Trist is already at the end of his crossbow, and Crucible Breath has been running for so long that his heart has finally reached its limit.

Pulling out five hammers in one breath, he could no longer maintain a high-intensity breathing rhythm, and finally exhaled a breath of hot air:

"Whew-"

But before he could spit out this breath, he heard Charles say in a calm tone:

"Learn about "Silk Wrapper"?"

Damn, what is this?

With all his strength exhausted, Trist had no time to think about how to deal with the impregnable golden bell jar.

Because Charles's hand was like lightning, as he spoke, a right hand had already caught his spell-breaking hammer.

Although he didn't know what the so-called silk winder was, Trist had already seen the power of the golden bell jar, and where did he dare to let Charles get close easily.

However, he used too much force before, and his breath was disordered at this time, it was the old power that was about to be exhausted, and when the new force was not born, how could he get out of Charles's strange internal force with just a few hurried steps under his feet.

"Silk Winding Hand" is another ancient martial art included in the "Huaxia Boxing Sutra", but it has been lost because of the method of internal breath transportation.

Based on archaeological data and the use of its moves, the Home Star Alliance has redesigned the method of internal force operation from a practical point of view.

Winding silk, as the name suggests, takes the silk into the buckle and entangles endlessly, aiming to entangle the enemy in front of the thread, so that the other party can not advance, and retreat, but also can not retreat.

Although this kung fu is named after winding silk, in order to really master it, it is necessary to "dial, lead, entangle, and stick" the four decisions, and be proficient in all of them.

At this time, Trist's exhalation had already made Charles stick to the spell-breaking war hammer, and he immediately felt that the weight of the war hammer in his hand had increased dramatically.

Charles's face was slightly cold, and with a flick in his hand, the internal force suddenly burst out, like thousands of wisps of spider silk, clinging to the law-breaking war hammer.

A very small heavy shoulder shake and a slight waist tightened, leaving Trist in shape like a drunken drunkard, staggering a step under his feet, and the middle door opened wide, revealing a flaw in the boss between his chest and abdomen.

Seeing that the flaw had been completed, Charles's eyes were full of light, and without hesitation, he took a short body and took a step abruptly-

"That's it!"

Lucas, a withered young man on the first floor of the viewing platform, saw Charles put on that familiar posture, his face was full of blood, and he couldn't help but shout.

In the courtyard of the green lion wall that day, he was careless and suffered the loss of this trick!

A move that uses the right foot as the fulcrum, hunchs over the back and sinks the shoulder, and then induces the strength of the whole body:

Iron Mountain!

"Bang!"

It was like a sack stuffed with rice that was thrown from the top of the tower and slammed into the ground with a dull sound that made the hearts of everyone present tremble.

"Kala-"

A crisp sound of shattering bones came from Trist's body, sandwiched in the muffled sound, which was particularly harsh.

Trist is a descendant of the Warhammer family, one of the heirs personally cultivated by the head of the family, and has used the best cultivation methods and the best body refining medicinal materials since he was a child.

In this way, he has been tempered all the way to the ninth level of the Warrior, and the strength of his muscles and bones is no less than that of Charles, who has the power of Mebis's precise distribution of crystallization.

He should have been knocked out from a distance, and at the worst it was to roll a few more laps on the ground, so that his bones would not shatter.

But now his right hand was entangled by Charles, and there was nowhere to release this power, and it suddenly exploded between his chest and abdomen.

Under this powerful and unbeatable blow, Trist's chest and abdomen bones were shattered, and his small eyes were full of horror and despair.

It was as if there was a chaotic vortex in front of him, trying to swallow him all the belt bones.

Equally frightened was Lucas, because he had seen Charles's next move:

Turning back—

Fist Grip—

Top elbow!

The tip of the elbow was mercilessly pinned to the jaw.

"Wook!"

There was another tooth-aching sound of broken bones.

Trist was severely injured in the chest and abdomen, and his limbs were no longer able to exert strength, like a rag, and he was knocked into the air by this move back elbow.

Looking at Trist's tragic condition, Lucas's originally bloodless face turned a little pale.

Haythal, the wild wolf who came with him, had heard him mention the process of being defeated by the young eagle, and his face was not very good at the moment.

Haytham was covered in cold sweat, turned his head with some difficulty and asked:

"You're just losing these two tricks?"

Although the relationship between the two is not good, Lucas has always spoken directly and does not hide it, just nodding lightly.

The representative of the mercenary group next to him looked at the two of them and rolled his eyes disdainfully:

I've seen a lot of braggarts, but I've never seen one that can be so bragging.

If you really suffered those two moves, you can still watch the battle here?

......

"Boom. ”

Trist could no longer hold the heavy spellbreaker hammer and let it fall limply in front of Charles's eyes.

Charles didn't look at it, raised his foot and kicked it aside, his horse sank, his eyes locked tightly in the air, and he said softly:

"Auger!"

Between the internal breaths, Charles didn't know when he had already closed his right fist to his waist, and a spiral of energy condensed on his right fist, and when Trist fell back in front of him, he was about to punch out.

"Stop!"

At this moment, a very rough voice came from far and near.

Seeing that Trist was about to fall, Charles didn't seem to hear the rough voice that was approaching quickly, and decisively punched out.

"Bell!"

A thirty-centimeter-thick wall of steel suddenly stood in front of Trist, blocking the sharp and heavy punch.

I saw that the fist did not stop, and it actually made a spiral-shaped depression in the steel wall.

Charles slowly retracted his fists and took a step away, his delicate eyes flashing with a cold bone-chilling glint in his eyes.

He looked at the Warhammer master who came out from behind the steel wall, and snorted coldly:

"Old thing, the duel isn't over yet, get out!"

"Wow, I like this kid!"

The Marquis of Flying Fish held the railing of the viewing platform with both hands, and watched Charles go crazy with great interest.

Captain Sainz had already stood on the edge of the railing, and he was so excited that he got carried away as he watched the swirl marks that the punch had crushed against the steel wall.

Mrs. Swan frowned, stretched out her jade hand and rubbed the corners of her forehead, and asked angrily:

"Is it because I haven't seen a duel in a long time?

"It's useless, you can't save it from that kind of injury, and it's useless for the old thing to go down... Wow, old thing, old thing, that's a pleasure to call. ”

Marquis Flying Fish reached out and scratched his beautiful goatee, squinting his eyes with a pleasant expression.

......

"Get out!"

Charles took the silver sledgehammer handed by Liana, held it flat in front of him, and pointed to the old man in front of him who was protecting Trist behind him.

"Charles, stand back!"

Liana knew who was coming just by hearing the sound like a broken horn, and hurriedly swiped her jewel sword, ignited the rainbow battle gang, protected Charles behind her, and asked:

"Master of the house, this is a duel! What are you doing here!"

The Warhammer Master did not answer.

He turned around to check Trist's injuries, only to see that he was paralyzed as mud, the pupils of his eyes were slowly dissipating, and blood was dripping out of his mouth:

"Kill...... ...... for me Revenge, revenge!"

Trist's jaw had shattered, and the murmur was illegible.

But the Warhammer master himself has taught Trist for many years, so how can he not recognize what he says:

"Okay! Grandpa promises you!"

Before he could finish speaking, his beloved grandson had lost his breath, and with tears in his eyes, he reached out to close Triste's eyes in pain.

Seeing this, Charles and Liana looked at each other, and both knew that Trist was finally dead.

But because of this, both of them were on full alert against the Warhammer master, for fear that he would suddenly burst out.