Smelting and Exploding the Heavens

Chapter 13 Demon God
This hit must hit!
This hit kills!

This is the common thought of Jin Jingjing and Sarutobi Riyue.

Strong body, supernatural power, steel and iron, unshakable, this is everyone's inherent impression of Fan Zhuoyuan.

And such people who practice hard skills and have overly strong muscles are accompanied by a lack of coordination, and their body movements must be relatively slow.

At this time, he seemed to have no choice but to resist the two pointed hammers.

But this hammer weighed ten catties, its center of gravity was highly concentrated on the front, and the tip was inlaid with the hardest diamond in the world, combined with the external and internal strength of the two.

It is definitely not something that any flesh and blood can resist!

Two hammers fell!

The expected feeling of hitting the bones of the flesh did not come, and the two of them saw a flash in front of their eyes, and a figure had quickly left.

"What?! How could it be so fast?!"

This was the same doubt that flashed in the hearts of Jing Jingren and Sarutobi Riyue, but Ye Xiuping's heart gradually sank with the long knife he had stolen in his hand.

On the opposite side, Fan Zhuoyuan put on a fighting style, his ferocious face was expressionless, but his eyes seemed to be burning with fire, and he looked extremely excited.

"Very good. It's much more powerful than the so-called heroes who came to my house to assassinate in the martial arts of the Southern Dynasties. It can make me play more happily."

Ye Xiuping pointed at Fan Zhuoyuan and said, "How could you be so fast!"

Fan Zhuoyuan snorted coldly, kicked one leg towards the top of his head, and made a kick upwards that stunned the three of them. His two legs formed a stable line in a standing state. What kind of flexibility and core strength are required to make this movement? Actions.

"Fan's tendons are strong, but it doesn't mean he's not flexible enough."

Jing Jingren said: "There is no retreat, kill!"

He and Yuanfei Sunyue continued to attack left and right with hammers in hand, while Ye Xiuping attacked head-on with fists and kicks.

Fan Zhuoyuan moved flexibly with boxing footwork, like a butterfly wearing flowers, easily dodging the attacks of Jin Jingjing and Sarutobi Riyue.

Even counterattacked and suppressed with a swift and incomparable jab, the wind of the punch alone had already made the two of them face pain, how dare they fight hard.

And the jab is fast, eighteen shadows can stab out in one breath!

How can you avoid such a stormy punch without predicting it in advance?
Jin Jingjing has rich experience in actual combat. With his early perception of danger, he can barely dodge, but this also makes it difficult for him to use his offensive.

After all, the hammer in his hand is not the Taidao he is used to. The center of gravity of the hammer is too forward, making it extremely difficult to control. The strike method of this kind of blunt weapon must be wide open and close, and it is not possible to use small and flexible moves with a high hit rate.

When faced with Fan Zhuoyuan's flexible footwork and violent jab suppression, it was difficult to perform.

Yuan Fei Sun and Moon also missed the attack for a long time, so they attacked forcefully in a hurry, first disrupting Fan Zhuoyuan's vision and perception with the fire escape technique.

Then, using the method of split body, divide one into three, and attack Fan Zhuoyuan in a surprise attack.

But the main body flew into the air, and quietly raised the hammer from the top of Fan Zhuoyuan's head and smashed it out.

It was a blow that was expected to hit, but in the end, Fan Zhuoyuan kicked all three phantoms out of their original scarecrow shapes.

The hammer he smashed down in the air was too noisy, and Fan Zhuoyuan dodged it sideways, followed by a jab like a storm.

Sarutobi Riyue opened his eyes wide and tried his best to dodge, dodging most of the punches, but he was still hit twice!

Immediately, his cheekbones were shattered and half of his teeth fell out. If Jingjing Jin hadn't swung his hammer to rescue Fan Zhuoyuan in time, forcing Fan Zhuoyuan to slide back, he would have confessed on the spot.

"Scary...scary..."

