"嚄..."
Wang Fusheng let out a low growl from his throat, his eyes flashed red, and stabbed at Xia Yan sharply like a beast, and then raised the huge silver hammer in his hand violently, and a wave of air surged out.
"Boom boom boom..."
Wang Fusheng's stature is not tall, but he is particularly eye-catching at this time. The skirts of his whole body are bulging high, his internal energy is continuously emitted, and the solid talcum ground under his feet is constantly shaking.
Xia Yan pulled out the long sword with a 'swish', his eyes were concentrated, and he was staring at Wang Fusheng's arm. Wang Fusheng's arm was very long, and he could definitely hit a position that ordinary people could not attack with a huge hammer in his hand.
Everyone gasped, and the entire second floor suddenly fell silent.
Every time Wang Fusheng challenges, many bettors can go crazy for it, because the brutal and murderous aura emanating from Wang Fusheng makes people feel a sense of nervous and suffocating.
This kind of feeling makes many people uncontrollably excited, which is one of the reasons why Wang Fusheng has so many supporters. Wang Fusheng's silver hammer made many people worship it almost like crazy.
After the silence, there was even more fanatical shouting!
"Hoo..."
Wang Fusheng violently swung the silver hammer and struck Xia Yan's upper body. The hammer head carried a wave of violent energy, as if it was invincible. If he was beaten for real, even with internal protection, he would probably die.
The corner of Xia Yan's mouth twitched slightly, and the corner of his mouth retreated half a step. The long sword in his hand formed a bright sword flower in the air, and then the tip of the sword slightly moved up.
A huge force surged, and Xia Yan quickly retreated the sword skillfully before the force was fully transmitted. The force on Wang Fusheng's hammer head was too huge. If Xia Yan resisted, he would be asking for trouble.
With the help of part of the power transmitted from the tip of the sword, Xia Yan's body moved about a foot to the right like a ghost, narrowly dodging the hammer.
Wang Fusheng sneered, "See how long you escape!"
Immediately afterwards, another hammer struck, and a layer of air waves swept across the ground, shaking the tables and chairs in the distance.
"This time, Ling Luo may have struggled a bit!"
In a special room, Li Tianlun clasped his hands together and said indifferently.
"This Wang Fusheng is good at discerning the enemy's thoughts, and his moves are vicious and deadly. Due to the limitations of the ring, it is very difficult for Lingluo to defeat Wang Fusheng by relying on his body skills!"
Beside Li Tianlun was Yafen, who was all dressed in a red dress.
"Wang Fusheng is cruel by nature. He used to fight wild beasts at close quarters. If he gets the chance, Lingluo... In previous challenges, Wang Fusheng's opponents were either dead or maimed." Li Tianlun narrowed his eyes and touched his chin with his fingers. .
"Will Lingluo be defeated? Now, Wang Fusheng has demonstrated the power of martial arts at 80 degrees. It seems that Lingluo is having a hard time dodging!" Yafen looked at the ring below, and she always felt that Lingluo shouldn't Defeated by Wang Fusheng.
Li Tianlun smiled lightly, "Hehe, let's just keep reading!"
In just a few breaths, Wang Fusheng had already swung dozens of hammers at Xia Yan, and every single hammer was accompanied by a sharp wind sound. And Lingluo, every time, narrowly escaped the silver hammer that seemed to have hit him, and everyone felt that Lingluo seemed to be in danger.
"Boy, coward, don't you just know how to dodge?!" Wang Fusheng yelled loudly, the sound was like thunder, and suddenly stomped heavily on the ground, his whole body was filled with internal energy, and he rushed towards Xia Yan like a beast.
At this time, Xia Yan was forced to retreat into a corner, and Wang Fusheng's silver hammer almost blocked all Xia Yan's dodging routes. And if Xia Yan really wanted to continue to dodge, he had to retreat, and then he would withdraw from the ring, and Xia Yan would lose the challenge.
At this moment, Xia Yan smiled coldly, "It's now!"!
With a flash of his figure, the afterimage of the light of the long sword cut forward casually, and then the toes were connected, as if a dragonfly was touching water. Then the body twisted strangely, that's right, it was twisted!
In everyone's sight, Xia Yan's body seemed to be divided into three parts, and each part rushed out in different directions. This is the illusion caused by Xia Yan's speed is too fast.
"This is..." Wang Fusheng stared, his face changed greatly, his silver hammer smashed into the sword light, and the collision did not happen as expected.
Wang Fusheng, who was fighting with Xia Yan, didn't immediately see where Xia Yan's real body was.
"This is a phantom!" Wang Fusheng immediately came to his senses, and swept his right hand holding the silver hammer, and the silver hammer swept towards the right side of his body with a wave of air. Only then did he feel a murderous aura coming from the right.
Xia Yan sneered, and everyone saw that the body that seemed to be divided into three suddenly gathered together again, and the long sword in his hand pierced Wang Fusheng's throat. The speed is so fast that people's eyes can't follow it.
"This is impossible!" Wang Fusheng roared, Yinhammer wanted to save him, but he didn't even see how Xia Yan's long sword came to him.
"Ding… "
"boom… "
Slap!
When Xia Yan was thrusting out with the long sword, he moved a little to the left, and the tip of the sword precisely hit the silver hammer, sparks were sparked immediately, and there was a violent collision sound. Then he kicked up, leaving an afterimage in the air and kicked Wang Fusheng's abdomen fiercely. Wang Fusheng's body flew up into the air and fell far away on the edge of the ring.
The audience was dumbfounded!
The bettors who were howling loudly looked at the scene in front of them in amazement. This scene made the brains of many bettors blank instantly.
Wang Fusheng was kicked out unexpectedly.
"Pfft..."
Xia Yan's kick was not light. After Wang Fusheng's body drew an arc in the air and landed, he spat out a mouthful of blood and stared at Xia Yan fiercely. Wang Fusheng fought with wild beasts for decades, and his hands were stained with blood. The viciousness in his eyes was even worse than those of those cruel wild beasts.
"You lost!" Xia Yan said coldly.
Just now, he actually had a chance to kill Wang Fusheng with a sword, but he didn't do that. Xia Yan is only fifteen years old this year. He has never killed anyone. Even though he was on the verge of danger many times just now, he still didn't take the opportunity to kill Wang Fusheng.
Wang Fusheng was panting heavily, and he gripped the silver hammer even tighter.
According to the normal situation, he should take the initiative to admit defeat. However, he has not been kicked out of the ring now, so the venue will not immediately judge him to lose.
Xia Yan glanced at the surrounding rooms, at this moment, the bettors woke up, some were pleasantly surprised, some were depressed. Who bet on Lingluo Sheng and who bet on Wang Fusheng was also clear at this moment.
"It seems that I also won a thousand gold coins!" Xia Yan's eyes flashed.
"Ah... go to hell..."
At this moment, Wang Fusheng, who had fallen to the ground and vomited blood, suddenly jumped up like a wounded cheetah, and the silver hammer in his hand was changed to his left hand in an instant, and he performed the move 'Silver Hammer Breaks the Sky'.
Xia Yan had a warning sign in his heart, and he took three steps back as if his body was firing, his eyes fixed, "This Wang Fusheng uses a silver hammer in his left hand, which is much more powerful than his right hand. His real strongest move is the silver hammer in his left hand. Hammer instead of his right hand!"
In this split second, Xia Yan noticed the terrifying power of Wang Fusheng's silver hammer with his left hand.