C10

The next morning, the deacon of the Pingyuan Palace, Han Congan, changed into a blue warrior suit. He went out to look at himself in the mirror and found that his appearance was indeed extraordinary.

The moment I thought about how I would have to fight with that birdman Sun Ji later on, if he could, he would definitely beat the other party like a pig's head to quell the hatred in my heart. Upon thinking of how the other party was beaten to such a state that he vomited blood and his face was swollen, Zhang Xuan felt a little agitated.

However, this person just couldn't wait all the way until sunset. There wasn't a single ghost to be seen. This person can still happily play around in the future. He actually dares to put his pigeon away. Do you think that you're Qin Yue'er?

Han Congan raised his thick eyebrows and said with a sudden change in expression, "Bullsh * t!" How come I've never heard of you before? Where's that cowardly turtle Sun Ji? Hurry up and call him out to die! Yesterday, they clearly said that they would fight at the Immortal Assembling Pavilion, but when the matter arrived, the person hiding in front of them had already gone into hiding. What did he mean? Don't give me an explanation today! Don't blame us for being impolite. "I'm not afraid to tell you that my temper is very bad. If I were to slap anyone, even your grandfather would not be able to do anything."

The brawny man, Tong Meng, was furious. He had never seen such a brazen and shameless person, so he swung the two large bronze hammers and pointed at his nose as he scolded, "Sun Ji is not here today. Your Grandpa Tong is. You dare to come here and act so atrociously without even looking at who's territory this is? Do you really think we're all dead people?! "Go to hell!"

He used all his strength to run. In a few strides, he was already in front of Han Congan. He lifted his heavy hammer and swung it in the air, causing a humming sound to ring out, causing everyone's ears to go numb.

Han Congan wasn't going to waste time on words. He took a big stride forward with the law enforcement staff in his hand and chopped off his head and face.

Weapons clashed, creating a series of bangs. It was so shocking that it made people irritable. Their ears hurt, and they quickly retreated a few steps. This time, Han Congan used a long staff, and with his agile body, he relied on his youth to walk lightly, using a fighting style. On one hand, he let the opponent be exhausted, and on the other hand, he used up all of his physical strength.

Tong Meng was also a veteran who had been in the killing fields for a long time. Once he saw through the other party's intentions, he did not even make a move. That fierce and overbearing copper hammer was like a lightning bolt, striking the web of his palm and causing him to suffer a loss.

Han Congan was greatly shaken by this fierce strike. He felt a headache coming on as he decisively changed his strategy. Relying on his agility, he continuously swam forward and stopped fighting with his opponent. He then attacked Han Congan's weak points.

Such a sinister and unexpected move was truly hard to defend against. With just a moment of carelessness, he had been hit on the arm. The pain made Tong Meng flustered. He had taken the bold and fierce route, how could he resist the opponent's cunning tactics. Using his own strength to attack the commander of the group was just asking for trouble.

Tong Meng had a lot of experience. He saw through the opponent's intention and no longer attacked blindly. He immediately pulled back his line of defense to protect his vital parts and retaliated whenever he had the chance, ruthlessly striking the opponent's weapon.

One had to know that his copper hammer was clearly stronger than his opponent's iron rod. Its killing power was even greater. If he struck his opponent a few more times, the opponent's hand would definitely be in extreme pain. In this situation, the scales that balanced victory and defeat against his repeated blows would surely tilt towards him.

Han Congan was meticulous and had already noticed the change in the opponent's offense and defense. The other party's appearance was very rough, and his movements made others look at him more highly. The long rod was like an arrow that was aimed at his vitals and constantly attacked them.

The hall master of Pingyuan Palace, General Wu Hu, brought a group of people from the Fortune Pavilion and crossed the Yangtze River. After they got on the shore, they marked their destination with their flags. They didn't take long to arrive at Wang Tie-jun's mansion. He had never thought that there would be a fierce battle between a dragon and a tiger here.

Looking over, his face slightly changed, just in time to see his trusted aide Han Juanyun fighting to his heart's content. His opponent, however, was the famous guard, "Raging Tone Fire" Tong Meng. The pair of hammers weighed over two hundred jin in his hands were like a child's toy as they seemed to be extremely easy to handle. They were completely lifeless, causing everyone to be dumbstruck. He did not say a word as he silently observed the already intense battle.

Tong Meng's strength was unfathomable. He would meet force with force whenever he had the chance, and would soon be able to send his weapon flying. Seeing the situation, Han Li knew that things weren't going well.

After the time it took to make a cup of tea, the battle between the two had reached its climax.

Han Juren was almost struck by Tong Meng's heavy hammer, causing him to cough up blood. He staggered and almost fell to the ground. When Tong Meng saw this, he was overjoyed. He knew that the other party was about to be unable to hold him back, so he took a big stride and charged forward to take his dog life. Unexpectedly, Han Congan seemed to be prepared. When he got close enough, he suddenly somersaulted and the two sticks smashed down viciously.

Tong Meng hurriedly raised his hammer to meet the enemy, but it was barely enough to block the steel pole, so he opened the door wide for a moment. As for that Han Congan, he reacted quickly and pushed himself forward using the communication device. His legs viciously kicked at the vital points on his abdomen. No matter how much strength he put into these two kicks, they left him with no choice but to kneel.