Mythology Starts with Childish Skills

Meng Zhao even had a feeling at that moment that Yang Jiu's speed was close to the speed of sound, and it was probably rare among the innate strong hands.

There is a saying that the only martial arts in the world that cannot be broken is speed. When the speed is increased to an incredible level, the power of the attack will be infinitely magnified.

The most representative martial arts are the Sword of Exorcism and the Sunflower Collection. The two come from the same source. In addition to the strange and vicious characteristics, the biggest feature is speed.

The same move, the same force, when you use the sword in your hand to cut the enemy's throat first, you are the winner.

Yang Jiu's sudden disappearance can deceive Meng Zhao, but it can't deceive Geng Zongfang's eyes.

I saw his eyes wandering, his eyes bursting with brilliance, quickly catching Yang Jiu's trace, and at the same time, he tapped his feet, like a violent long sword, crisscrossing, and fighting with Yang Jiu, whose shadow was almost invisible in the void, and only the sound of explosions produced by the friction between his body and the air could be heard.

Meng Zhao stared at the scene of the two fighting with wide eyes, like a sponge, quickly absorbing the experience and wisdom of the two fighting.

Geng Zongfang used his palm as a knife, with strong and fierce power, and the sharp sword energy was even stronger than the strength of the real sword. Moreover, his moves were varied and fast, with both offense and defense. It was indeed the first-class sword move Meng Zhao had ever seen.

It was precisely because his sword skills were extremely fast and varied that he could fight with Yang Jiu, who had such a terrifying body movement. No wonder he was so confident before, because his skills were not weak, and it could even be said to be extremely powerful.

However, although his attack speed could fight with Yang Jiu, he was still in a passive defensive state. Facing Yang Jiu, his counterattack methods were mediocre and there was nothing surprising. He just narrowed the defense circle and waited for the opportunity.

In contrast, Yang Jiu's attack opened Meng Zhao's eyes. There was no particularly powerful martial arts move, but the crisp speed, powerful force, and the unparalleled penetration of the silver needle made Geng Zongfang only defend.

In fact, Yang Jiu's martial arts reminded Meng Zhao of a peerless and enchanting shadow in novels and TV dramas, Dongfang Bubai, the leader of the Sun and Moon Sect, who had an embroidery needle in his hand and was invincible in the world.

Even Linghu Chong, who had martial arts configurations such as Yijinjing, Xixing Dafa, and Dugu Jiujian, could hardly resist.

Unlike Dongfang Bubai's feminine ghost, Yang Jiu's moves were more vigorous and murderous. Every time he made a move, it was like a strong bow and crossbow ready to go, with amazing explosive power.

The fight between the two also attracted the attention of everyone in the empty Ancient Dian Garden. As early as the fight between the two began, those servants and slaves ran back and forth with all their strength, fearing that their lives would not belong to them if they were a step slower.

Lü Zhong and Kang Liang, who were still fighting, also stopped fighting tacitly and withdrew at the same time.

Lü Zhong returned to Meng Zhao's side, and did not pay much attention to the innate battle over there. It was obvious that he had absolute confidence in Yang Jiu.

Kang Liang stood beside Hu Baiwan and Hu Yingming, father and son, and watched the two fighting intently.

The two sides did so, which actually had little to do with whether the battle between Yang Jiu and Geng Zongfang was exciting.

They were just worried that the winner would attack Meng Zhao or Hu Baiwan without hesitation in the fight between the two. For the safety of their respective masters, they stopped fighting and acted as guards.

On the other side, in a short period of time, the battle between the two innates broke out with amazing power, and Meng Zhao was dazzled and confused.

He saw that Yang Jiu and Geng Zongfang fought about thirty moves, but in fact, the number of times they fought was far more than this number, but with his current level, he could not see it clearly.

But this did not prevent Meng Zhao from understanding the situation on the field.

Yang Jiu was already in an absolute leading position. Although his speed slowed down, his moves became more fierce and fierce, and every move was full of murderous intent, aiming to kill.

The silver needle in his hand might be just a tool for women's needlework by ordinary women, but at this moment, it was no less powerful than any magic weapon.

Geng Zongfang was not as calm as he had shown at the beginning. He was now a little embarrassed. His clothes were torn by the fierce Qi, and there were subtle but obvious bloody bruises on his arms and face. The most important thing was that he could not wait for the opportunity he wanted to wait for.

The battle between the two was a bit like the battle between Meng Zhao and Shi Siming. Meng Zhao had a long Qi and abundant physical strength, and deceived everyone except the peerless genius Shen Tianci.

Similarly, Yang Jiu's high-intensity burst had extraordinary endurance, which was obviously beyond Geng Zongfang's expectations, turning his previous decision of waiting for flaws and waiting for opportunities into a slow death now.

He could only watch himself fall into the trap woven by the opponent, passively defending, and could no longer fight back.

From the beginning, this was an unequal battle. Although Geng Zongfang thought he was stronger, there was often an irreconcilable gap between subjective belief and objective reality.

Hu Baiwan and Hu Yingming, father and son, watched Geng Zongfang fall into a disadvantage, their faces became extremely ugly.

"Kang Liang, don't worry about me. If Zongfang is losing, you can help him. If it succeeds, we still have a chance. If it doesn't,"

Hu Baiwan didn't say the rest, but everyone knew the heavy look in his eyes and the hidden content.

If it succeeds, there is a glimmer of hope, and if it doesn't succeed, there is no doubt that he will die.

Kang Liang has been watching the battle between Yang Jiu and Geng Zongfang nervously and anxiously. At this time, his face was sweating profusely. He shook his head helplessly and said bitterly,

"God of Wealth, I'm afraid things are not going well. The master of the Meng family has very special martial arts. His movements are extremely fast and his strikes are sharp. There is nothing flashy about him. Let alone Old Geng, even if I join forces with him, he is no match for him. "

Others are amateurs, but he, an innate master, is an expert.

The movement is quick and the shooting speed is as sharp as lightning, which brings the advantage of flexibility. In addition, Yang Jiu's combat experience and wisdom are second-to-none, and the bonus can be said to be much greater than one plus one equals two. .

Let alone him and Geng Zongfang, even if there was another master of the same level, it would be difficult to effectively suppress the other party.

The same is true for three people fighting against each other, one by one, or a swarm, the result may be completely different.

In the same way, Yang Jiu can use his own martial arts style to cut up the battlefield, divide the battle circles, smooth out their numerical advantage, and force them into a one-on-one fight.

So, with or without Kang Liang, the outcome would be the same.

That's why he, a powerful innate man and a vicious person from the hell realm, seemed so frustrated and helpless after seeing the fight between the two.

Yang Jiu can keep them in submission, not to mention that Lu Zhong is eyeing them.

Today, I'm afraid I really can't escape this disaster.

At this time, Kang Liang couldn't help but have a lot of thoughts in his mind. As expected, none of the four great housekeepers of the Meng family were mediocre. In terms of martial arts alone, Yang Jiu was as famous as the other three.