Sarutobi Sun Moon was in a state of confusion, instinctively said these two words one after another, and there was no trace of fighting intent in his bloodshot eyes.

An enemy who can carry and fight very fast, with almost no weaknesses in his body, how can he not be scary?
It was only then that Kagai Jinya realized that this person did not give his best in the castle tower last time, and he was even fighting against him with a playful mentality.

Ye Xiufang had been chasing Fan Zhuoyuan to attack, but the opponent's gliding was too flexible, and he didn't even touch the opponent's shadow when he deliberately didn't fight with him.

At this moment, Ye Xiuping was full of shame and anger, roared angrily, and pressed forward!

Fan Zhuoyuan looked at the other party with sympathy, which angered Ye Xiuping even more.

He exerted the family-inherited cotton palm practice to the extreme, softness becomes firmness, he catapults forward with a frustrated step, superimposing the momentum of the whole body, and at the same time, the internal energy in the meridians surged violently, attacking Fan Zhuoyuan's chest fiercely!
Fan Zhuoyuan's eyes flashed. The height and arm length of the two were very different. Fan Zhuoyuan's arm was equal to the length of the opponent's leg.

He tilted his head slightly, took a step forward to meet him, whoosh, whoosh—the shadow of his fist flashed, and then he heard a series of bang bang bang sounds.

Ye Xiuping's palm strength did not reach his body, and he was punched three times in a row on the head and chest. His whole body was beaten as if he was frozen in midair.

Then Fan Zhuoyuan flicked his whip leg as fast as lightning, hitting Ye Xiuping's waist.

He folded his body and flew out, collapsing several weapon racks, until he hit a big tree in the center of the camp, and he spit out a mouthful of blood and passed out.

At this time, the ninja swordsmen who blocked Fan Zhuoyuan's personal soldiers on the outside were all dead in battle, and many personal soldiers surrounded them in a circle, holding ten-foot spears, and surrounded them layer by layer towards the middle.

Such a forest of guns, no matter what kind of expert can imagine being against it!
Fan Zhuoyuan looked at the remaining two, and said calmly, "Surrender or die."

The assassination plan has been declared a failure, and even the chaos in the front camp has gradually ceased. Presumably, the souls of the [-] dead soldiers who came in at night have returned to heaven.

Kagami Jin thought so...

He supported Sarutobi Sun and Moon, and they looked at each other.

Sarutobi Sun and Moon smiled wryly and said: "There is no other way, I misestimated this person's strength."

"This is my responsibility." Jin Jingjing tightly held the hammer in his hand, which was the only weapon he could rely on.

Sarutobi Sun and Moon suddenly said: "Kigai-kun, you are the best fighter I have ever seen. If anyone in Japan has the hope of killing this man, I am afraid that you are the only one."

"Sarutobi Sun and Moon..."

"So, live on for me! Take revenge for us!"

As he said that, he violently circulated his inner energy and threw Kagami Ren outward.

Jin Jingjing was surprised, only to see that Sarutobi Riyue ripped off his clothes violently, revealing several thunderbolts hidden inside, and then ignited them with a fire-breathing technique, and rushed towards Fan Zhuoyuan!

Such an accident, unexpected.

Fan Zhuoyuan opened his eyes wide, but the expression on his face remained unchanged. The soldiers yelled for him to retreat, but Fan Zhuoyuan took two steps forward, and put his foot firmly on the roaring Sarutobi Sun and Moon's chest.

This kick not only crushed his breastbone and shattered his internal organs, but also kicked him into a distant open space.

Several thunderbolts bound to his body exploded fiercely, smashing his body to pieces.

At this moment, Jin Jingjing, enduring the intense pain in his heart with a firm and resolute will, rushed towards the mountain forest outside the barracks.

Fan Zhuoyuan looked at his back coldly, and swung his arms heavily towards him.

Dozens of scouts who are good at night fighting and not weak in martial arts followed immediately!

(End of this chapter)