Lu Zhengfang's burly body and strong physique gave people a feeling of strength in every move he made. His eyes looked at Zhan Leiting with a bit of disdain.
Zhan Leiting didn't have any unnecessary words. He waved the black iron cold ruler in his hand. The black iron cold ruler, which weighed a thousand kilograms, was about 1.5 meters long. When he waved it, it was powerful and heavy. Zhan Leiting lightly picked it up and seemed to be holding it in his hand.
It was like nothing, but the strong wind that swept up caused cracks to appear on the bluestone bricks on the ground, and it fell in front of Lu Zhengfang in the blink of an eye.
Zhan Leiting is a ruthless person who doesn't talk much. Since Lu Zhengfang said he was unworthy, then he would use practical actions to beat Lu Zhengfang until he knelt down and begged for mercy.
Lu Zhengfang didn't know when he had a pair of silver gloves in his hands. He practiced extreme external skills. The function of the gloves was to assist and strengthen his attack power. Under normal circumstances, Lu Zhengfang did not need to use them, including just now.
In the battle with Murong Chengfeng, Lu Zhengfang was using his bare hands.
But Zhan Leiting is different. After all, he is the legendary first grandmaster.
Lu Zhengfang despises his opponents strategically, but still attaches great importance to Zhan Leiting in tactics.
Bang!
Lu Zhengfang punched the Black Iron Han Ruler hard, and the surging power overflowed. The onlookers instantly felt as if they were being hit by a strong wind, and they were so suppressed that they could not breathe, and all of them subconsciously stepped back a certain distance.
.
Lu Zhengfang retreated a distance. In terms of strength, Zhan Leiting, who possessed the black iron cold ruler, was indeed more powerful.
However, Lu Zhengfang's expression became more intense. He clenched his silver fists tightly, excited and excited. The external skills he practiced were to hone himself and improve himself in various harsh environments. After reaching the peak of the Grandmaster,
Lu Zhengfang rarely encounters heavyweight athletes of this level. For Lu Zhengfang, this feels like a blessing after a long drought.
"Come again!" Lu Zhengfang rushed forward with a fist.
Although Zhan Leiting held a black iron ruler weighing thousands of kilograms, his speed did not seem to be affected at all. His figure flickered like a black lightning across the sky, and the heavy ruler in his hand had already hit Lu Zhengfang's back. Lu Zhengfang
He fell down with the sound, his whole body fell to the ground and hit the bluestone bricks.
A rumbling sound...
"Invulnerable." The Zhanlong Island disciples suddenly jumped for joy. After holding in their anger all morning, they finally had a chance to release it. They all waved their arms with great excitement, shouted loudly, and cheered for Zhan Leiting.
Murong Chengfeng's eyes couldn't help but fall on Zhan Leiting, with a hint of shock. He was truly worthy of being the first person on the grandmaster list, a legendary grandmaster who was only thirty-five years old. This power was really too powerful.
Murong Chengfeng had just confronted Lu Zhengfang head-on. He was well aware of Lu Zhengfang's attack and defense power, but in front of Zhan Leiting, he only lasted two moves before falling to the ground.
"The Nine Mysterious Gates are not as unbreakable as imagined."
"When the three sects show their true strength, Jiuxuanmen, haha, it's just a side sect."
"Murong Chengfeng's Big Dipper Formation and Seven-Star Sword haven't been unsheathed yet, and Bodhidharma Mountain's treasured clothes haven't exerted their power yet. The outcome of this battle can already be predicted."
The warriors from all sects released the evil spirits in their hearts and spoke loudly, their blood boiling.
It's like a football match. When the opponent scores one goal first and then scores consecutive goals to overtake the opponent, the morale of the fans will naturally increase.
At this moment, Zhang Yunguo was sweating in his hands. Uncle Lu was in danger!
But, why didn't any other strong men from the Jiuxuan Sect come up to help?
Zhang Yunguo raised his head and glanced, his expression suddenly stunned.
Chu Chen looked relaxed, as if he was watching a show.
Taoist priest Ren Pingsheng also maintained a faint smile on his face and seemed not worried.
Zhang Yunguo was stunned. He looked at the square again. The bricks were cracked. Lu Zhengfang stood up again. His body was covered with dust and his face was gray. He looked really embarrassed. It was not like he was pretending.
Does Master Lu have any other powerful trump cards?
Zhang Yunguo had some vague expectations in his heart.
The others are also watching.
Zhan Leiting has extremely rich combat experience. He will not wait for Lu Zhengfang to calm down before continuing to attack. When the smoke and dust dissipated and Lu Zhengfang just stood up, Zhan Leiting's heavy ruler had already swept over, and the target was Lu Zhengfang.
's head.
At the critical moment, Lu Zhengfang raised his hands and grabbed the heavy ruler. The heavy ruler had no edge, but the force of the impact was extremely powerful. In the blink of an eye, Lu Zhengfang was thrown away and fell to the ground again.
"Awesome." Chu Chen sighed.
"This is Lao Lu's rhythm." Zhu Dazhuang waved his folding fan and spoke with a smile.
Zhang Yunguo was stunned.
What kind of rhythm is this...
This is clearly the rhythm of being beaten.
However, Zhang Yunguo noticed that the grandmaster from Jiuxuanmen, not even Xiao Wuyou, looked worried.
"Xiao Wuyou, what other trump card does Master Lu have?" Zhang Yunguo couldn't help but asked in a cautious voice. He was really curious.
"I don't have any trump cards." Mo Wuyou replied, "Uncle Lu is used to being beaten."
Zhang Yunguo, "..."
Are you used to being beaten?
Zhang Yunguo suddenly thought of what he had heard about Master Lu's practice method, which was to hone his body almost to the point of self-mutilation.
Could it be that Master Lu took this battle on the spot and mutilated himself to practice?
Zhang Yunguo looked at the heavy ruler in Zhan Leiting's hand and shuddered involuntarily.
In the entire martial arts world, perhaps only these 'monsters' from the Jiuxuan Sect dare to use the attack ranked first on the Grandmaster Ranking as a training exercise.
If you are not careful, you will die.
Fortunately, Zhan Lei's weapon is a heavy ruler instead of a broadsword.
Zhang Yunguo muttered secretly, and continued to cast his eyes on the battlefield. He couldn't help but sigh. Fortunately, he learned the art of divination. If he worshiped Jiuxuanmen, followed Taoist Ren Pingsheng, and lived a life of divination in the world, Master Lu's
The disciples... are miserable.
Zhang Yunguo believes that their cultivation methods are similar.
Qimen Mountains are all filled with such big men.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Under the gaze of many eyes, Lu Zhengfang was blown away again and again, and the bluestone bricks in the square were constantly smashed and exploded with great force.
"This Jiuxuanmen strongman is finished."
"No one can withstand Zhan Leiting's repeated attacks."
"He seems to be able to stand up, but I estimate that his internal organs have been shocked to the point of death."
Zhan MuSi smiled, and the evil anger in his heart finally came out.
The strong man of Jiuxuanmen was hanged.
Next, it was Chu Chen's turn.
Zhan Musi looked at Chu Chen demonstratively, and the fear of Chu Chen in his heart suddenly diminished a lot.
This chapter has been completed!