The fireworks celebration on New Year's Day has ended, and the gatherings are separated, or go for a late-night snack before going home. After a moment, we will follow the street where the large crowds of people watching the fireworks disperse.

Dongfang Xu, who returned from an office south of the Yangtze River, led the members of the group to pass by.

The street scene outside the car continued to be lively. Some of the discrete crowds stood by the roadside and greeted their relatives and friends waiting to get in the car or gathered together to discuss where to have some midnight snacks, but Dongfang Xu didn't feel like watching it much at the moment.

Just now, the energy detector issued an early warning that exceeded the danger value, and he was rushing there.

In this emerging city, there are more than 20 natural awakening psychics, but they all have been registered in the Commuter Bureau, and their own energy levels are not at risk at all. In other words, most of them are ordinary psychics between the first and second levels. Usually, as long as they do not commit any crime, the Commuter Bureau will not focus too much on them.

"Deputy team leader, this time, will it be caused by the Magneto or Electric Python, under Xia Yi, fighting with others?"

When someone asked this question, Dongfang Xu closed his eyes for a while. He turned around and looked at the female deputy beside him and asked the other party softly.

“…Why couldn’t it be caused by Xia Yi?”

Soon, a small truck with a ragged car box appeared in front of him. Two business cars stopped, and the door opened in a "stop" in succession. Eight members of the operation team followed Dongfang Xu and walked over quickly. Through the window, he saw the fat man and Ma Bang sitting inside, and his eyes also followed the two of them.

By the lights of the truck.

The broken scratches were on the wall like graffiti, several street lights broke and collapsed, and half of them were inserted into nearby walls. The road surface was bumpy, and the upper part of a car had collapsed, with glass residue and cracked bricks everywhere.

The whole street is in chaos.

Inside the truck, Zhao Dezhu quickly lowered the window and whispered to Dongfang Xu who was standing there: "Hey, there are snipers on the roof over there, be careful."

Behind Dongfang Xu, deputy Cai Zhao, with three team members, rushed to the entrance and exit below the building with weapons. He led the remaining people to stand near the front of the car, looked at the middle of the street, and hooked his fingers to the people behind.

"Leave three people behind, and the rest go around the opposite side, don't let that island country assassin run away."

"That Xia Yi..."

"Don't worry!"

Someone tried to persuade him, but when he saw the team leader's expression, he finally left with the others with orders.

Then, Dongfang Xu turned his face and heard a loud thud from the side, and his eyelids twitched. It was hard to imagine what was hitting the ground.

In an instant, someone flew across his eyes.

On the long street, a huge hammer faintly spread out the wind and thunder, and the wreckage of the road flying all over the sky was lifted out along with the Yuxi Pool. Its body returned and fell in the air. Xia Yi's figure in front of him was advancing head-on like a chariot.

The two knives in the gap collided countless times with the hammer that was swung. In the eyes of others, it was so fast that it was difficult to see clearly. Every time it made a sound of stabbing people's eardrums.

Xia Yi held the drum-beating gold and blocked half of his body. As the blade slashed, he pushed forward with a sudden step, and forced the Yuxichi pool toward the middle of the street with a bang. He waved his arm and the drum-beating gold swept out the sound of wind and thunder and hit the opponent.

"Come on—"

The Imperial Sink moved back and forth, and the knife in his hand finally blocked it. The crisp sound of the blade came out of his hand. When it flew into the sky, it turned into debris and flew around and sprinkled.

With a simple external force competition, he could not compare with the enemy in front of him. He had to keep moving backwards, and the other party followed closely, giving him no chance to breathe.

Xia Yi's eyes were scarlet and his steps were pressing. Each foot was pressed down on the ground with the weight of a hammer, making a dull sound of walking. He waved the drum gold with one hand, and the falling blade fragments were rolled in the wind and brought them out together.

The inside of the hammer is a stone ball carved from the big bluestone in the mountains. In order to save trouble, Lu Mingfei dripped a layer of flexible aluminum alloy as a buffer for swinging. A thick layer of steel was poured on the outside, weighing three or four hundred kilograms.

