Mythology Starts with Childish Skills

Kang Liang was a master of the six innate apertures, while Lu Zhong only had the cultivation of the three innate apertures. Moreover, he was old and frail, and no longer as ferocious and domineering as he was in his prime. It was even less possible for him to kill enemies by leapfrogging as he did when he was young.

Therefore, in a real fight, Lu Zhong's final outcome must be defeat, and there will be no surprises.

However, Meng Zhao's purpose was not to let Lu Zhong take down the opponent, but just to stop Kang Liang so that Yang Jiu, who was free, could deal with the opponent.

This is not difficult for an experienced and profound innate warrior.

Therefore, Lu Zhong behaves more like a candy, with many changes in moves but low strength. He is a style that uses three points of force and leaves seven points of force.

Kang Liang couldn't get away even if he wanted to, and couldn't fight even if he wanted to. He was completely trapped in the Ancient Dian Garden and couldn't escape.

On the other hand, after Geng Zongfang's ears were pierced, his ferocity became fierce and he went completely berserk. He vented his anger on all sides without any scruples. His palms were like unparalleled divine blades, and his unparalleled sword energy was poured out wantonly. The originally elegant and unique ancient Dian Garden was cut to pieces and was in disgrace.

At this moment, he had fallen into madness, with only thoughts of destruction in his mind.

Yang Jiu was like a patient hunter, constantly adding new wounds to Geng Zongfang's body while avoiding his desperate counterattack, waiting for the time to finally give him a fatal blow.

After all, this opportunity was not too far away. Three whooshing sounds broke through the air. Yang Jiu waved his left wrist lightly, and the three silver needles passed through the gap of the sword energy storm with great precision, and penetrated into Geng Zongfang's heart, whining in pain. And inside the open mouth.

The silver needle was extremely sharp and its penetrating power was astonishing. It directly pierced his oral tissue and penetrated the skull. The bloody silver needle penetrated from the back of his head and was finally nailed to the circular crossbar diagonally above. , making a tiny sound.

Geng Zongfang's eyes widened with anger, but he no longer had the powerful and powerful aura that he had just before.

After a full three breaths, the whole person suddenly collapsed, and all his vitality had been lost.

Yang Jiu, who had killed Geng Zongfang, went on without stopping and turned to besiege Kang Liang with Lu Zhong. His already desperate opponent made frequent low-level mistakes and his moves were messy and unsystematic. In the end, Lu Zhong slapped his forehead to pieces and stopped. Geng Zongfang's footsteps.

For a time, two of Hu Wanwan's three most famous innate masters were killed. Xiao Yujian Liu Song faced a double blow from the Meng family and Tianxing Hall in the outside world, and he might not be able to escape death.

Hu Wanwan watched helplessly as the two men died in front of him. His heart was filled with desolation, his eyes were full of sorrow, and his whole body seemed to be drained of life.

They had supported each other for many years and knew each other well. They had already formed a deep friendship. Today, his old friend died because of his wrong decision. How could he not feel extremely regretful?

On the side, Hu Yingming's expression was uncertain, and he completely understood the situation on the field.

The father he relied on for support has completely reached the end of his rope and can no longer protect him from wind and rain like before. Where should he go?

Although Hu Wanwan and Hu Yingming, father and son, are now meat on the felt board, ready to be slaughtered by them, without Meng Zhao's order, Yang Jiu and Lu Zhong did not take action rashly, but stood quietly on one side, What awaits.

Meng Zhao was also lamenting at this time. The loss of his two talents was not a small impact on him.

However, he was extremely smart and recovered quickly, smiling and saying,

"Mr. Hu, the outcome has been decided. Both your Hu family and you personally have lost. Do you have any last words?"

The tone was not very condescending or full of sarcasm, but it was somewhat sincere in it.

He was indeed curious about what a once-all-powerful man like Hu Wanwan would be thinking at the last moment of his life.

Do you regret that you shouldn't have offended the Meng family, or do you regret that you didn't fight back with all your strength and find a way out for yourself? Or are you recalling the glorious past, or can't let go of the nostalgia for the secular world?

At this time, Hu Wanwan was just a sample in Meng Zhao's eyes, a specimen for him to observe and learn from, and also to warn and educate himself.

He wants to ensure that he will not make the mistakes that the other party has made. He also hopes that he can do better than the other party in the way that the other party has succeeded. This is what a good and successful person should do.

Instead of being narrow-minded and selfish, standing from the perspective of the winner and overlooking the losers from above, what's the point except satisfying a little bit of unnecessary vanity in your heart?

It seemed that the sincerity in Meng Zhao's words moved Hu Wanwan. He nodded towards Meng Zhao, glanced at the corpses of Geng Zongfang and Kang Liang, and finally placed them on Hu Yingming, exhaling a long breath,

"My last wish is that you can build the graves of me, Zongfang, and Kang Liang together, so that the three of us can have company under Jiuquan. Other than that, I have no other thoughts."

Meng Zhao asked curiously,

"That's all? Does Mr. Hu not want to find another way out for his son?"

He could clearly see the importance Hu Wanwan attached to his own bloodline. Wasn't the roster in his arms obtained with Hu Yingming's life and freedom?

Of course, he did lie to the other party, but as long as there is some discussion, the other party should not give up easily.

Hu Yingming also looked at his father with hope, thinking in his heart that maybe his father could still save him.

Hu Wanwan looked at Meng Zhao mockingly and shook his head.

"A way out? If there is no way out, neither I nor Ying Ming will let you go. I can be sure of this.

In this case, why not let me maintain a little dignity? "

He has been confused before, but that does not mean that he has always been confused. Now that his life has come to an end, he is sober as never before. He knows that Meng Zhao is an evil dragon that cannot be fed enough. No matter how much he pays, he will still have nothing in the end. An ending.

Moreover, Hu Wanwan knew that Meng Zhao did not break his promise, because from the beginning, this was not a transaction, but a complete scam. Since it was a scam, how could there be any integrity or promise?

Rather than handing over your last legacy to the people who forced you to death, it would be better to bury them underground forever and never see the light of day.

However, his words could convince Meng Zhao, but they could not convince Hu Yingming.

He raised his head suddenly and stared at Hu Wanwan. His voice was full of anger and unwillingness, but he was still suppressed.

"Dad, why? Why don't you help me try harder.

Maybe, maybe, I can live. "

Hu Yingming is still so young, and he still has a lot of years and years to live in. He is never willing to die here. Therefore, even if it is one in a thousand, one in ten thousand, or even one in a billion, he will Fight for.

However, what he faced was the disappointed look of his father.