At the moment when Liu Hong stretched out his hand, many people saw that blue light. The envoy of the people, Lin Junmen, the shopkeepers... None of them had the weapons to take the initiative to enter, so they could only lock their eyes on the two elders at the inner gate of the Martial Mansion.

"Definitely not an inscription! These spikes are just a disguise for them, and their true appearance is still unknown. The Third Elder said.

Every time Fan Siliang dropped a hammer, he was avoided by Liu Hong, and finally smashed on the boulder on the podium.

According to the spherical shape, there should be a small pit formed by countless spikes on the boulder, but each time it leaves a smooth round pit.

If you want to gain an advantage with your bare hands, you can only take the opponent's weapon. The plan of wrapping around the handle of the weapon and slapping it on the back of the weapon cannot be implemented, what else can be done?

Lin Ming and Shang Wanhe glanced at each other and began to worry about Liu Hong.

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"Based on your body's reaction, I can be sure that you have just been hit by an electric current. The spikes sucked on the ball are likely to be some living creatures that can release bioelectricity!" Bao Ye reminded Liu Hongdao.

The most representative electric eel on the planet can release a voltage of 300 to 800 volts. It is not surprising that there are creatures capable of discharging electricity on this continent, the key is how to solve the current dilemma.

"Only by using strength to smash this ball can we break the current passive situation?"

Liu Hong, who had cultivated to the seventh order of the Transformation Yuan Realm, had reached the thickness of the Yuan Qi on his fist to about half a foot. He didn't believe that electricity could affect his power without making real contact with the orb.

"Drum and hammer!"

Liu Hong no longer dodged, facing Fan Siliang's hammer, and attacked quickly. In a short period of time, hundreds of punches were hit on the round hammer in a row, and the power of each hammer was above 300,000 catties.

The current of around 200 volts will not cause much harm to Liu Hong, however, every time his fist is shocked, his body will unnaturally retreat.

In addition, the handle of Fan Siliang's hammer can be automatically retracted, which will also reduce the blow in this way.

"With the way of others, but also the body of others! Didn't you Liu Hong fight against me in this way?" Hou Guanyu, who saw that Liu Hong's continuous punches did not work, snorted in his nose.

No matter how hard you use, the other party can defuse it, and even use it, which makes people very aggrieved.

In order to reach the second order of the Tribulation Yuan Realm, there is a magic weapon in his hand that can be comparable to Liu Hong's arm, Hou Guanyu believes that Fan Siliang can beat Liu Hong to lose his armor.

"Stormy!" Seeing that Liu Hong was helpless against the weapon in his hand, Fan Siliang was full of confidence, and the hammer in his hand turned into a drumstick. The stormy drumbeat, with an unstoppable momentum, fell again and again.

The spikes on the hammer multiplied rapidly in the rapid movement, and the blue light spit out gradually lengthened, and dozens of spikes merged to form a blue tongue, which unexpectedly licked Liu Hong's sleeve.

The barbs on the tongue ripped through Liu Hong's sleeve and tore Liu Hong's skin, and they became even more excited when a few drops of blood dripped out.

"Liu Hong is injured, or his right arm is injured, which will definitely affect the speed and strength of his punches. Fan Siliang!"

"Although I don't like you, I still hope that you can beat this Liu Hong to death in the ring!" Hou Guanyu had a cruel smile on his face.

"Master--" Xia Yuxian grabbed Murong Yu's robe with a pale face, and his heart was already in his throat.

"Don't worry! This little injury will not affect Liu Hong's performance at all. As long as he keeps a certain distance from Fan Siliang, there will be no problem in persevering until tomorrow morning!"

Murong Yu took Xia Yuxian's little hand and patted her comfortably.

Liu Hong, who accepted the lesson, opened the distance between him and Fan Siliang. Fan Siliang's hammer was more than nine zhang long from him, and it had risen into the air when it was raised high. The two also chased from the stage to the square.

The longer the hammer handle, the more time it takes to raise it. Quite Liu Hong's arms that can be retracted freely, Fan Siliang's movements are even more clumsy.

However, the hammer in Fan Siliang's hand seemed to have spirituality, and when Liu Hong chose to close the distance, it could still shrink in the air on its own, always shrouded in the top of Liu Hong's head.

The raindrops in the rain curtain became heavier and denser, and fell on the square to form a vast ocean. Each time the hammer pierced the sky, it ignited a blue flame, and the electricity began to affect the ground it touched.

"Oh my God! What's going on? Why did I feel tingling all over my body as soon as I landed in the square?"

An outer disciple who had been squeezed off the podium had just touched the ground in the square, and his whole body began to dance in disobedience, and he hurriedly howled and asked for help from the podium.

No one on the Nagumo Continent knew that water was capable of conducting electricity. The three elders of the Treasure Palace threw out a breath of vitality and threw this disciple back into the courtyard of the outer gate of the Martial Mansion, staring intently at the two figures in the heavy rain, rising and falling.

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There were many carriages parked on the side of the road in the square outside the Wufu Gate, and the carriage of the city lord Du was parked in it inconspicuously.

The big tree by the carriage had its branches coiled together and formed a large roof. Director Zhao, who was standing on the frame of the carriage, did not have an umbrella and did not get wet, which was particularly eye-catching.

"Director Zhao, how is the battle situation now?" asked the City Lord Du in the carriage.

"Stalemate! Whoever can hold on to the end will win!" Director Zhao did not dare to draw conclusions easily.

It was basically impossible for Fan Siliang's weapon to hit Liu Hong's vital point, and Liu Hong couldn't get close to Fan Siliang. If this stalemate continues, it will not be possible to distinguish the winner or loser for an hour.

Director Zhao believes that both sides have hole cards that have not yet been used, at least, Liu Hong's bird paper talisman has not been used.

This paper talisman has been transformed into a bird, with a mouth capable of spitting flames, claws that are extremely sharp, and a hard beak that can pierce through the boulders of the square....

The most hateful thing is that it is tireless, painless, and no attack can stop it from pounceing on you.

"---Boom" Thunder suddenly sounded in the sky, and then several bolts of lightning streaked across the sky, piercing through the clouds with teeth and claws, and I don't know what it hit.

The sound of branches breaking, the sound of branches falling to the ground, the sound of heavy raindrops hitting the roof of the carriage... Director Zhao, who had rain flowing between his buns, looked at the eastern sky stupidly, and muttered to himself in disbelief:

"Lin Junmen has just broken through to the Guiyuan Realm, and Shangjunmen is breaking through again. Who gave them the Red Dragon Soul Protector Cream?"

The longer he stayed in the ninth order of the Tribulation Yuan Realm, the more thick the ball lightning formed in the sky when he crossed the tribulation, and they were densely intertwined, like a big net, descending again.

Thunder, earth, pouring rain... Director Zhao was shocked to find that green smoke rose from the top of Fan Siliang's raised hammer, and a snow-white lightning bolt fell on its head mercilessly.