Myths Begin From Boys' Gong

Lu Le smiled, not modestly.

"It's a good martial art. I know you have more tricks than this. But no matter what trump card you have today, you can use it. The result is already determined."

After he finished speaking, Lu Le moved, and as he dodged and turned, he left nine shadows on the ground, which were condensed but not dispersed, as if he had created nine clones.

Then, nine incarnations appeared at the same time and attacked Ma Tianyi. Their moves were different, but harmonious in intention, with an aura of annihilating and shattering everything.

Ma Tianyi was injured at the hands, but he was not afraid at all. Or it could be said that at this moment, he had already put life and death aside. His fighting spirit was surging, his punches were short but swift as lightning, and his kicks were as fast as the wind, fierce and powerful.

Almost at the same time, he performed nine martial arts moves and attacked the scattered incarnations. The violent true qi surged and the energy condensed, making a loud bang in the void.

Rocks exploded, the earth's crust trembled, and large areas of loess were turned soft by the aftermath of the battle.

Lu Le had already stepped forward, with the five fingers of both hands flexed and stretched out, bending them like hooks, and his claws and fingers were covered with sharp energy that could tear metal and iron apart.

He swung his arms in a circle, with energy flowing through his whole body. His powerful claw techniques were so overwhelming that they were hard to resist.

Although Ma Tianyi has superb cultivation and strong true energy from years of hard practice, compared with Lu Le's special physique and the blessing of the stars, he still seems too mediocre and ordinary.

After only a dozen moves, two deep bloody scars were torn on his chest and above his right elbow, and his flesh and blood were surging. If he had not been proficient in the way of the flesh and could retract his muscles and close his meridians, he would have been defeated by now.

From the perspective of battle damage, Lui Lok's martial arts far surpassed Ma Shaokang's, and his record was truly amazing.

On the other hand, Zhao Zhen's life was not easy either.

He did not comprehend the fragments and essence of the Miluo magic and the invisible sword. His martial arts improved very little in recent days, or even no improvement at all. In addition, his martial arts style was bold and aggressive, and he took the path of being fierce and domineering.

If he encounters an opponent of the same level or weaker than him, it would be easy to deal with him. However, if he encounters a tough guy like Shanhua and Heihu, he will be restricted in his performance.

Although not as miserable as Ma Tianyi, his fists were also swollen and there were several scratches on his back, which cut into his skin. However, the scars were relatively shallow and not much blood was shed, so it was far from being a serious injury.

Although both of them were fighting with their opponents, they were also paying attention and observing each other. After seeing each other's situation, they actually had a bad premonition in their hearts.

Compared with the ups and downs and changes in Ma Shaokang's situation last time, this time they were ambushed and both of them were at a disadvantage from beginning to end.

After all, the two had been sworn brothers for many years and had a tacit understanding. While they were fighting, they quietly approached each other.

If someone looks down at this place, they will find that the core battle circle of the two warring parties is constantly approaching, shrinking and narrowing.

Shanhua was unaware of this, instead she became more and more excited as the fight went on. Although she had been practicing martial arts for many years and had practiced extremely advanced martial arts, her martial arts were by no means weak, but the number of times she had actually fought was very few, and she had never had such a fierce and exciting battle.

Even because of the wild fight between him and Zhao Zhen, his inner strength surged and broke through the barriers. There were signs of a breakthrough, which meant that he was about to reach a higher level in the battle.

Of course, Shanhua is not an arrogant person. Even though she has such an advantage now, she still proceeds step by step and resists the desire to break through, which makes the mountain king hiding in the dark very pleased.

Lui Lok is different. He not only has rich experience and broad vision, but also is very intelligent. He can clearly see that Ma Tianyi and Zhao Zhen are intentionally moving closer to each other.

However, he did not stop them, but secretly helped them to do so. After all, he had guessed the purpose of the two men doing so. Not long after, the battle circles of the two sides officially met.

Ma Tianyi pushed his palm horizontally, forcing Lu Le to retreat, and at the same time, he pounced on Shanhua who was riding on the back of the black tiger. He clenched his fists into giant hammers and axes, smashing them wildly, and hundreds of virtual shadows of fists appeared in the void.

Almost at the same time, Zhao Zhen somersaulted three times and retreated in front of Lu Le. With his foot, dozens of stones of different sizes flew out and were shot towards Lu Le by him with his exquisite and powerful elephant throwing technique.

The two of them were in sync with each other and switched opponents at the same time.

Shanhua did not dodge or evade, the jade flute in her hand spun rapidly between her palms, and the sword energy turned into a shining halo, shooting towards the phantom fist energy in the sky.

Lu Le's response was even simpler. He moved away from dozens of rocks and quietly landed beside Shanhua.

After a moment, the shadows of the fist force completely dissipated, and the sword energy halo also disappeared without a trace.

Ma Tianyi and Zhao Zhen stood side by side, about two feet apart, looking at Lu Le and Shanhua.

Before they knew it, Ma Tianyi and Zhao Zhen each held a trump card treasure in their hands.

In Ma Tianyi's hand was a jade sword that contained the full force of a master-level expert.

In Zhao Zhen's hand was the only Heavenly Thunder Seed they had.

Lu Le slipped his sleeves and held a palm-sized wooden sword with an extremely delicate shape. It should have been carved by someone.

This great man is none other than Meng Zhao.

Of course, it was not the work of Meng Zhao, who is now at the human level, but rather the foundation that Meng Zhao had accumulated from his daily martial arts practice after he became a master and a grand master.

Different from ordinary warriors, he needs special materials and treasures to be able to perform his own moves and intentions.

Meng Zhao's cultivation is unfathomable, and he carries the supreme inheritance and supreme bloodline. He can turn decay into magic. Even ordinary wood, in his hands, is comparable to natural treasures.

“You two, do you really want to continue being so aggressive?

You have to know that there is a big man behind us. If you anger him, you may not have a chance to survive."

Ma Tianyi was not sure, and at the same time, he did not want to use the knife jade in his hand rashly.

Therefore, they are still making a final attempt, hoping to force Shanhua and Lu Le to retreat.

Lu Le was shocked when he heard this. He knew, of course, that the big shot these two guys were referring to was Meng Zhao. The reason why he wanted to kill the two of them was to sever their connection with Meng Zhao and eliminate all hidden dangers between them and Shanhua.

If these two guys tell the truth, wouldn't the purpose of his trip be wasted?

Therefore, Lui Lok interrupted Ma Tianyi's chattering for the first time.

"Too much nonsense. You guys harmed Ma Shaokang. We are avenging him. That's all. Let's see who's the real deal." (End of this chapter)