the fine rain flowed down the hat.

The heavy rain in late autumn was a little chill, but he couldn't feel it at all, and there seemed to be flames surging in his body.

Among the five palm control effects of the six-edge hammer, the hammer talent is as heavy as a hundred junctions and the breaking wind hammer, and the green copper hammer is also blessed with the breaking horizontal armor.

Therefore, before leaving the forging room, he had already mastered the third-level heavy hammer and replaced the relatively overlapping Bailian Breaking Weapon. While stepping, he was also feeling the blessing of the new master.

As he stepped, Li Yuan felt extremely happy.

Each weapon's control gave him a radical improvement like a complete transformation, especially this third-level heavy hammer.

His speed and strength were further improved, and his momentum seemed to be some of the wind and thunder.

Bang!

He fell down in one step, and the accumulated water splashed, and the powerful explosive power burst out instantly, like a waterfall and a heavy rain splashed by him.

One step, two steps, three steps...

Li Yuan ran faster and faster, and the nine palms were used to support him. Even without a hammer in his hand, his every move was greatly blessed.

Bang!

While running, his internal energy burst out, his feet were off the ground, and he rushed to forty meters away. The wind and rain shop felt a little painful.

Li Yuan was excited, but he also knew what his shortcomings were.

His body is not as good as Qin Xiong, who has achieved a small body-training skill in Qixing. He is probably not as good as the body-tempering warrior who has been fighting for decades. His internal strength is also very thin and he can't resist several explosions.

so……

In the heavy rain, Li Yuan had a clear understanding of himself and determined his fighting style.

Huh ~

Without opening the door, Li Yuan didn't exert much force at his feet. He had already turned back into the courtyard, took off his hat and hung it in front of the door, entered the door, changed his clothes.

It was still the mass-style coarse linen. The difference was that this time, there was no need to cover the face with a rag, but took out the human skin mask and put it on.

The little mouse hid under the bed and screamed in horror.

In the bronze mirror, a middle-aged man with long arms and a sallow complexion was reflected. He was carrying a heavy blow-breathing hammer nearly two meters long on his shoulder, which was strong and dangerous.

After sorting out the mirror, Li Yuan kept checking for omissions and preparing all the means.

He dares not be careless when he goes out on a rainy night. He wants to clear obstacles that threaten him, rather than fighting someone to death.

After thinking about it, he still covered the rag on his face, took out another blood-enhancing pill and took it, making the qi and blood fill it up.

These days, he hasn't stopped taking pills. Although his internal strength has improved a lot, he doesn't have much pills to get from it.

Suddenly, the little mouse screamed again.

call!

Outside the house, there was a sound of wind breaking down to the ground.

Li Yuan's eyes drooped.

This is the third time that he has entered the market without warning. This mysterious swordsman has seriously affected him.

He didn't sleep a few days ago

If you dare to take off your clothes, you will have a hammer on your hands.

In the storm, Feng Gang was wearing a hat and his face looked very bad.

Worshiping God is naturally a great thing. The martial arts strength can improve by leaps and bounds, but before and after worshiping God, there will be at least a few months of struggle, which will definitely affect the creation of the Qiushui Sword.

A few months later, when the rest of the people knew about Li Yuan, it would be different whether he could get the sword he had shot.

He was very reluctant and his tone was very squeaky, but in the room, there was no response except for the rat squeaking!

Feng Gang's face darkened:

The room was silent and the rat stopped calling.

‘Chi Jin has to find another way…

Li Yuan stood with a hammer, under his clothes, his whole body was red, his internal strength wandered between his shoulders and arms, and his heart was slightly cold.

Naturally, he could not meet the incense master of the evil god sect.

Feng Gang's face darkened. As he stepped, he whispered his sleeves, and the strong wind mixed with rain broke open the wooden door:

Before the angrily shouting sound was heard, it had changed to surprise. A black shadow floated silently, and heaved it heavily at his chest at an extremely fast speed.

A little shocked, Feng Gang sneered in his heart.

A mere apprentice who has no internal strength dares to attack him?

So what if the lower hammer method is perfect? ​​Look at the light and fluttering look of the hammer...

Feng Gang blinked his sleeves and was about to teach the boy a lesson, but the next moment, his eyes widened and a biting chill surged into his heart.

It seemed like a thunder fell in the yard.

Feng Gang felt as if he was hit by a siege hammer, and he couldn't feel the existence of his arm in an instant, and his chest hurt at the same time.

He flew backwards at a faster speed than he had since, and knocked down the earth wall of the yard with a rumbling sound, feeling like a broken water bag, blood spurting out.

How is this possible?!

As the mud was splashing, Feng Gang was stunned, and his arms and chest were broken!

The strong wind rises in the heavy rain.

Li Yuan suddenly rose and the heavy hammer hit him with one blow was smashed down again.

The momentum is like wind and thunder, as heavy as a hundred pounds!

Bang!

Flesh and flesh are mud!

Li Yuan didn't even notice any obstacles in this hammer. The hammer slammed on the bluestone ground like air, splashing large pieces of mud and water with blood.

Li Yuan's cold eyes swept across the mud-like corpse.

In the room, the hammer he had accumulated for a long time was actually more violent than the second hammer. If he lifted the weight lightly, it would be a full burst of force, including internal strength.

He was sure to collapse a stone wall, and his body was resistant to a hammer, which surprised him.

At least, he thought he would never be able to withstand his hammer, no, half a hammer...

I changed my mind and did not delay his actions.

He quickly searched the corpse and threw the long sword and his waist bag into the incense burner in the military space. Li Yuan carried the corpse in one hand and the hammer in the other.

Run quickly into the wind and rain.

After crossing several streets, Li Yuan threw the body of the unknown swordsman into the stinky ditch, and turned his body and headed towards the forging shop.

He was more confident when he killed this swordsman who was suspected to be strong in his heart. Thinking back on the battle on the martial arts field that day, he thought to himself that even if he fought head-on,

There is a great chance of winning.

If it is a sneak attack...

Suddenly, Li Yuan stopped and looked towards the inner city suddenly. He seemed to hear a scream, and more than one sound.

Thinking of what the unknown swordsman said, Li Yuan frowned, then slowed down and slowly walked towards the forging shop.

If Na Xiang really did it, Cao Yan would have to do something...

...

A scream came from the wind and rain. Fang Yunxiu, who had not yet fallen asleep, noticed it keenly. The scream seemed to be very close to the Lu Mansion?

Swish!

She moved quickly, lifted her sword and rushed into the rain curtain. As soon as she turned over to the roof, she felt her shoulders sinking, and Han Chuijun's voice drifted:

Fang Yunxiu's face turned pale and she dared not refute.

On the roof, Han Chuijun stood with his hands behind his back.

Apart from the hat, his clothes were dry and neat, without any water. The wind and rain whistled, but it seemed that he could not get close to him, and it had disintegrated into a mass of rain and mist.

Under the hat, the ghost face was glowing red. Han Chuijun looked out of the mansion and seemed to see teams of city guards scattered like ants everywhere, and everywhere they passed were full of sword light and blood:

The worldly ways and ways of dealing with things are not something that can be taught in the mountains. No matter how talented a warrior is, he cannot practice martial arts behind closed doors.

He had understood this truth decades ago.

He doesn't think he can win these local tyrants when he is scheming, but why bother?

Some native chickens and tiled dogs are just crushed and killed.

Who hasn't had any advantage yet?
To be continued...