There is no way out, what to do?

The corners of Zhang Zhaozhong's mouth showed a sneer again, there is no way out, then there is no need to walk, just break it.

The copper hammer had already swung to Zhang Zhaozhong's left rib, and seeing that Zhang Zhaozhong did not retreat or dodge, even Xu Yang on the roof was a little surprised.

Not to mention the people below, many people in the beggar gang had excited eyes in their eyes, could it be that this eagle dog who stabbed Luo Hu to death with a sword was just strong on the outside?

He Daqing was even more surprised, he didn't expect that the other party couldn't even dodge this move, and wasted his next few moves.

But it's okay, one hammer is better than two hammers.

He could even feel the soft feel that made his heart tremble when the copper hammer hit the other party's body, the kind of happy catharsis that burst out of flesh and blood, that was the ultimate dream he had pursued all his life!

How many famous people in the rivers and lakes died in the wielding of their copper hammers again and again.

Their death is a process for them to climb a higher step, and it is also the process they most hope to have.

Go!

He Daqing exerted force again in his hand, this hammer must smash the other party into pulp!

Some of the new officers and soldiers even closed their eyes, this chief, is it too dish, right?

However, the expected screams and the muffled sound of the hammer smashing against the body were delayed.

The officers and soldiers, whose curiosity had overcome their inpatience, opened their eyes, but what they saw left them dumbfounded.

I saw that Zhang Zhaozhong was actually attached to the copper hammer, and he followed the posture of the copper hammer waving, flying with the wind.

No matter how strong He Daqing is, he can't smash Zhang Zhaozhong who is attached to the copper hammer, like an ethereal ghost, Zhang Zhaozhong's whole body seems to have no weight, just sticking to the copper hammer, no matter whether he advances or retreats, no matter up or down, just sticking, and there is no other action.

If the Wudang School is most famous for its swordsmanship and internal strength, then the most practical is light skill.

Even Xu Yang was surprised.

He had fought with Zhang Zhaozhong, if Zhang Zhaozhong had used this light skill at that time, he was afraid that he would not be able to support Yu Wanting's return.

In other words, when he fought with him, Zhang Zhao regained his strength.

This discovery immediately made Xu Yang full of faces.

I wanted to pretend to be forced quietly, but I didn't expect that the other party was the ancestor who pretended to be forced.

You fell before I could exert my strength......

At this time, Zhang Zhaozhong's image, in Xu Yang's heart, seriously overlapped with the monkey in his memory.

He Daqing was miserable.

Even if these moves are used, Zhang Zhaozhong's strength is greater than him, and the moves are blocked back, He Daqing will not be so depressed.

It's the kind of grievance that can't be used by force.

No matter how much his copper hammer is used, the other party is a strategy, like a catkins fluttering in the wind, with nowhere to focus, but unable to get rid of.

He smashed the ground directly with the copper hammer several times, hoping to kill the other party, but in the moment before the copper hammer fell to the ground, the officer actually felt like he was boneless, hit the snake with the stick, and turned over along the copper hammer, but his hands were numb.

A person's strength is limited after all, the heavy copper hammer danced for a long time, He Daqing felt that the strength of his whole body was losing rapidly, he estimated that at most, there would be half a pillar of incense at most, and he would lose his strength.

It can't go on like this.

Where did the other three die?

But think about it, at this moment, the copper hammer in his hand is dancing around, and no one dares to approach.

However, He Daqing sadly found that he couldn't stop at all.

Although Zhang Zhaozhong is attached to the copper hammer, it does not mean that he is not lethal.

He kept wielding the copper hammer, he didn't have a chance to kill himself, if he stopped, he even needed to slow down, the impression of the sword stabbing his throat before was still in He Daqing's mind at the moment, and he wasn't sure that he would be able to dodge it.

No, it shouldn't be possible to hide at all.

What to do?

What to do?

The power passed faster and faster, and he couldn't hold it anymore.

He Daqing decided to take a gamble.

He stepped back slightly, closer to his three teammates.

Then he first made a move "Eight Desolations", and the copper hammer smashed the ground again, and the other party really attached to the copper hammer again.

With the rebound of the copper hammer hitting the ground, He Daqing exerted all his strength and threw the copper hammer in the direction of the officers and soldiers.

Then the body took advantage of the situation and retreated.

He didn't expect this throw to throw the other party out together, he only hoped that the other party would be hindered for even a moment, so that he would have a chance to retreat into the crowd.

This is his only life.

Until now, no matter how dull he was, he understood that the gap between the officer on the other side and himself was far larger than previously estimated.

is so big that he may not be able to make the other party take even half a step back if he tries his best.

He felt that he still had a little certainty that he would get out of the way.

It's a joint effort for all of you.

However, he was wrong.

At the moment when he threw the copper hammer in his hand, Zhang Zhao moved.

He's been dodging left and right, and this time, he's opting for a sword.

He Daqing retreated sharply, at a faster speed than he had rushed out before.

With the strength of the copper hammer thrown out, he desperately retreated to the rear.

He thought he was already fast.

Zhang Zhaozhong's sword, faster!

The tip of the sword approached He Daqing's eyebrows, and He Daqing felt the coldness on the blade of the sword.

He wanted to scream, he wanted to call his companions to help.

He couldn't scream, his mind didn't have time to give the order to shout to his mouth, and Ning Bijian had completely destroyed his mind from the source.

A sword pierces through the brain, piercing from the center of the eyebrows, and the tip of the sword penetrates from the back of the head.

He Daqing, die!

Dead that can't die anymore.

By the time the blood flooded his round eyes, he had lost all sense.

At this time, the officers and soldiers let out an exclamation and dodged the copper hammer thrown from afar.

The brass hammer made a perfect arc, and finally slammed heavily into the dirt floor of the courtyard, flicking twice weakly, and fell silent.

When the officers and soldiers returned their eyes to the field, the situation had changed dramatically.

After killing He Daqing with a sword, Zhang Zhaozhong did not stop.

He couldn't stop either.

Three completely different blades were coming at him at the same time.

At first, these three people were to rescue He Daqing, but at this time, the rescue had already become delusional.

However, the moves of the three have not changed, just faster and more ferocious!

All they know is that this guy on the other side, he is not human, he is a bloodthirsty beast, he is a ghost from hell.

The scheming Luo Hu was killed by him with one move, and the powerful He Daqing failed to hold on to the second move.

When the copper hammer was wielded before, what the other party did was just a strange trick, and in the eyes of the remaining three, this method was simply like a cat playing with a mouse.

When the mouse is exhausted and can't run, the civet will slap the mouse to death.

He Daqing is the fattest mouse, and the three of them don't want to be mice.