Meng Zhao even felt at that moment that Yang Jiu's body speed was approaching the speed of sound, and he was probably rare among the innate strong players.

There is a saying that martial arts in the world are only fast and do not break. When the speed increases to an incredible level, the power of the attack will be infinitely amplified.

The most representative martial arts are the evil-repelling sword technique and the Sunflower Treasure Book. Both come from the same source. In addition to their strange and vicious characteristics, their biggest feature is speed.

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

Yang Jiu's sudden disappearance could not be concealed by Meng Zhao, but could not blind Geng Zongfang's eyes.

He saw his eyes wandering, and the light burst out in his eyes, quickly capturing Yang Jiu's traces. At the same time, he kept dots under his feet, like a violent long sword, traveling horizontally and horizontally, with almost no shadows in the void, and only heard Yang Jiu's body rubbing against the air to produce a burst of sound.

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

Geng Zongfang used his palms as a knife, with strong and strong power. The Lingrui sword energy was even stronger than the strength of the real treasure sword. Moreover, his moves were varied and as fast as lightning, and he was both offensive and defense-friendly. This was the first-class sword path that Meng Zhao saw.

It is precisely because of his extremely fast sword skills and many changes that he can't get along with Yang Jiudou, who has such a terrifying body skills. No wonder he was so confident before, and he was really good at his hands, and he could even be said to be extremely powerful.

However, although the attack speed can be fought against Yang Jiu, he is still in a passive defensive state. Facing Yang Jiu, his counterattack methods are not surprising, and there is nothing surprising. He just narrows the defense circle and waits for the opportunity.

In contrast, Yang Jiu's offensive opened Meng Zhao's eyes. Without particularly powerful martial arts moves, they were just quick and neat speed, powerful strength, and combined with the unparalleled penetration of the silver needle, Geng Zongfang had only the defensive points.

Even Yang Jiu's martial arts path reminded Meng Zhao of a peerless and enchanting shadow in novels and films. Dongfang Bubai, the leader of the Sun and Moon God Sect, had an embroidery needle in his hand, and he had no rival in the world.

Even if the martial arts are equipped with the Yijin Jing, the Star-absorbing Technique, and the Dugu Nine Swords, Linghu Chong is still hard to match.

Unlike Dongfang Bubai's feminine ghost, Yang Jiu's moves are even more powerful and powerful. Every time he makes a move, he is ready to go like a strong bow and crossbow, with amazing explosive power.

The two of them once attracted the attention of everyone in the empty ancient Dian Garden. The servants and servants used their energy to run back and forth when the two of them started their fight, for fear that their lives would not belong to them if they were one step slower.

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

Lu Zhong returned to Meng Zhao's side and did not pay much attention to the innate war there. He obviously had absolute confidence in Yang Jiu.

Kang Liang stood beside Hu Baiwan and Hu Yingming and his son, staring at the two people fighting.

The two sides did this, but it actually had nothing to do with whether Yang Jiu and Geng Zongfang's battle was exciting.

But just worried that the two of them would decide the outcome, the winner would not hesitate to attack Meng Zhao or Hu Baiwan. For the safety of their respective sons, they would stop and act as a guard.

On the other hand, in a short time, the two innate battles erupted with amazing power, and Meng Zhao was even more dazzled and thoughts were filled with thoughts.

In his eyes, he saw Yang Jiu and Geng Zongfang fought about thirty moves. In fact, the number of times the two fought was far above this number, but with his current level, he could not see thoroughly.

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

Yang Jiu is already at an absolute leading advantage. Although his speed has slowed down, his moves are becoming more and more fierce and fierce. He is full of murderous intent, just for his death.

The silver needle in his hand may be just a tool for female red made by ordinary women. However, at this moment, it is no less than any magical weapon and treasure, and it is astonishingly powerful.

Geng Zongfang was not as calm as he was at the beginning. His body was now in a mess, his clothes were torn and broken by the fierce energy, and his arms and face were all subtle but obvious blood-colored bruises appeared. The most important thing was that he could never wait for the opportunity he wanted to wait for.

The battle between the two is a bit like the battle between Meng Zhao and Shi Siming. Meng Zhao has a long qi and abundant physical strength, and deceives everyone except the peerless genius Shen Tianci.

Similarly, Yang Jiu's high-intensity explosion had a lasting power that was different from ordinary people, which was obviously much beyond Geng Zongfang's expectations, and made him turn from the decisions that he had waited for flaws and waited for opportunities to become a chronic death today.

He could no longer fight back except for watching himself fall into the trap woven by the opponent.

From the beginning, this was an averaging battle. Although Geng Zongfang thought he was stronger, subjectively, there was often an uneven gap between the objective reality.

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

"Kang Liang, don't worry about me. If Zong Fang is in a tendency to lose, you can come forward and help him. If we still have a try, we still have a chance. If it doesn't work,"

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

If you succeed, you will have a glimmer of hope, and if you fail, you will definitely die.

Kang Liang was always watching the battle between Yang Jiu and Geng Zongfang nervously and anxiously. At this time, his face was full of sweat, and he shook his head helplessly, and said sternly,

"God of Wealth, things are probably not good. The master of the Meng family has very special martial arts, his body skills are extremely fast, his actions are sharp, and he has no fancy points. Not to mention Lao Geng, even if I join forces with him, I will not be a match for this person."

Others are amateurs, but he is a great expert.

His body movements are fast and his attack speed is as sharp as lightning, which brings flexibility. In addition, Yang Jiu's combat experience and wisdom are both first-class, and the bonus it brings can be said to be much greater than one plus one equals two.

Not to mention him and Geng Zongfang, even if there is a master of the same level, it will be difficult to effectively suppress the other party.

The same three people beat one, one by one, and the result may be completely different from rushing up.

Similarly, Yang Jiu can use his own martial arts style to cut the battlefield, divide the battle circle, smooth out their number of people, and force them to a one-on-one battle.

Then, if he is Kang Liang, and without him, the ending will be the same.

Therefore, he was a powerful innate person and a vicious person from Hell. After understanding the fight between the two, he seemed so frustrated and helpless.

One Yang Jiu can obey their rectification, not to mention the other one Lu Zhong is eyeing them.

Today, I am afraid I can't escape this disaster.
Chapter completed!