The front of a car parked on the roadside exploded under the swinging hammer. He blocked the fragments in front of the imperial sink and retreated in a panic. He was looking for opportunities.

Relatively speaking, this kind of heavy weapon has a shortcoming speed, and it can be fatal in one blow just by finding a short gap.

At one moment, when the waving hammer fell and broke the street lamp next to him, his step back suddenly stopped, and the tip of the knife looked for the moment when the hammer was old.

The spark jumped, and his rushing force was smashed back in the next second.

Xia Yi stepped down to the ground with a bang, dragging the tired iron hammer up with the backhand of his stepping out, and his body turned with the heavy weapon. The leather shoes on his feet twisted and cracked on the ground with two puffs, and his body was connected to the giant hammer. He dragged the hammer, and the hammer also pulled him, just like a huge electric fan blade.

Rotate wildly.

可以可...

... … 生游!

The weak knife blocked the rotating hammer, and Mars shot wildly. He had to stabilize the sink before the sink, but it was impossible. His arms holding the hilt were shaking in the hammer, and the corners of his mouth were grinning at this moment, and he shouted, "Ahhhhhhh--".

The resistant knife also broke into several pieces in front of the hammer that was constantly smashing, and flew out all over. He spread the knife handle in front of the Yuxiao pond and was about to fly sideways. At the same time, Xia Yi walked forward and stopped his body, whistling and swung over, and the drum-beating gold that had been beaten out suddenly in his hands.

He waved a roar toward his slightly slanted body.

There was no time to react in front of the Yuhuan sink, so he gritted his teeth and raised his left arm and pressed it on it, slapped it out with a palm.

boom!

The flesh and blood figure flew more than eight meters away in the waving hammer. He threw the street edge on the other side from the middle of the road, hitting the wall hard, and printing a blood mark.

On the ground, the bloody body twisted, revealing a face covered with sticky blood. The Prajna mask shattered in the air in that blow. Before, it used a gecko to cushion the hammer that hit it with an arm, otherwise it would be smashed to death on the spot.

In front of the Yuxidian pool, the bone in his left arm was twisted and broken, and the white and white broken hole was exposed to the air, leaving only a little skin connected, and did not fall completely.

The whole body and clothes were also in that blow, shaking and cracking, dense blood beads oozing out of the skin, and severe pain came from the internal organs, and probably had shifted.

It's like being hit by a speeding train.

He could not imagine that even those who practiced internal kung fu or those who had seen abilities who were good at power would not be able to take a hammer of three or four hundred kilograms and swing such a terrifying force.

"This guy is no longer human..."

Thinking in front of the Yuhua Pool, he looked in a daze, and in the dark, the slender and agile figure slowly came over. The hammer dragged it to the road and pulled out some sparks.

Xia Yi took a weapon beside him and threw it over.

"It's great to be able to take the next hammer from the front and never die. You pick up the weapon and we'll fight it again!"

The extremely heavy drum beating gold was lifted in his hand, as if he was a little impatient, and the hammer was hammered on the ground, the surrounding walls, street lights, and vehicles were all buzzing in this vibration.

Xia Yi roared at him: "Pick it up-"

Then, he suddenly reached out and grabbed the other party and lifted it up.

In the distance, Dongfang Xu came back to his senses from his stunned gaze, ran towards this side, accelerated, and ran wildly.

"Stay alive..."

Before he could finish his words, the distorted figure on the other end of his vision was thrown into the sky. Xia Yi let go of the drum beating gold and grabbed both feet in the air with both hands.

"You can't fight anymore, just die--"

Xia Yi suddenly shouted, tearing his arms left and right, and in the screams of "It hurts-" in front of the imperial sink, he separated from both sides, and blood surged out.

Then, with a puff.

The plasma sprayed out, forming a blood mist, minced meat, internal organs, which were poured on Xia Yi's entire body.

"Who else will come and take me a hammer!!!"

Xia Yi stood in a bloody color, like a demon.

Dongfang Xu stopped, in the distance, Zhou Jin, Magneto, Electric Python, Zhao Dezhu, Ma Bang, etc., all of them looked at the figure standing in the blood mist and couldn't help but tremble slightly.
Chapter completed!