บท 160: Traces of the Golden Scale Picture (2)

Boom!

Cheng Shilu smashed the hammer down with all his might, and the tiles under Ye Jingtang's feet immediately shattered, leaving two pits.

Ye Jingtang's entire body was smashed down an inch, but his figure didn't sway at all.

?!

Shock flashed in Cheng Shilu's eyes. He didn't expect the opponent's 'thin and weak' body to be able to withstand his hammer smash. He immediately wanted to do it again.

But Ye Jingtang didn't give him a chance. He gripped the spear in his right hand and stabbed it at Cheng Shilu's armpit while grabbing the long hammer with his left hand and pulling hard.

Crack!

The tip of the spear pierced into flesh again.

Cheng Shilu pulled hard, but Ye Jingtang didn't let go. He didn't dare to let go of the Black Qilin Spear, so he charged forward with the two weapons like a bull.

"Haa!"