The hall of hundreds of people was silent.

All the guests looked distracted, looking at the sledgehammer standing proudly, and the hammer in the sledgehammer's hand.

Eighteen kinds of weapons, in the list of Qimen weapons, it seems that there is no hammer, right?

Even if there is, it's a gourd hammer, a meteor hammer or something like that, and you know at a glance that it's a weapon.

But in the hand of the sledgehammer, it is an ordinary hammer!

Thanks to the expansion of Wenjiantang, the popularity of long swords in Sanshui Town and even in the entire Liuhe County is very high, and even the application of sword-casting tools has also rapidly become popular.

The hammer in the hand of the sledgehammer is no different in appearance from the hammer used by the blacksmith in the country smithy.

If you pick a bone in the egg, it is the hammer in the hand of the sledgehammer, and there are more anti-skid lines on the handle.

Sheng Wenxuan, who was opposite the sledgehammer, also looked dumbfounded, he originally thought that the sledgehammer would splice together a Qimen weapon, but he didn't expect that it was a hammer!

Suppressing the anger in his heart, Sheng Wenxuan held a sword on his waist and said proudly: "My dragon slaying sword, Lingwu-grade mid-grade, weighs six hundred and twenty-eight catties, and has been cultivated for three years now, you, be careful!"

The sledgehammer had a strange expression, looked at the arrogant young man, and couldn't help but remind: "Then you should be careful, my hammer, weighing 6,800 catties, was cast by the young master himself." ”

How much?

Six thousand eight hundred pounds?!

The hall was full of surprise, and everyone looked at the sledgehammer with an incredible expression.

Previously, they saw the sledgehammer take off the skin bag casually, put several parts of the hammer on the ground, and then put the hammer together, and they all thought that this hammer was great if it had hundreds of pounds.

Unexpectedly, this hammer was more than 6,000 catties, which was ten times heavier than Sheng Wenxuan's heavy sword!

Sheng Wenxuan was also a little dazed, his mouth opened slightly, and he reacted in a moment, his face turned red, revealing a look of shame.

What's the use of heavy weapons, you can play well to be a master!

Sheng Wenxuan took a step back, drew his sword suddenly, and with a shout, the long sword drew a delicate arc in the air, slashing towards the sledgehammer.

The air was turbulent, and the whistling sound of the air being torn apart was piercing and rapid.

Sledgehammer's eardrums trembled, and he strode forward, picking up the hammer with a snort.

The move is still "Eight Hammers of Wind and Thunder," but unlike half a month ago, this hammer is pulled out, and there is neither a bursting air flow nor a breathtaking wind and thunder.

The hammer of more than 6,000 catties is like a wicker, floating in vain.

The use of the word "vanity" is not accurate, and even a bit absurd, but everyone's first feeling is vanity.

"Bang!"

The sword and hammer slammed together fiercely.

Unexpectedly, as everyone expected, the earth-shattering impact sound did not appear, and the two weapons collided together, only making a crisp sound.

However, the master saw clearly, at the moment when the two weapons collided, the hammer of the sledgehammer suddenly changed its angle, avoided the collision, cleverly flipped over, and then pressed.

Under the suppression of more than 6,000 catties of power, Sheng Wenxuan's dragon slaying sword suddenly lost its sharpness and rhythm, and the tip of the sword sank, and there was a moment of stagnation.

Fortunately, Sheng Wenxuan reacted in time and quickly withdrew the long sword, and then the long sword was like a silver dragon, stabbing towards the sledgehammer like lightning.

With a snort, the hammer rotated in the hand of the sledgehammer and spun out a wheel shadow, blocking in front of him.

The sound of clanging sounded, and countless fireworks danced the flying sword, and the whole body of the dragon slashing sword trembled.

Every time it collided, the Dragon Slaying Sword was like being smashed by a hammer, which shook Sheng Wenxuan's arm and his blood boiled.

