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Zhang Yifeng looks better and better, but the rich old man knows that this is not because Zhang Yifeng has suddenly become stronger, but because he has become a hammer and can't help himself. After these last five hammers, Zhang Yifeng's meridians will all explode, and those who are dead can no longer die.

Zhang Yifeng also felt a huge crisis, because he could clearly feel that the hammer that didn't seem to be heavy was constantly plundering all the power in his body!

Yes, it's plundering, not absorption!

It was as if he was going to plunder everything from him.

After only two blows, Zhang Yifeng felt a void in his body, and he was about to be unstable when he stood up. But he didn't fall, his body was completely driven by the hammer!

He wanted to control the aura and no longer flow to the light hammer in his hand, but the light hammer seemed to have automatically established a cycle with his body, and he didn't need to control it at all, and he couldn't control it!

"It's over, if this continues, I'm going to die!" Zhang Yifeng's mind turned sharply, blaming him for not being able to hold it for a while, and forcibly used the seventh hammer, and now it really caused a catastrophe.

"Damn, you can't just wait to die. Be sure to keep it under control! ”。

At this time, he had already hit the eleventh hammer, and as long as the next hammer was hit, he would die with all the meridians broken! So, he had to control this last blow.

He can't die!

Finally, the last hammer was lifted, and Zhang Yifeng's body was involuntarily carried into the air by the light hammer.

Just when Nan Xin and the others thought that Zhang Yifeng was about to hit this final blow, his body was still.

Just like this, holding the light hammer high in both hands, it was still in mid-air, looking extremely weird and magical.

"Big hammer!"

A moment later, a shout came out of Zhang Yifeng's mouth, and the hammer in his hand suddenly came out of his hand, turning into a golden meteor and rushing towards the ground!

Rumble!

The sky shook and the dust flew, and the whole yard was instantly covered in dust.

Nan Xin's eyes were quick, and she grabbed the rich old man and flew back a few feet, with the rich old man's body, it was simply not enough to withstand such a powerful blow!

Is Zhang Yifeng dead? Such a thought arose in Nan Xin's heart.

After a few minutes, the smoke and dust finally cleared, and a large crater appeared in the eyes of the two men. But Zhang Yifeng has disappeared!

The rich old man sat on the ground dejectedly.

But Nan Xin seemed to hold on to the last glimmer of hope and slowly came to the edge of the pit.

When she saw the scene in the pit, Nan Xin suddenly screamed.

"Rich old man, come on, come and see!"

The old man dragged his heavy body to the edge of the pit, and then saw Zhang Yifeng in the pit.

Zhang Yifeng's clothes were already broken, and the green tendons on his body were like hideous dragons, as if they were about to burst. However, these meridians were not broken after all. Zhang Yifeng's chest was rising and falling slightly.

"Not dead!"

The rich old man was pleasantly surprised, Zhang Yifeng's vitality was not cut off. It's nothing short of a miracle.

"Quick, help him back to his room."

Hearing this, Nan Xin immediately jumped into the pit, held Zhang Yifeng in her arms, and began to check Zhang Yifeng's body.

"He, how is he?" The old man asked a little nervously.

"Don't worry, rich man, he's just asleep."

Hearing this, the rich old man was completely relieved, but he was still shocked in his heart, the scene just now was simply too scary. Zhang Yifeng stood still in the air like a god, and then threw down the hammer in his hand.

How did he do it?

As if in order to confirm Nan Xin's words, Zhang Yifeng suddenly reached out and hugged Nan Xin, and his head rubbed a few times on Nan Xin's round double peak. Of course, this is just Zhang Yifeng's knee-jerk action, not that he deliberately rubbed oil.

When the rich old man saw this scene, he turned his head directly, as if nothing had happened. Nan Xin bit her lip with a crimson face, the scene just now was ashamed!

"That, rich grandfather, Brother Zhang seems to be very tired, I'll take him back to rest first. When he recovers, I'll bring him to you again. Nan Xin spoke to the rich old man, she was really embarrassed to stay here any longer.

The rich old man thought for a while, and then said: "Okay, take it back, remember, when he wakes up, come to me immediately." ”

"I will."

Nan Xin picked up Zhang Yifeng, and disappeared in a few leaps.

Although Nan Xin is a woman, she is a strong person in the wind period after all, and it is more than enough to hold a man.

Nan Xin went out, the rich old man looked at the broken sword in his hand, as if thinking about something, and after a while, he took a sword again and walked out of the courtyard.

Outside the courtyard, there were already warriors gathered, and at this moment, this group of warriors were all surprised, how could this sword be broken, could someone have succeeded? Confused, the rich old man walked out.

"Fu Lao, you're here, what's the matter with this sword? Did someone cut off the sword? ”

The rich old man said with a deep look in his eyes: "Just now someone didn't believe that this sword could be cut off, so I used this sword in my hand to test it myself." ”

The voice fell, and the rich old man pulled up the broken sword that was stuck in the ground, and inserted the good sword in his hand into the soil again.

Only then did everyone breathe a sigh of relief: "It turned out that the seniors cut it off themselves." ”

"You go on."

The rich old man waved his hand to everyone, and he bent back into the courtyard.

Qiang Qiang Qiang.

The sound of the sword breaking came later, of course, it was not the rich old man's sword that was broken.

The reason why the rich old man reinserted a sword was to reduce unnecessary trouble. If the warriors knew that someone had cut off the sword and was accepted as a disciple by him, his courtyard would definitely be very lively, and there would be many people who wanted to win over Zhang Yifeng.

……

Nanjia.

In a room full of femininity, Zhang Yifeng lay on the bed and fell asleep deeply, and Nan Xin sat on the edge of the bed, looking at Zhang Yifeng quietly. The picture of Zhang Yifeng standing in the air kept echoing in her mind, that picture was simply too mysterious, he was like a god son, unstoppable.

Nan Xin still doesn't know how Zhang Yifeng rose into the air and how he controlled the terrifying twelfth hammer.

In fact, Zhang Yifeng's survival was completely a fluke.

When Zhang Yifeng swung the eighth hammer, he found that his body was completely out of control. It was the hammer that drove his body, hammering the Meteor Twelve Hammers one by one.

At that time, the situation was very critical, even he felt that he was going to be sucked clean by the Meteor Twelve Hammers, especially when he was about to hit the twelfth hammer, his body had completely collapsed, and he did not have any strength.

When he felt that he was about to die of exhaustion, the rhizome of the Tree of Wisdom exuded a cool breath, making his head clear, and a set of hammer techniques flashed from the sea of his consciousness.

It was a powerful hammer technique he had obtained in his previous life.

It's called a big hammer.