At this time, Han Yun was surrounded by several layers of khaki tortoise shell shields, holding a dark metal sledgehammer in his hands.
As for the jade fracture fan held in his hand earlier, it was turned into powder in the first round of collision between the two sides.
That folding fan was extremely expensive. He spent nearly a thousand spiritual stones to buy it half a month ago.
There are two reasons for buying it.
First, Han Yun took a fancy to the wind blade skill branded on the folding fan, which was silent when activated and was extremely suitable for sneak attacks.
The second reason is to use it to replace the jade flute in his hand.
Both the jade flute and the paper fan have one characteristic, that is, when Han Yun holds them in his hands and plays with them, they can establish the image of a gentleman with fluttering white clothes and jade trees in the wind when he is in front of the disciples of Lingxin Valley.
Although those jade flutes are valuable, they are not magic weapons. They are extremely brittle and can be crushed with a little force.
Some time ago, Han Yun pinched several strings in succession due to various reasons.
Even though he was relatively wealthy, he couldn't afford such trouble.
In order to prevent this from happening again and stop wasting Wuwei's money, he deliberately replaced the ordinary jade flute with the magic jade fracture fan.
He originally thought that this folding fan, as a magic weapon, must be tough enough to stay with him for a long time.
But I never expected that, only half a month after I had it, and before I had time to polish it, this folding fan would go the way of its predecessor, the Jade Flute.
In fact, this cannot be blamed on the poor quality of the folding fan.
Except for the magic weapons specially used for defense and the magic weapons cultivated by monks with their own essence and blood, other magic weapons are basically unable to withstand a full blow from monks of the same level.
Although the four of Sikong Yueling did not use all their strength before, they joined forces.
Under such a level of bombardment, it is normal for the folding fan to end up like this.
Han Yun's spiritual root is the earth spiritual root, and the dark sledgehammer he is holding in his hands is his real magic weapon.
Its image looks very heavy and powerful.
But it really doesn’t match his usual elegant image in white clothes.
This sledgehammer was too detrimental to the image he had established among the disciples of Lingxin Valley.
If it weren't for a life-and-death fight, he would usually not use it.
And now, it is this critical moment.
Sikong Yueling and the four others, after using their strength to jump out of the battlefield, landed steadily in the four directions of Han Yun, still in a situation of encirclement.
Although their losses were far less than that of Han Yun, they each took out the elixirs to replenish their spiritual power from their jade bracelets and drank them.
After all, this is a life-and-death fight, so we can't take it lightly. We can't leave the slightest chance to our opponents.
After a brief breath adjustment, the spiritual energy fluctuations in the four people returned to their peak state.
Through the previous brief confrontation, they had roughly figured out Han Yun's specific combat power at this time.
After looking at each other, the four of them nodded, and their momentum exploded again.
According to the situation set at the beginning, they each performed their duties and attacked Han Yun again in a tacit understanding.
Han Yun, on the other hand, roared angrily and stepped forward not to be outdone.
The two sides collided again.
This time, the four of them did not hold back at all, and directly exploded with all their strength.
Under this offensive, Han Yun was beaten back steadily. In just three breaths, the white clothes on his body were cut to pieces by the random airflow and turned into rags. strip.
He looks just like a beggar.
Maintaining his own image seems to have become Han Yun's obsession.
Although he was holding a sledgehammer before, he was still dressed appropriately.
When he saw that he was beaten like this, his eyes instantly turned red.
"Ahhhhh..." He roared like a wild beast in his throat, and the muscles on his body bulged.
In the blink of an eye, his physique changed from the slightly frail scholar appearance at the beginning to a muscular man on par with Lei Xinghe.
Seeing this scene, Ji Miaofu, who had been paying attention to Han Yun, took the lead to remind:
"Everyone, be careful, he looks like this, he must have activated some kind of secret method to enhance his strength!"
Sikong Yueling was on the outer periphery, responsible for fighting with Han Yun's spiritual skills, but she didn't feel much.
Ye Song and Lei Xinghe, who were responsible for the close combat, felt the pressure suddenly soar.
At the beginning, the two of them joined forces and could easily resist the bombardment of the dark sledgehammer in Han Yun's hand.
But now, Han Yun actually smashed the two people who were jointly resisting hundreds of steps away with just one hammer.
"What a heavy hammering. His muscle strength at this time has at least doubled compared to before..."
After Ye Song and Lei Xinghe staggered to a stop, they looked at each other and saw the shock in each other's eyes.
Feeling the stiffness and numbness in their arms and the dull pain in their chests, they knew that at this point in time, they could no longer push forward forcefully.
We have to find a way to get through this wave first.
The two of them retreated at the same time, and shouted to the girl in green who was constantly releasing spiritual skills on the outside and bombarding Han Yun:
"Senior Sister Yueling, in the next short period of time, it's up to you..."
The girl nodded expressionlessly:
"I will block him, and you should seize the time to recover."
While saying this, Sikong Yueling waved his hands in front of him at the same time, drawing several mysterious and mysterious lines.
The heavy rain that was pouring between the sky and the earth suddenly froze in mid-air.
Kakaka's voice sounded, and the raindrops were instantly frozen, and then quickly gathered together under the guidance of the girl's gestures. In the blink of an eye, they formed a crystal clear nine-clawed ice dragon that was dozens of feet long.
After the ice dragon took shape, under the control of the girl, it circled in mid-air, with the direction of the dragon's head firmly locked on Han Yun.
The figure with bulging muscles all over the body below, with blood-red eyes, stared at the giant thing in the air, and the roar like a beast was still squeezed out of its throat.
Although Han Yun looked like a wild beast that had lost his mind at this time, in fact, it was not like that.
This is just a side effect of the secret technique. His thinking is actually very clear.
He could clearly feel that his chest was filled with extremely violent emotions.
But this emotion is still under the control of reason.
When he swings the sledgehammer, he can choose to burst out this emotion simultaneously, allowing his body to release the ultimate power that has been hidden.
This kind of power, combined with Han Yun's initial strength in the crystallization realm, can directly blast a large pit with a diameter of about a hundred steps if it hits the ground.
It was normal for Ye Song and Lei Xinghe to lose strength for a while after receiving such a blow head-on.
However, this secret method of forcibly improving one's own strength is destined to not last long.
With Han Yun's strength at this time, he could only swing three strikes at most.