Sheng Wenxuan's face turned pale, and he hurriedly withdrew his deviated long sword and took a step back.

He now believes what Master An said before, and the sledgehammer in front of him who uses a hammer as a weapon is indeed a master.

This master not only has a talent for strength, but also has an extremely high command of power, whether it is talent or skill, it is enough to crush him.

Sheng Wenxuan, who had a correct mentality, was not as unacceptable or even depressed as he imagined, but his spirit was greatly boosted, and his fighting spirit was burning.

The breath in his body flowed, Sheng Wenxuan shouted angrily, and finally showed his strength and launched a fierce attack towards the sledgehammer.

The sledgehammer has passed the initial tense stage, and the person is like a hammer, unpretentious, lifting weights like light, blocking the opponent's killing moves again and again.

Compared with Xiaolongying, Sheng Wenxuan's momentum and impact are far behind.

Compared with the young master, Sheng Wenxuan's sword moves are dry, and he can see through them at a glance.

The sledgehammer became more and more confident, and even wanted to fight back a few times, but when he thought of the young master's previous explanation, he had to press it down.

Sheng Wenxuan was very sad, as the party of the fierce attack, he was bloody.

The tiger's mouth was broken, and more than a dozen bloody cuts appeared on his body, all of which were torn apart by his forcible force.

However, his eyes grew brighter and his expression became more and more frenzied.

From this fierce attack and defense, he finally spied a trace of the mystery of strength.

As long as he can comprehend this mystery, his control of power will be perfected, and his strength will make a qualitative leap.

In Sheng Wenxuan's body, a hundred open acupuncture points were like candles in the wind flickering and disillusioned, and the incomparably violent power continued to pour out, sweeping towards the opponent.

With an angry shout, Sheng Wenxuan flew up in the air and slashed out the strongest sword in his life!

Sledgehammer couldn't help but be taken aback, and a look of hesitation appeared on his face.

Hard connection, he was afraid that he would suffer a loss and lose the young master's person.

counterattacked, he was afraid of injuring his opponent, and it was difficult to explain to the young master.

When he hesitated, the violent wave of qi was suppressed.

The sledgehammer didn't have time to think, and the hammer slammed into the air.

"Boom!"

The weapon collided, making an earth-shattering explosion, Sheng Wenxuan's figure was stunned in the air, and the next moment he spurted blood and flew out.

Sledgehammer's arms shuddered violently, and his figure took a step back.

There was a click, and the marble slabs under his feet cracked one after another, and lightning spread.

The handle of the hammer could not withstand the strong force and broke off from it.

The broken hammer was about to fall to the ground, and a roar even sounded in everyone's ears in advance.

However, unexpectedly, the sledgehammer stretched out his leg and caught the falling hammer with his toes.

With another lift of the toes, the hammer fell back into the sledgehammer's hand.

He looked at the broken hammer in his hand distressedly, but unfortunately, he had used it for less than two months.

At this moment, Sheng Wenxuan came up with his chest covered, wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, smiled brightly, bowed and saluted: "Thank you Brother Sledgehammer for your advice!"

An Shi didn't lie to him, a "bloody battle", Sheng Wenxuan finally ushered in the opportunity to comprehend.

His final blow was twice as strong as before!

With today's comprehension, as long as he understands it in the future, he will have enough confidence to challenge the three masters of the Spirit Realm among the top ten teenagers.

I didn't point you out.

Sledgehammer looked dazed, waved his hand in embarrassment, returned to the back of the wheelchair, and stood there unpretentiously and woodenly.

Sledgehammer didn't realize that Sheng Wenxuan, who was his opponent, was the top ten young masters in the Sword Competition.

He naturally didn't think that winning Sheng Wenxuan was such a great thing.

When can he win against Xiaolongying, he will be really happy!

An Zhisu sighed, Luoluo is like a stone, light but not shining, the sledgehammer and the young master of his family, this point is really similar!

(End of chapter)