Martial Mythology

In the world of good fortune.

Both Zhang Yu and Sang Nantian's speed is like a streamer, and they can barely catch each other's figure in a blink of an eye. At such a terrifying speed, the attacks of the two become more and more fierce, and each attack carries a terrifying feeling. The impact force has greatly increased the power of good fortune.

"Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom."

The successive collisions brought about terrifying mysterious fluctuations of good fortune, and the unbreakable good fortune world seemed to be unable to withstand the terrifying shock of good fortune, trembling violently, crumbling.

Sang Nantian, who has reached more than 9,000 levels of enlightenment and use of good fortune, is much more terrifying than Shi Xin. In addition, Zhang Yu has retained a large part of his strength, which makes Sang Nantian release his power more freely, without any hesitation. Reserved to play his most powerful attack, showing the true level of a quasi-thousand-level powerhouse.

Like light, the two clashed hundreds of millions of times in an instant, creating a terrifying storm of creation in the world of creation.

Such a high-intensity battle made even Sang Nantian faintly feel tired.

He gasped for breath, and looked at Zhang Yu in surprise: "My boy, your strength is much stronger than the old man imagined!"

Zhang Yu also pretended to be tired and injured, and was also out of breath: "Senior is also much more powerful than I imagined."

"Boy, you must be hiding your strength, right?" At this moment, Sang Nantian suddenly asked.

Zhang Yu was a little surprised for a moment: "What do you mean by this senior?"

Sang Nantian took a deep look at Zhang Yu, and said, "Don't think that the old man can't see anything because his eyes are dim. You must have pretended to be injured at the beginning, right? After fighting for so long, your injury has not worsened, but has not worsened at all. Does not affect your combat effectiveness. Such an obvious flaw, do you really think this old man is a fool?"

Hearing this, Zhang Yu shook his head helplessly. Unexpectedly, Sang Nantian discovered it.

He stopped panting heavily, and then straightened his body. The injuries on the surface of his body quickly faded away, and disappeared without a trace between breaths.

"Since Senior Sang found out, then I won't pretend." Zhang Yu looked at Sang Nantian calmly, "I won't pretend anymore, I'm having a showdown, and I'm really not hurt."

Sang Nantian froze: "It's really not hurt!"

Zhang Yu was also taken aback: "Didn't Senior Sang find out a long time ago?"

"The old man found a fart!" Sang Nantian couldn't help but swear, "Your breath is strong and unfathomable, what can the old man find out? The old man just wanted to trick you, but I didn't expect you to be so easily fooled."

Zhang Yu was dumbfounded, this old fox is really cunning!

At the same time, Sang Nantian cursed secretly in his heart: "Little fox!"

"Okay, no matter whether Senior Sang really found out or it was a test, the junior has a showdown anyway." Zhang Yu spread his hands, "The junior is indeed not injured, the injury just now was all faked, and it was used to confuse Senior Sang illusion."

The corner of Sang Nantian's mouth twitched slightly, and then he withdrew his hand: "Stop beating."

Zhang Yu raised his eyebrows: "Why?"

"After fighting for so long, you don't blush or breathe, but it's the old man, whose state is faintly beginning to decline." Sang Nantian said: "The old man's peak state can't do anything to you, and now I'm afraid it's even more impossible to threaten you... So, What else is there to fight? This old man has no penchant for being tortured!"

"Since the sparring has started, it's up to Senior Sang to decide when it will end." Zhang Yu said indifferently, "Until this junior agrees, Senior Sang has to fight if he doesn't."

Sang Nantian narrowed his eyes slightly: "No one can force this old man to do what I don't want to do."

Zhang Yu smiled faintly: "Then... let's try."

His figure changed, and he punched Sang Nantian again. The strength of the good fortune fist swept a terrible air current of good fortune, and he blasted towards Sang Nantian. It was still a punch close to the strength of the ten thousand realm, which Sang Nantian could bear Within the scope, he did not believe that Sang Nan would give up resistance naively.

Sure enough, Sang Nantian punched his backhand, smashing the strength of the Good Fortune fist, and then said: "You boy will never stop!"

Before Zhang Yu could speak, Sang Nantian said again: "It's not impossible for me to continue to compete with you, but you must answer a question honestly."

