Wuguan Sanjue

Chapter 211
boom!boom!
On a tall arena, two figures are fighting fiercely, and cheers from the crowd can be heard from time to time. The huge arena has become potholed. If Zhuge Qingfeng hadn't built the formation in advance, I am afraid that the arena is now It has already collapsed.

"what!"

A scream came out, and a figure flew out backwards, blood gushed out, and fell to the ground.

There was a loud applause from the audience.

"Who else... Who else?" Crazy shouts sounded in the arena, a man with long hair, as if he had been injected with chicken blood, extremely excited.

"I come!"

After the words fell, a skinny man jumped onto the ring.

The fierce battle started again.

Zhuge Qingfeng watched the fierce battle on the ring, pointed at the long-haired man, and said to Fan Chu beside him: "Is this the Iron Fist King Zhou Dao you mentioned?"

Fan Chu nodded lightly, and said: "Yes, Zhou Dao is a well-known murderer in Mobei, with a pair of fists, he has a great reputation, and his cultivation has reached the Soul Martial Realm, so maybe he will be the final winner this time. ,but……"

Zhuge Qingfeng frowned slightly, then relaxed, and said: "However, this person is a ruthless and merciless person with ambitions beyond our control, so we cannot let him win."

"Yes, this person's intentions are extremely impure, we'd better make preparations early." Fan Chu said softly.

After pondering for a while, Zhuge Qingfeng looked into the distance and said, "Have you released the news? I think the city lord should come back."

Fan Chu stifled, "I have already sent someone to spread the news, but now there is still no sign of the city lord. Do you think he is in retreat, or is unable to receive the news at all." Fan Chu hesitated. , obviously did not hold much hope for Mu Hao.

Shaking his head, Zhuge Qingfeng also showed a trace of solemnity on his face, "We feel that the city lord will definitely come back." The words were very soft, but Zhuge Qingfeng said firmly, with an unquestionable tone.For Mu Hao, he has never been disappointed.

Between the words, the skinny man fell from the ring, and a big mouth appeared in the center of the sturdy ring. Zhou Dao stood on it laughing wildly, waving his fists constantly, and shouting crazily.

Zhuge Qingfeng frowned involuntarily, and said: "You go to visit those three Void Martial Realm experts, what do they say?"

Looking at Zhou Dao who was a bit arrogant, Fan Chu's face also looked a little ugly, "The three of them all said in unison that they have no interest in the position of commander, and they are used to being free."

"It's a pity... If one of the three thinks to stand up, it won't be the case." Zhuge Qingfeng said with a little regret.

Fan Chu opened his mouth, but without uttering a word, a strange scene happened on the ring.

One was a big black man with a black hammer. The big man took the hammer and slammed it down on Zhou Dao without any haste, each time with a sharp howling sound, the heavy hammer seemed to be as heavy as a mountain.

Slapping the iron hammer with one palm, Zhou Dao flew out backwards, with a look of surprise on his face, he could clearly feel that the person in front of him was only at the Great Perfection of the Heavenly Martial Realm, but every fall of the heavy hammer made him Feeling a heavy pressure, this pressure made him feel frightened.

"Who are you?" Zhou Dao asked cautiously, staring at the dark man in front of him.

The heavy hammer stood on the ground slowly, and the ring trembled slightly. The dark man looked at Zhou Dao expressionlessly, "Everyone calls me a blacksmith, but you can also call me a blacksmith."

Zhou Dao couldn't help feeling the corners of his mouth twitch a few times, he didn't expect that he was embarrassed by an unknown blacksmith, spiritual power gathered on his fists, an afterimage flashed, and Zhou Dao's iron fist hit the blacksmith again.

No expression could be seen on the dark face. The hammer bounced and hit the fist that was coming rapidly, and the surrounding space kept shaking.

clang!
Zhou Dao's body flew backwards, the blacksmith remained motionless, the heavy hammer was as stable as Mount Tai, firmly held in his hand, and there was a trace of anger in his eyes.

Zhou Dao showed a wry smile. He didn't expect the blacksmith's heavy hammer to be so flexible. Originally, he wanted to rely on the advantage of speed to directly abolish the blacksmith's Linghai, but at the last moment, the blacksmith's heavy hammer hit it perfectly. Above his fist, the originally tricky fist was completely interrupted.

Moving his fists, Zhou Dao walked slowly, looking for the best time and direction to attack.

The blacksmith stood firmly on the ring, and some were a little at a loss.

Everyone in the audience was also quiet, looking at Zhou Dao on the ring, with a trace of puzzlement in his eyes.

"go to hell!"

Zhou Dao let out a roar, like a sharp arrow, he threw himself at the blacksmith, his body constantly changing its position in the mid-air, with the whistling of the wind.

Everyone was silent.

The blacksmith raised the heavy hammer, and then refused to let it go down.

Suddenly, the hammer slammed down.It rose with a click.The heavy hammer was lifted up and dropped again, and there was a scream, and Zhou Dao's body flew upside down. There was a distinct hammer mark on his chest, emitting white smoke and a burnt smell.

