Mythology Starts with Childish Skills

However, Meng Zhao had no intention of flattering the tavern cook. His face hidden under the coarse cloth smiled slightly and said,

"Now that you know you are no match for me, just retreat.

I'm not a murderous person, I just want to get some information from this boss lady, that's all. "

However, his promise could not impress the three of them, because he had been too rogue and aggressive before, playing tricks on them one after another. How could one believe what such a person said?

Xu Duo was silent, the sword in his hand had been broken into pieces, and his strength could not be said to have been completely lost. However, he failed to realize that without a sword in his hand and a sword in his heart, it was inevitable that he would be unable to display his martial arts.

Before he could speak, Xiaonan, who seemed to have a background as a killer, glanced at the landlady with a very nostalgic and gloomy look, and then rushed towards Meng Zhao resolutely.

During the impact, everyone present could clearly see that his body was undergoing some abnormal changes.

A faint mist of blood emanated from his body surface, and his arms, legs, chest and back all seemed to be stuffed with rags, suddenly thickening, getting stronger, and expanding.

Compared with his original inconspicuous figure, he instantly transformed into a mighty and strong burly man.

His aura was also extremely high and fierce. It was even worse than the sword thrust out to stimulate life potential. It simply exploded all the energy in the person, like a meteor streaking through the night. Come.

Meng Zhao still couldn't see what kind of secret martial arts this man was using.

On the other hand, Zhu'er, who had been behind him and looking at Lu Haochun, widened her eyes and exclaimed involuntarily,

"Sacrifice the Body!"

The three words fell into Meng Zhao's ears unmistakably, and he instantly thought of this famous secret technique of suicide.

This martial art can be traced back to the Tang Dynasty in Wuliang Temple, one of the ten largest sects in the world. It was created by a senior monk in the temple. Its original name was the Dharma of Sacrificing Life and Subduing Demons. It is a powerful Buddhist magical skill.

Originally, his attributes were mediocre, but through his unique method of movement, he could continuously improve his combat power during battles. It was a strange magical skill that became stronger with each battle.

Until the battle is over, or the person who performed this skill cannot withstand the heavy pressure and explodes to death.

Afterwards, the remaining chapters of this skill were reduced to martial arts circles, and were gradually reduced in complexity and essence, forming a unique skill that specifically stimulates the human body's potential and unleashes combat power, that is, the Art of Sacrifice.

Generally, they are practiced by dead soldiers and cannon fodder raised by wealthy families and martial arts gangs. They are equivalent to human bombs in modern society, which is very terrifying.

And this skill is the same as general martial arts, that is, the higher your martial arts is, the stronger the power will be after it is used.

Judging from the assassin's skills, the power of his Sacrifice Technique was enough to threaten Meng Zhao's life.

It was too late to dodge, and he couldn't dodge, otherwise Zhu'er and Lu Haochun behind him would definitely die.

Meng Zhao didn't think that the Sacrifice Technique alone could do anything to him.

After all, no matter how powerful he is, he will not achieve innate combat power in one leap. But as long as he does not achieve innate strength, does he need to be afraid?

I saw him let out a long roar, his momentum was surging, and he was majestic. His whole temperament changed drastically, as if he was no longer a person, but a dragon, a true dragon that traveled through the nine heavens, across the four seas, and was endlessly majestic.

When the rabbit was up and the falcon was about to fall, he was already facing the young boy Xiaonan, who was spraying blood and hot air all over his body.

The two of them collided like the most ferocious and top-level meat eaters in the jungle, and a fierce battle broke out with sparks hitting the earth.

Meng Zhao clenched his hands into fists, and his movements were wide open and closed, showing his masculinity and bravery without any weakness or retreat. The power of his fists was like huge mountains pressing down from high in the sky, full of stagnant explosive power and oppression.

Not only that, although Chilong Jin has dragon power, it still has the tyranny of the Red Flag Order, which burns the sky and boils the sea. The extremely hot fire power bursts out from Meng Zhao's fist wind. After a while, the whole room has turned into a scorching flame. It's like summer, making people sweat profusely.

Xiaonan, the assassin who was fighting against Meng Zhao, also had fists that were like the wind, powerful and heavy. He completely gave up on defense and poured all his strength, spirit, and will into his fists. His only thought was to kill the enemy in front of him.

After performing the Sacrifice Technique, his power increased explosively, and he suppressed the pain and discomfort caused by being on the verge of reaching the limit before, so he acted extremely fierce and ruthless, completely aiming to die together.

As I said before, what Xiaonan is really good at is not actually his swordsmanship, it's just the appearance.

What he is really powerful about is the art of killing. What is the art of killing? Anyone who can kill can be included in this list.

Swords, knives, even a toothpick or a strand of hair are all acceptable, and fists are of course no exception.

The two of them hit each other fast and hard, punching hard to the flesh. In a very short period of time, they made a crackling sound like firecrackers. The strong wind was like a continuous wave of waves, making everyone's eyes blurry. Fist strength and the figure within the shadow of the fist are completely unclear.

Such a hot and exciting collision made the blood of everyone present soar. It was really too fierce and fierce.

The speed of the battle between the two increased, and the speed of deciding the winner was not slow.

It was only during the eighth breath of the fight that a figure exited the circle enveloped by the shadow of a fist with a bang, hit a wooden wine stool with a huff, and rolled over again before stopping its decline.

Everyone looked and saw Xiaonan, the waiter in the tavern.

He was knocked back by the force of the punch and rolled several times. His body was dirty, but he seemed to be fine. He stood up and took two steps forward. His tall, powerful and much stronger body still looked full of strength.

However, just as he was taking the third step, his whole body suddenly became motionless.

All that can be seen is that the blood mist that originally lingered outside Xiaonan's body disappeared, and the whole person, like a punctured balloon, returned to its original shape from a powerful and tall posture in a very short period of time.

No, strictly speaking, he is even thinner than before.

What's more, what makes people feel frightened and uncomfortable is that his exposed flesh, in a very short period of time, seemed to have been cut with a knife from the inside, one after another, three times...

Streams of crimson blood emerged from countless openings and drained quickly.

Looking again, this man has no life breath. He only has one pair of eyes, still looking straight ahead, like a fighter who will never give in or give up until he achieves his goal.

"Konan!"

The tavern proprietress cried out in pain, tears welling up in her eyes, and she came to Xiaonan's side in a few steps, leaning the crumbling body against her, with a sad expression on her face.

Xu Duo, the tavern cook, watched this scene in silence, with a sense of decadence and sadness spreading.

He knew Xiaonan very well and knew that this was the last thing Xiaonan could do for Qing Niang.

At the same time, Xu Duo once again set his sights on Meng Zhao.

This man's condition was still as good as ever, but his breathing was slightly short of breath, but he did not suffer any injuries.

Is he really a warrior in the acquired realm?

Why is it so strong?