"Boom!!"

Just the qi machine diverged, and the entire martial arts arena instantly became a pot of porridge, and all the guys who had a ghost fetus or a lively mentality were chilling down their backs, and their scalps were numb as if they were about to burst!

The invisible qi wave spread out, and it seemed that he felt the strong murderous aura of the sword in the hand of the Ten Thousand Star Sword Spirit, so this time the old man's momentum conjured up by the little clay figure was also extremely strong.

Under the sudden impact of this strong qi machine, countless martial arts people were suddenly shocked.

They didn't know what level of the mysterious and powerful power of the Dao was there, nor did they understand what the "below the martial spirit" meant in that loud shout, but they all felt a kind of oppression from the higher-level beings from this qi, which seemed to come from the depths of the soul, making them instinctively feel afraid.

Even Tang Ying, Wan Han, and Ying Yi on the high stage, as well as Ying Yi and other masters under the stage, are all in two wars, and it is difficult to even maintain the basic balance of the body.

"It's terrifying!What level of powerhouse is this?!"

"Tang Ying! Who is this Wang Da Hammer? What is the source? He is definitely not a poor boy from Yunwu County! He ......"

Wan Han stared at Tang Ying's somewhat pale face, his pupils shrank fiercely, and he squeezed out a few words from between his teeth and said, "Outside the mountain, this kid is from outside the mountain!!"

Tang Ying was silent, and his mind couldn't help but recall Ren Lei who had been saved by Wang Dazhui before. This mysterious powerhouse disappeared without a tail, so could this terrible treasure be left by that strong man for Wang Dazhu?

"The powerhouse of the martial soul realm, oh my God! This Wang Dazhui actually has the consciousness imprint of a martial soul-level powerhouse around him?!" Others don't know, but Li Ping and Liang Shoulong in the audience can't be clearer.

Martial soul powerhouse!

This is put outside the mountain, and it is definitely a powerful monk who can laugh proudly. It's almost a terrifying existence that can be crowned a king!

"Does this guy even have such a background?"

Li Ping's eyes flashed with an inexplicable divine light, and Wang Dazhui didn't know what to do, his helpless move made him much heavier in Li Ping's heart.

"Before Wang Dazhui arrived in Yunwu County, did you really not know anything about it?"

glanced at the second son of Zhao who rolled his eyes around him, and might faint at any time. Li Ping struggled to calm his voice.

“......”

But where can Zhao Ergongzi in such a state now be able to say a complete sentence?

Liang Shoulong was in a hurry, and he couldn't take care of it, and slapped Zhao Ergongzi several times in a row, which made him a little sober.

"No...... I don't know what to say!" Zhao Ergongzi's eyes still had a strong look of fear, and he pointed to the stage with trembling fingers and said, "That's the king...... Is the momentum of the king......'s sledgehammer? OMG!!"

After listening to his words, Li Ping frowned and did not speak, but the ink-colored jade deed on his waist flashed with fluorescence, shielding the terrifying aura and blocking its influence and deterrence on Li Ping.

"You!!"

The sword spirit attached to Wan Xing's body screamed. Looking at the white-robed old man in front of the king's sledgehammer, a trace of distorted horror flashed on Wan Xing's face, and then his body trembled violently like chaff again, and his eyes flashed again, and his eyes returned to their previous clarity.

"Boom!"

It's just that the seven-star glazed sword in his hand is trembling desperately, and he doesn't want to get close to Wang Da Hammer anymore, or the phantom step of the white-robed old man.

"Damn!!"

Wan Xing stared at Wang Da Hammer. His legs were also shaking uncontrollably, and he couldn't help but fall to his knees on the main battle platform with a "poof"!!

He is an opponent that Wang Da Hammer faces head-on. Therefore, most of the momentum of the virtual image of the white-robed old man conjured up by the little clay figure was also vented on his body.

Just now he was possessed by the sword spirit, and the feeling was not particularly obvious, but now after regaining consciousness, he was suddenly shocked, and he couldn't raise the slightest fighting spirit to resist. Only the most primitive fears remained.

A soldier who surrenders without a fight, this is absolute strength, this is absolute overriding strength!!

Of course, this little clay figure is far from being as fierce as a real martial soul powerhouse, it is just a vain fantasy. It's okay to scare people, but if you really meet a master of knowing goods, you will naturally be recognized.

"Whew!"

Wang Dazhui saw that Wan Xing's mind had completely collapsed under the deterrence of the little clay man, and he didn't say anything, and directly withdrew the internal strength instilled in it, and after a while, the white-robed old man ran away with a wave of his sleeves and slowly disappeared.

Taking the little clay figure back into his arms, Wang Dazhui heard a large piece of relieved panting sound that sounded in the audience at the same time, and couldn't help touching the bridge of his nose, and secretly said in his heart: "I didn't expect this little thing to be so powerful under the full force, it seems that with his protection, although this Chuzhou is big, there is no place where my Wang Dazhui can't go!"

While thinking, Wang Da Hammer walked to Wan Xing, who was still a little confused, and forced out a wisp of blood from the tip of his index finger with a flick of his finger, foaming back and forth on his seven-star glass sword a few times.

The sword has a spirit, and it is the most taboo to be stained with blood, especially the blood stains with the will of Wang Da Hammer.

If it is good to kill the enemy, it is naturally the favorite of the murder weapon, and even some murderers will slaughter innocent people to sacrifice the sword with blood.

However, this living blood with a strong will is something that is extremely damaging to the sword spirit, under Wang Da Hammer's smearing, the sword spirit in the Seven Star Glass Sword itself is not particularly powerful, under normal circumstances, it is estimated that it will be languishing for at least several years, and it is difficult to exert the powerful power of the single sword formation.

Throwing Wanxing off the main battle platform, Wang Dazhui couldn't help but sigh. The originally expected bitter battle did not appear, and Wan Xing, which became extremely tricky after the sword spirit possessed, was defeated in front of the image of the little clay figure in a few minutes, which was really impermanent, and it was unexpected.

Wang Da Hammer defeated Wan Xing and defeated the first person recognized among the young generation in the rivers and lakes of Chuzhou!

But at this memorable moment, no one was cheering for him, and even those iron fans who listened to him in the Snow Sword Sect were all limb and collapsed to the ground one by one, and they couldn't care about them at all.

Wang Da Hammer stood silently on the main battle platform alone, experiencing the invincible loneliness of the hero, until after a while, when the people present began to gradually ease up, he couldn't help but say to the side of the Seven Star Pavilion in the audience: "Hey! Have you rest......ed?

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