After skating for almost a hundred steps, Zhou Dao stabilized his body. He looked at his chest with some fear, and then at his hanging right arm, with a hint of puzzlement in his eyes.

"Why?" Zhou Dao looked towards the ring and asked softly.

The blacksmith slowly put down the heavy hammer, leaning the handle of the hammer on his lap, and calmly looked at Zhou Dao, "I've been hammering iron all my life, and as long as anything is in front of me, it's hard to escape my heavy hammer. "

"That's not what I asked." Zhou Dao looked at the blacksmith and said again.Previously, the heavy hammer in the blacksmith's hand could have put him to death, but the moment it fell, the blacksmith retracted [-]% of the force, making him safe and sound.

The blacksmith glanced at Zhou Dao, and said: "I remember that ten years ago, you passed by a small town and threw three copper coins to a beggar. I think you still have a little kindness in your heart, so I decided to let you go." One horse."

Zhou Dao couldn't help being taken aback, the memory of the scene ten years ago was in front of him, on a snowy day, he threw three copper coins to a shivering little beggar, and asked him to find a teahouse to drink a few cups of hot tea, Lest you freeze to death...

"How do you know what relationship you have with that little beggar." Zhou Dao looked at the blacksmith and said.

The blacksmith stroked the handle of the hammer leaning on his leg without raising his head, and said, "That little beggar used the three Wen coins to forge a dagger with me, a dagger that can kill people, and then went to take revenge. , killed a bully, and I have been bullied by that bully for a long time."

Zhou Dao nodded lightly, turned around and walked towards his military tent, the cause of planting, the fruit of reaping, he seemed to understand something, and he couldn't help feeling a little shaken in his heart.

Seeing Zhou Dao leave, the blacksmith put the heavy hammer on his shoulder and prepared to leave.

Suddenly, a burst of laughter sounded, "Blacksmith, you have been blacksmithing all your life, how does it feel to hit someone now?"

In a blink of an eye, a black-clothed figure leaped onto the ring, and on his left shoulder, the scimitar emitting a cold light was particularly glaring.The previous voice came from his mouth.

The blacksmith turned around, put the hammer on the ground again, looked at the figure in front of him, "Jue Dao, long time no see."

"Haha... Blacksmith, I didn't expect you to remember me." As he spoke, the scimitar on Jue Dao's body sank into the ring, leaving only the handle.

The blacksmith let out a naive smile, "Don't forget, the scimitar in your hand was made by me."

Jue Dao glanced at the hilt of the knife, and there was a hint of arrogance in his eyes, and said: "I never thought that a blacksmith who pursues an ordinary life will come here with a heavy hammer. Are you not afraid that you will have no chance to go back?"

Clenching the heavy hammer a few times, the blacksmith showed a hint of displeasure, "I came here to avenge my relatives, and I still want to go back after it's over."

Hearing this, there was a sneer on Jue Dao's face, "I advise you, you should go back early! In case you really can't go back in the future."

As the words fell, the scimitar leaped out, the absolute knife rose against the sky, and slashed down in the air. Dazzling light continuously flashed from the scimitar, making the people in the audience a little bit blindsided.

But the blacksmith could, and glared.

Chi Chi!

There was a piercing sound and sparks flew everywhere.

The scimitar was pressed heavily on the hammer, and the blacksmith's knees couldn't help but bend a little.

With a turn of the body, the scimitar rubbed against the heavy hammer, and sparks splashed all the way. The blacksmith couldn't help but let out a roar, and swung the heavy hammer ferociously.

clang!clang!clang!
Three consecutive metal crashes sounded, and the blacksmith took three steps back, leaving three white marks on the black hammer handle.

In the blink of an eye, the scimitar struck again, scratching the space and bringing out the sound of wind, reaching the extreme.

clang!
A long and crisp sound sounded, and accompanied by a warning, the half-cut knife fell on the ring, and all of it sank into the boulder.

The machete broke.

Jue Dao couldn't help but let out a long howl, his clothes fluttered, his eyes were bloodshot, and the half handle of the knife in his hand was gripped a little stronger.

"Full moon scimitar."

The half scimitar was constantly waving in Jue Dao's hands, the surrounding temperature had cooled down, and the remaining machete was like a full moon, exuding a powerful force.

A trace of seriousness appeared on the blacksmith's dark face.

There was a bang, and the full moon was so heavy that it collapsed the ring.

The full moon hit the blacksmith, and the surrounding space trembled.

The blacksmith, who had always looked slow, became quicker, picked up the heavy hammer suddenly, with an incomparably focused expression, and then smashed it out at an even faster speed.

a hammer.

Two hammers.

……

The speed of the hammer was getting faster and more blurred, and the blacksmith's expression became even more incomparably focused.

A spark splashed out, and in an instant, the spark turned into a flame, and the flame became more and more vigorous, turning into a sea of ​​flames, and in an instant, it swallowed up the full moon.

(End of this chapter)