Roaring, he finally set off and charged up first.

"call!"

The hammer smashed out with a whistling force, with a mighty force, and came out with a bang, and it struck the wind into Lin's head.

And Feng Chenglin is not a fuel-efficient lamp, roaring, the beast-like power exploded, and he unceremoniously greeted the hammer.

Seeing the direction of his punches, his beard laughed disdainfully: "Something that doesn't die..."

Wanting to fight hard with his hammer with a flesh fist is simply overwhelming.

Judging from his experience, even if he can't kill Feng Chenglin when he hits him this time, he is still quite sure to hit him with a broken arm.

In his laughter, Feng Chenglin's fist also hit the hammer.

"boom!"

In the huge impact sound, a rippling wave visible to the naked eye also burst open suddenly and dispersed towards the surroundings.

The people who rushed up behind their beards flew upside down in the burst of air.

"Boom boom!"

In the sound of several landings, a group of people waited to stand up in embarrassment, before falling out.

However, in the next second, they discovered something was wrong--

"what?!"

"what happened!?"

"What about people?!"

The person in their mouth is not Feng Chenglin, but the beard that just shot.

Because in front of them, there is only Fengchenglin without a beard.

And Feng Chenglin was not as embarrassed with a broken arm as they thought.

He stood there quietly, soothing his arms and hands like iron fists, as his hands stretched out and "clicked".

Looking slantingly, a smile suddenly appeared on his face, and he looked at everyone.

"What? Didn't find your little friend?! Turn around..."

Turning his fingertips, he pointed to the people behind him, and his smile became more and more beating.

"There!"

Everyone's hearts sank, and they quickly turned to look.

After knowing a glance, my heart is more like falling into the abyss of invincibility, not looking for decline and feeling of security.

The beard was lying on the ground, motionless, not knowing whether it was death or fire.

As for his sledgehammer, I didn't know where it flew.

And he was holding the hammer's right hand, which was snapped in the opposite direction at this time, and his bones penetrated the flesh and were exposed to everyone's eyes.

"This"

"how is this possible!?"

Although the facts are right in front of them, some people still shook their heads unwillingly to express their disbelief.

In their understanding, even if the beard will fail, it will not be defeated after a single blow

Physically disabled, life and death are unknown.

No matter how bad they are, how many tricks they will always do? !

He didn't think so, he couldn't bear a single move, and he just died.

However, within a second, they withdrew their sanity from their sadness, and stood there with weird faces, looking at each other--

Is it necessary for them to fight again? !

The beard is among the group of them, and the fighting power is top-notch!

But such a top-notch existence, in the hands of others, has not been able to make a move.

If this is replaced by them, I am afraid the result will be even more miserable!

In this case, is it necessary to continue the fight? !

"I said... let's... fight..."

The thin man swallowed dryly, his hand trembling with the weapon, his eyes swept across the crowd, and he tentatively asked.

"Or...not to fight..."

He stubbornly asked, but the others didn't even get a stubborn answer.