Chapter 400: The Shackles of Mythology (Subscription Request)
Lu Yuan threw a punch.

Then I realized something was wrong.

My punch went straight through the opponent's head.

Not only was there no sound of bones breaking.

It doesn't even feel as fleshy as the real thing.

He hasn't put his fist away yet.

There was a sudden sharp pain in my waist.

The man staggered several steps, making a loud thumping sound on the ground, before he stopped.

Holding his waist, he looked sideways.

Ji Wushang is now in front of him again.

He raised his other fist and struck again.

He missed again, leaving only a shadow in front of him.

At this time.

The afterimage that he had previously pierced actually moved.

Fly forward.

He raised his fist and hit him.

He pressed his hands on his waist and raised his elbows to block.

But the afterimage actually passed through his body.

It’s still fake!!
And I don’t know when.

Ji Wushang had already appeared behind him.

He was kicked in the back.

He was kicked straight and flew out.

Land face first.

A long crack was scratched on the ground.

I could sense a strong wind blowing behind me.

Lu Yuan pressed down hard with both hands.

The man shot up a foot high.

Look down.

Just then, he saw two Ji Wushangs attacking the place where he had just fallen at the same time.

Lu Yuan just felt relieved, but then he found out.

The two "Ji Wushang" overlapped together.

It turns out they are all fake.

His eyes widened.

Suddenly I realized something.

Lift your head upward.

I saw a pair of fists clasped together.

It was magnified violently in the field of vision.

“Bang~!!”.

A sound.

Lu Yuan's head was hit so hard that it made a buzzing sound, and he fell like a meteor.

With a loud "BOOM~!!!", it fell to the ground from a high altitude.

It made a big hole in the ground.

Debris flew all over the sky.

Three afterimages of Ji Wushang entered the pit at the same time.

"Boom~!!"

"Boom~!!"

“Boom~!!”

From time to time, explosion-like sounds were heard from the pit.

With every sound, the ground shook.

The billowing smoke and dust gushed out like a volcanic eruption, rising dozens of feet high.

Spreading towards the surroundings like a rolling cloud.

Within a radius of 100 meters, the field of vision is almost invisible.

Ji Wuhui supported himself there with his hands, letting the gravel splash on his face, without moving at all, just looking at the center of the billowing smoke and dust with tears in his eyes.

The Shen family father and daughter stood in front of the seriously injured Zhuge Jiu to prevent the seriously injured Senior Zhuge from being affected further.

Du Wanfei used one arm to block the splashing debris and looked at the center of the pit with an anxious look on his face.

Just now he saw clearly that it was Brother Lu who was fighting with someone.

Moreover, Brother Lu is at a disadvantage.

But there was no way he could get involved in such a war.

He could only stand here and worry.

"Boom~!"

"Boom~!"

"Boom~!!"

The attack in the billowing smoke and dust continues.

There were even the sounds of swords whistling and demonic voices lingering in the center of the smoke.

Amidst the earth-shaking sound, a loud roar came from the center of the pit.

A figure, whose underwear was torn into several holes and could barely cover the vital parts, burst out from the center of the pit.

There were five "Ji Wushang" surrounding him, punching and kicking him continuously.

The small green sword formed by the dense sword energy kept stabbing at various parts of his body.

Small red dots appeared on his body one after another.

Accompanied by waves of magic sounds.

The blood in those little red dots flowed faster, and strands of blood seemed to be flying as if being pulled.

Lu Yuan was besieged by five "Ji Wushang" and his two fists were no match for their ten kicks.

Every punch thrown would penetrate one of the afterimages.

And from one of the five afterimages, either a punch or a kick hit him.

Even with his extremely strong body and terrifying recovery ability, he still couldn't bear it.

His muscles were already creaking and the wounds on his body were increasing.

Lu Yuan saw that he was unable to avoid the attack and sword energy that came from nowhere.

He roared again.

The black flames on his body rose up like a substance.

The man spun in the air.

Transformed into a black whirlwind.

Like a spinning top, it was stirred out from among the five figures.

Amid the continuous shooting of green swords, it finally landed on the ground.

He was chased and stabbed by those green swords and retreated dozens of steps, almost unable to stand.

There, gasping for breath.

“Brother Lu!!”

"Hero Lu!"

“The road is long!!”

Looking at Lu Yuan, whose body was covered with wounds, the people around him all shouted in worry.

And the five "Ji Wushang" in the air slowly overlapped.

He put away the Eight Gates to Heaven, Six Paths Holy Body, Green Light Divine Sword, Shadow Traveling Divine Art, and Heaven-shaking Demonic Sound.

Fell from the sky.

With one hand on his waist, he looked at the figure who was still standing and whose flesh wounds were healing very quickly, and praised sincerely:

"What a good body! What a really good body!!".

Such a high-intensity attack would not be able to sustain no damage even for his physical body at its peak.

The internal force in the opponent's body is like a bottomless pit, constantly pouring out to nourish the body.

Even under such an attack from me, he still did not fall.

However, even so, Ji Wumian still looked relaxed.

A person who practices physical cultivation and only has a strong physique cannot see through his own afterimage and cannot keep up with his own speed. He is naturally invincible.

Besides, even in physical form, he might not be much worse than the other party.

If he puts in a little more strength, he is confident that he can kill his opponent within a thousand rounds.

Although he looked relaxed, the internal force in his dantian was constantly condensing.

As long as the internal force is compressed and condensed a little more, the offensive, sword energy and magic sound will be stronger.

At that time, every blow will surely inflict heavy damage on the opponent!
Lu Yuan stared at the guy opposite him who looked extremely relaxed, breathing heavily.

He really didn't understand.

Haven't I already reached a level above the martial arts legend?

Why can’t I beat this old guy?
Could it be that this old fellow has also reached the level of a martial arts legend?

But judging from the other party’s tone just now, it shouldn’t be the case!
Some of them are hard to understand.

While gasping for breath, he shouted softly: "Panel!!"

Dark blue fonts cascaded down.

[Host: Lu Yuan]

[Superpowers: Immortality/Infinite Strength/Eye of Truth]

【Attributes:
Strength: 9039900】

【Overall strength: Wulin legend (99.999%)】

[Martial Arts: Seven Styles of the Barbarian Bull (Seventh Level (Perfect))

Vajra Divine Power Technique (Fifth Level (Perfect))

Dragon Elephant Prison-Suppressing Technique (9th level (perfect))
Eight Gates to Heaven (Eighth Level (Perfection))

】

Lu Yuan stared at the attribute panel in front of him with wide eyes.

A look of disbelief.

His Eight Gates to Heaven had indeed reached the eighth gate.

The last of the eight gates, the Gate of Death, has been opened.

He added a total of 420 million pounds of force, and his strength reached more than 900 million pounds.

However, his strength is still at the level of martial arts myth!
how can that be!

The eighth level, 420 million pounds of force, is two and a half times more effective than the 160 million pounds of force added in the seventh level!

The progress bar, in theory, should be increased by 50%!
So no matter what, I should break the shackles of martial arts mythology and reach the next level!

(End of this chapter)