"what is the problem?"

"What kind of strength do you have?" Sang Nantian's expression rarely became serious. He stared at Zhang Yu solemnly, "How much strength did you retain just now when you competed with the old man?"

Zhang Yu thought about it, and pretended to be very serious: "The strength of this junior should be a little bit stronger than that of Senior Sang. If calculated by quantifying the enlightenment of good fortune, it is probably more than 9,000 good fortune. But it is closer to Wanzhong than Senior Sang..."

"Really?" Sang Nantian was suspicious.

"Of course it's true." Zhang Yu was very calm, and his earnest expression seemed to prove that he was not lying, "Senior Sang might as well think about it, if the junior's strength is weaker, naturally it would be impossible for him to compete with Senior Sang for so long Don't fall behind, if the younger generation is stronger, and even reaches the Ten Thousand Realm, why should the younger generation seek advice from Senior Sang?"

The Ten Thousand Realm is already the ceiling of the Muddy Master, the most invincible existence, so naturally there is no need for further exchanges.

Because no matter how much they compete, it is impossible to increase the strength of the Ten Thousand Realm.

"It makes sense." Sang Nantian nodded, and he believed it, because Zhang Yu's words really made sense, "That's fine, I'll play with you again, but don't hide your strength, boy, take out your strength." Come with all your strength, let this old man feel your true strength."

real strength?

Zhang Yu thought, "I'm afraid you won't be able to bear it."

After sparring with Sang Nantian for so long, Zhang Yu's use of good fortune has improved a lot, almost on par with Sang Nantian.

Coupled with his own will of the Creator that transcends the limit, his strength has already surpassed the limit strength of the Ten Thousand Realm, stronger than the Eastern King at the peak of the year, Sang Nantian is not even in the Ten Thousand Realm, how can he be able to withstand Can withstand his full blow?

"Okay, I will do my best to ensure that Senior Sang will not be disappointed." Zhang Yu said calmly on the surface, "Senior Sang, be careful."

"Come on." Although Sang Nantian's state has declined slightly, there is no obvious difference from the peak period of his strength. He believes that even against the invincible strong in the tens of thousands of realms, he can barely resist. Under the ten thousand realms, he is even stronger. No fear at all.

I saw Zhang Yu put his five fingers together and clenched into a fist. Then he exhaled lightly, raised his head, and punched out suddenly.

"Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom."

In an instant, a dense array of Good Fortune fists appeared in front of Zhang Yu. One punch was like tens of thousands of punches, and each punch was at the level of ten or even hundred levels. Under the cover of tens of thousands of punches, the entire Good Fortune world They all trembled violently, as if it was difficult to bear the power of creation that was almost beyond the limit.

Sang Nantian's face changed. At this moment, his scalp was numb, and he even felt shrouded in death.

However, he is a super old monster who has lived for millions of Hunji, a living fossil-level superpower in the eyes of countless Hunyu masters. Even in the face of such a terrible blow, he still has no plans to stop, but bites Ya, with the same posture, punched almost exactly the same punch, the terrifying power of good luck, condensed into countless punches, and blasted together with the sky-filled fist.

Deafening explosions resounded throughout the fortune world, and the surrounding space was also distorted. The terrifying storm of fortune created cracks, and the edges of the cracks were faintly visible.

After a few breaths, the storm of good fortune was still raging in the good fortune world, and the terrifying good fortune fist gradually calmed down.

Zhang Yu stood with his hands behind his back, no sadness or joy could be seen on his face.

Sang Nantian was panting heavily, with sweat on his head and many scars all over his body. Even the sackcloth transformed by the Creator's will was damaged in many places. He looked very embarrassed. He looked at Zhang Yu in surprise: "This is your true strength?"

He faintly felt that something was wrong. The power of Zhang Yu's punch was beyond his imagination. This feeling was just like when he was sparring with Dong Wang back then. It was so strong that he couldn't resist, and even made him feel the threat of death.

"How about it, didn't you disappoint Senior Sang?" Zhang Yu had already released as much water as possible, but his strength was too strong. Even if he released the water and retained a large part of his strength, he still showed quite terrifying power.