Sword Roaring in the Sky

Chapter 167 Take My Immortal Hammer

Sun Yanwan put Gu Tuoniang down and said, "Someone just bullied Sister Gu. I have to go back and beat him to death."

Sun Yanwan is a broad-minded person and does not allow himself to hold grudges overnight.

He said, "You won't live long today."

Saritu is a person...

He shouldn't have lived a single night!

On the way back, Sun Yanwan had already made up his mind.

Isn’t it just external martial arts, which makes the whole body as hard as steel?

I can stab your eyes, mouth and other vital points, or at worst, I can give you a Thousand Year Kill!

Well, you can’t use Jingchan Lingxi when performing Thousand Year Kill, otherwise these two swords will not be clean.

On the way, Sun Yanwan specially bought two swords. The quality was average, but they were just for use.

After Saritu killed more than ten people, he finally calmed down a little. He sat in a flower hall and asked Fan Lou to bring him some wine as soon as possible.

While Fan Lou sent someone to report to the authorities, he also arranged for some smart people to calm down these vicious people.

Although Fan Lou also hired some martial arts masters to guard his house, the highest among them was only at the level of Ding Feng. How could they resist a vicious monster like Saritu?
Fortunately, there are many experts in the Dalang government, so there is always someone who can take charge of things.

But no one expected that the person who arrived the fastest was Sun Yanwan. He arrived before all of Saritu's dishes were served.

Sun Yanwan exchanged a move with Saritu and realized that his lightness skill was a weakness, so he went straight for his followers, and with both swords outstretched, he killed the five or six meter tall Northern Yan warrior in an instant.

Those who were chosen by Saritu and kept by his side were all famous warriors of Northern Yan, who were brave and invincible in charging into battle.

Dozens of people formed a formation, and even a master of innate skills could resist for a while.

However, they came here to drink and have fun, and most of the Northern Yan warriors' weapons were heavy, and many of them did not carry them with them, so they were killed by Sun Yanwan by surprise.

When Sun Yanwan killed the eighth person, Saritu finally found an opportunity. He punched out, locked onto Sun Yanwan, and hit his Lingxi sword.

Sun Yanwan put away his sword and stepped back slightly, seeing that Saritu's men had already formed a battle formation, it was impossible for him to kill them indiscriminately. He knew that it would be a tough battle next, so he was about to come up with a clever plan to create a flaw where there was no flaw.

Suddenly, he had a strange feeling. With a sudden impulse, he retracted his spirit and thrust out the toad. He exchanged blows with Saritu again. This time, he felt it more clearly and couldn't help but shout, "Why is your strength so average?"

Saritu punched out with all his might, but he didn't expect to be met with such brazen words from this guy. He grinned and said, "Come and test my strength."

Sun Yanwan hesitated for a moment, put away his two swords, got into a stance, and then used a move - Dragon Elephant Prajna!
Saritu was ecstatic when he saw this, and he also punched forward. They fought hard with both fists. Sun Yanwan shook his body and, with the help of the miraculous power of the Ruyi Qiankun Bag, absorbed 50% to 60% of the punch's power. He then used his lightness skills to dissipate 30% to 40% of the punch's power. The remaining punch's power was no longer worth mentioning to him.

Saritu took a step back, his face suddenly filled with surprise. He thought to himself, "How can this skinny and weak kid be proficient in external martial arts? His strength..."

"It seems he's not inferior to me!"

Sun Yanwan was still a little confused at this moment. Why was it that his external martial arts skills were only at the sixth level, and due to his age, his strength was not yet sufficient, but he was only 10% to 20% weaker than Saritu?

This one or two percent gap can be almost closed by the Ruyi Qiankun Bag's miraculous power. He only had one thought in his mind: what tactics are needed?

"Kill him with the Immortal Hammer."

The Ruyi Qiankun Bag's miraculous power restored his energy very quickly, and Sun Yanwan followed with a move of dragon, tiger and leopard. Saritu took another punch and couldn't help but take a step back.

Although Sun Yanwan had promised his Sixth Uncle not to use this style of boxing to show off, how long had it been? Whoever Yin Bailian wanted to kill should have been killed long ago. Immediately, without any scruples, he unleashed the Eighteen Immortal Hammers with full force.

Saritu had never expected that there was such a brutal and domineering boxing style in the world. He took fifteen punches from Sun Yanwan. When the sixteenth move - Fire Dragon Killing the Lord was thrown out, he couldn't catch up with his true energy and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Sun Yanwan was greatly encouraged and launched eight moves of Dragon Elephant Prajna in one breath!
Saritu took the first three moves by force and vomited blood. He took the fourth move and vomited half of his internal organs. He failed to take the fifth move and both his arms were broken. The sixth move broke all his bones and muscles. With the seventh and eighth moves, Sun Yanwan was just venting his anger.

This master who was destined to participate in the battle for the tripod and had a great reputation in Northern Yan was blasted into a tattered bag by Sun Yanwan's hammer, and his complete human form was almost unrecognizable.

Saritu was beaten to death with twenty-four punches. Sun Yanwan was covered in blood, all of which was sprayed by Saritu. With a glance, dozens of Northern Yan warriors were frightened and shouted wildly, turning around and running away.

Sun Yanwan let out a long roar, drew his swords, and chased after him.

If these Northern Yan warriors formed a battle formation, he might really be forced to retreat. The military formation method is indeed the nemesis of most martial arts masters. After all, no matter how high the martial arts skills are, they cannot have three heads and six arms.

But in this kind of long street chase, these Northern Yan warriors were like chickens and ducks.

Sun Yanwan killed the last Northern Yan warrior and had just chased him to an inn when he suddenly felt a pressure and turned around and left without any reluctance.

Sun Yanwan did not delay that day and took everyone away from Luojing.

Before leaving, he specifically returned the two long swords that he had prepared to use to perform the Thousand Year Kill but had not used.

Mahanaye looked at his disciple, who no longer looked like a human, and asked calmly, "You said someone beat my disciple to death with a punch?"

"What a punch!"

"Even this old monk can't see the details."

Kneeling before him was a disheveled Northern Yan warrior and several of Fan Lou's servants, all of whom were trembling with fear.

What happened today was so horrifying that it would be impossible for them not to have nightmares for the rest of their lives.

Mahanaye was sad, as he knew that his disciple was cruel and murderous. He refused to control his temper even when he arrived in Dalang and killed several prostitutes in Jinlou. Although he relied on his status as an envoy from Northern Yan, the victims were prostitutes in the brothel, so according to the law he only had to pay compensation, and thus the matter was suppressed.

Although he had become a master, his potential was exhausted and he was pushed out to pretend to be Alanta and serve as a substitute for his senior brother. He had long known that he had no future and placed all his hopes on this disciple, but today this disciple was beaten to death.

From beginning to end, Mahanaye only asked about the situation at that time and did not ask about the identity of the murderer.

What happened to Sun Yanwan in Fanlou had already spread throughout Luojing. Even Mahanaye knew about it. When he heard that his disciple died in Fanlou, he knew that it must have been Sun Yanwan who did it, so there was no need to ask any more questions.

Waving his hand to let the Northern Yan warriors and several servants of Fan Lou retreat, Mahanaye looked at the remains of his disciple, sat down cross-legged, and silently recited scriptures. He was not praying for his disciple's reincarnation, but to suppress the demons in his heart.

He can't make a move yet.

(End of this chapter)