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Chapter 958: Young Master, take the sword!

 Wu Jinglei's heart was filled with panic and subconscious suspicion, and he turned around with a bit of fear, interrupting his offensive.

At the same time, on the other side, directly facing Lu Feng, who was facing the giant hammer, a heavy muffled sound suddenly came out.

Wu Jinglei cast his gaze and couldn't help but secretly breathed a sigh of relief, 'What kind of strength are you hiding? You're so nervous for nothing!'

At this moment, Lu Feng looked a little embarrassed. He held his hand across his chest to resist the giant hammer that was deflected and sent flying. The long sword had been bent by the shock.

He underestimated the huge power attached to the giant hammer, or misjudged the strength he could exert in his current situation.

As a result, the long sword failed to deflect the giant hammer, and was subsequently destroyed. He also received a stifling blow to his chest, which almost caused him to lose his breath.

Wu Jinglei dodged and took the giant hammer that was knocked away after hitting Lu Feng. He held one in each hand, and as he collided wildly, a proud smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "How about this purple gold hammer, I think it has two brushes!"

Lu Feng took advantage of the gap and breathed a sigh of relief. He had to admit that Wu Jinglei was indeed much stronger than Lin Wanshan and his ilk. Without this Pu Xuan Formation, Lu Feng asked himself that with the strength he had shown at this stage, he would really have nothing against Wu Jinglei.

Method.

"Young Master, take the sword!"

Not far away, Lin Wanshan threw his 'Luan Ying Sword'.

This scene couldn't help but make Lin Jinran and the other three people on one side widen their eyes with disbelief on their faces.

Others don't know it, but they who grew up under the same roof know best that Lin Wanshan has a very serious 'germophobia'. He hates others touching his sword the most in his life. Let alone borrowing it, even if he touches it, he still has to do it.

It was a bit of a fuss.

When Lin Manjiang pulled out Luan Ying's sword while playing around, Lin Wanshan suddenly turned against him and almost made a move.

But now, Lin Wanshan took the initiative and threw Luan Ying's sword out.

How could they not be surprised?

Lin Wanshan felt the suspicious looks of the three of them, and coughed awkwardly, "I just returned his favor! I don't want him to lose too badly and lose the face of our Lin family!"

Lu Feng took the sword and drew it out, and a cold light flashed across Wu Jinglei's eyes.

"This sword is just right!" Wu Jinglei nodded seriously, and then said proudly: "But it's still far worse than my purple gold hammer, but you have to protect it well and don't get bent by me again.

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Lu Feng subconsciously glanced at where Lin Wanshan was.

But when Lin Wanshan heard Wu Jinglei's words, there was no trace of worry or distress on his face, and there was only a peaceful and calm smile.

For him, from the moment he decided to throw the sword to Lu Feng, he was already mentally prepared for it to be damaged.

Lu Feng solemnly clenched the sword in his hand and once again faced Wu Jinglei's fierce and domineering offensive.

The collision between the long sword and the giant hammer erupted with bursts of clanging sounds, and sparks shot out from the intersection.

Fortunately, Lin Wanshan's Luan Ying sword was of good quality. If it had been replaced with the one Lu Feng had prepared casually before, it would have been filled with gaps and even broken during the collision.

Even though it was Luan Ying's sword, after such a high-intensity collision, some of the details of the sword's body had also been left with a lot of obvious wear and tear.

boom!

Wu Jinglei took a few steps back due to a strong collision, raised his hand and pointed at the lower end of the right clavicle of his shoulder with the handle of the hammer, and shouted: "Back then, you cooperated with that guy Lin Lifeng to stab my Jianjing point. Today, I have to kill you."

Not one arm!"

Lu Feng smiled coldly and proudly: "I was able to stab you back then, and I can do the same today!"

Wu Jinglei scolded angrily, "Then let me see your progress in the past three years!"

With that said, he raised his hammers high and charged forward again.

Lu Feng glanced at the scarred Luan Ying Sword in his hand, and knew that if he continued to fight like before, even though the opponent's energy was consumed and his flaws were exposed, the sword would definitely be broken by the hammers after repeated resistance.

If we don’t fight a protracted war, we can no longer remain passive and must take the initiative!

While thinking about it, Xiao Zhanhua's sword technique was used again.

Sword flowers burst out from the blade of Luan Ying's sword, forming sharp sword energy barriers to meet Wu Jinglei's incoming hammers.

Wearing flowers and brushing willows, Begonia is startled!

The first form of the Little Burial Flower Sword Technique, in addition to circumventing many enemies, also has another level of performance, which is to create a sword force that permeates the whole body, making the enemy tired

To dodge while walking.

"What a swordsmanship!" Wu Jinglei was startled, but he didn't look panic at all. He smiled and said, "Just look at me defeating all kinds of swordsmanship!"

The moment he finished speaking, the giant hammer in his right hand was released and he swung it towards Lu Feng's sword, heading towards his face.

However, his figure did not even pause. At the moment when the giant hammer was thrown, Wu Jinglei's left and right hands had already intertwined, and both hands were holding the giant hammer in his left hand.

Three steps away from Lu Feng, he jumped up, held the hammer in both hands in mid-air, and struck towards Lu Feng's head like he was splitting a mountain and digging into the ground.

boom!

The first giant hammer penetrated the layers of sword force and swept out waves of energy.

Lu Feng raised his long sword in his hand and sent the giant hammer flying in an arc, but Wu Jinglei's attack from above, which was like a mountain sitting down, was unavoidable.

Seeing this scene, Lu Feng couldn't help but secretly praise that Wu Jinglei's hammer play was indeed quite impressive. The cooperation between his left and right hands was already overwhelming.

If he hadn't been restrained by the giant hammer he was swinging first, Lu Feng would have definitely avoided Wu Jinglei's volley.

But because he was briefly restrained by the first giant hammer, he missed the best opportunity to dodge.

If you dodge at this moment, you will inevitably be hurt by the giant hammer on your back.

We can only resist!

Lin Wuhu's face showed a bit of solemnity at this time, and he obviously saw that Lu Feng was at a disadvantage in the battle.

Although Zhong Sanxiao was somewhat dignified, after seeing Lu Feng's previous attainments in swordsmanship, he still had some confidence in the latter, knowing that the latter would never reach this level.

At that moment, he also lectured Lin Wanshan and the other four people peacefully.

"Understand the cooperation between Wu Jinglei's two hammers. This kind of use has many similarities with your double wood swordsmanship, so we can learn from it."

The faces of Lin Wanshan and the others suddenly showed serious expressions, and they could understand what Zhong Sanxiao said. Although Wu Jinglei was only one person at this moment, the skillful use of the two hammers in his hands made him seem to have an extra helper.

Wu Jinglei's fighting style was originally biased toward bulkiness and brute force. This type of soul master generally had difficulty dealing with opponents with dexterity and speed, and would face the embarrassment of having nowhere to use his strength. However, with the clever control of his double hammers, he was able to

It allowed him to carve out a martial arts path of his own.

Just like Lu Feng at the moment, he was restricted by the giant hammer and became a living target. Even if he had good physical skills in his hands, he would hardly have a good chance to display them.

Like a nail driven into wood, I can only wait eagerly for the giant hammer from above to fall.


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