The blacksmith looked at the golden bell cover around him and frowned slightly, without any other expressions.

He is a powerful man above the fifth grade of the Holy Realm. Although he can only make irons, it does not prevent him from gathering powerful spiritual power. Sometimes, this kind of power can make up for the weakness in martial arts.

The hammer was not separated from him. There was also an iron chain in his hand. The end of the chain connected the end of the hammer, making it even more strange.

The scholar had a bad feeling that the other party should not be suppressed so easily, and his resistance should not be so painless.

The longer the time, the weaker the ability of Kim Jong, he will launch the next attack when Kim Jong is still at the top and completely kill this damn blacksmith.

"Three talents gather together, and the sky thunder is coming."

The golden bell automatically makes a heavy sound, and this sound like being hit by lightning is like a knife cut on the body, which is hard to defend against.

The blacksmith's ears were bleeding and the corners of his mouth, but this did not prevent him from doing what he was going to do next.

"The wind blows and the clouds fly, how can you get a strong man to guard all directions!"

The blacksmith was shouting, and the iron chain in his hand was swinging quickly, causing the extremely heavy hammer to rotate wildly with itself as the core.

The hammer is still the same hammer, but its power is no longer simply using brute force to smash it hard. At this moment, the strong airway, like a tornado, directly collided with the Golden Bell.

The impact sound at this time was duller than ever, and in addition to the crisp sound of fragments scattered in the air.

In the sixth year of Tianfengchun, a blacksmith slowly walked out of the fog. His waist was hunched over and it was more difficult than ever before.

The blacksmith's eyes, ears, and mouth were bleeding. Except for the legs that could stagger, no other place was intact.

He was walking, walking towards the iron shop. After all, it was the place where he had lived for half his life. Even though he had no cultivation, he still felt that he should go to that place.

The blacksmith is very stubborn. He is moving forward independently. Even if he does not have any sense, his heart is still there, so he can recognize the way home.

"Hmph, an immortal, who is still alive. Today I will let you go to hell."

The scholar was relatively mildly injured in the sword formation. He did not lie on the ground like others, but looked at the blacksmith with a vicious look.

Without the sword formation, he is still a superb warrior. He still has a sword in his hand, which is too easy for a useless man whose meridians have broken.

Just as the scholar was about to attack, the old man who was guarding the eyes of the formation raised his hand to block the scholar.

"Mr. Yao, what are you doing?"

"He is already a useless person, so let him go!"

He is also a person who does not show up in Xihai City and a strong man who enters the holy realm, so he can understand the mood of some blacksmiths at this moment.

"Hmph, since Mr. Yao said this, I naturally have nothing to say. Everyone, go back."

The scholar did give up what he wanted to do now, but in the eyes he showed for a moment, he could see that the other party was definitely a vengeful guy.

The drizzle in the sky in the city began to fall again. This time it was different. It was not mixed with human power, but simply condensed by nature.

It seems to be regretting the fall of a powerful man who entered the holy realm. In terms of Xia Chenglong, this is a good thing, because it is of great benefit to conceal their whereabouts.

There were many secret whistles on the road. Heihu endured the pain in his body and was clearing the obstacles. For example, the old man in front of him with a straw straw hat, he was also a guy who stepped into the saint with half a foot.

An stood, tears falling from the sky, rain falling together, blending into this land full of memories and dirty, it seemed too indifferent.

The old man in the silk man held a sword in his hand, and he did not send any signal because in the other party's consciousness, those who could come out of the Sancai Sword Formation would become very weak.

The facts proved that as imagined, the Black Tiger was indeed seriously injured, so that the Black Tiger could not even catch the opponent's random attack at almost the same level.

As for the two people behind him, one of them was crying and had no combat power in his grief. The other one had no spiritual power fluctuations, and it was probably a useless person.

Xia Chenglong had conducted a survey before. The warriors were clearly the top survivors in the world, but they were also the group with the largest death base. The most important factor among them was that they were too blind and arrogant.

"I'm very sorry, please stay!"

"Bah, you also want our king to stay, and don't see what you are?"

Heihu spoke, rubbing the blood from the corner of his mouth roughly with his sleeves, and clenched the dagger in his hand again, preparing to fight with this guy.

Just as he was about to take action, he was stopped by the hand on his shoulder. No one except the Dragon King had such qualifications.

"king?"

"I'll do it!" Xia Chenglong said clearly.

This is a somewhat bold decision. From now on, the Dragon King of Beihai will no longer be low-key. Sometimes some battles require clear meaning. When the blacksmith walks to the blacksmith shop lonely, this meaning appears.

"Boy, you are not my opponent, so let that guy come!"

Xia Chenglong did not take the sword, but just walked towards the other party. His pace was very stable, which means that things were still in his control.

The old man in the straw hat drew his sword. His sword was not as rotten as his body, very fast, so he was very strong. But in the eyes of the God Realm, Superman is really an ant existence. The easiest way to deal with such people is to kill them in seconds.

Thinking of this, Xia Chenglong did this, clamped the other party's sword body, and then gently printed his palm on his chest.

"puff……"

The old man with straw raincoat had completely collapsed and he lay heavily beside the wall, and he had no strength to speak.

"It didn't take such a hard time to kill you, but I'm very sorry. One of my friends was seriously injured just now, which made me very sad. So if you want to kill someone, it's your luck that you appear. Don't be sad about it."

Xia Chenglong looked down at the other party and said a lot, proving that he was really unhappy at this moment.

"Ahem cough cough..."

The old man in the straw hat was coughing, and blood was spraying out from his mouth. He didn't understand why the other party was not injured and didn't understand what kind of friend actually made the other party so angry?

Regrets usually lead to sadness after an accident. He regrets that he did not send a signal when he found these people, but came alone with a self-righteous attitude.

But all of this will soon be unwilling to care about him, after all, he is about to die.

The three of them slowly disappeared in the rain, and the old man in the straw straw hat was still lying on the ground, feeling pain in his heart and lungs, which means that he can still enjoy the charm of nature for a moment.

"Where are people, where are their people?"

The scholar shook the old man in the straw hat and chased him for half an hour, and finally found clues, but he didn't expect that this would be the result.

The old man wanted to raise his hand and pointed his arms too heavy. After thinking about it, he would just forget it. Perhaps it was a pleasure to watch the drizzle of rain leaving like this with his eyes open.

The scholar gave up asking and helped close the old man's eyes. After all, he still wanted to be the scholar in everyone's eyes.
Chapter completed!