Rural Romantic Life

Chapter 242 Better to Die for Your Fellow Daoist Than for Yourself

The young martial artist, Young Master Yu, was sweating profusely, his eyes filled with extreme shock.

Upon seeing this, the other ten powerful martial artists who were ready to watch the show instantly abandoned their playful expressions and became somewhat serious.

Judging from the scene where Lu Yang casually shattered the old man's entire arm into a bloody mist with a single palm strike, Lu Yang's martial arts strength was definitely much greater than any of theirs, and they had completely underestimated him.

The old man endured the excruciating pain, looking at his empty right arm. Besides shock, he also felt extreme regret.

However, now that things have come to this, all he wants to do is to fight hard and truly kill his opponent to avenge himself.

He immediately shouted a warning to the other ten powerful martial artists, "This kid is acting strangely. Why don't you join us and kill this little bastard? Do you want to just stand by and watch him enter the central position and ruin the patriarchs' plans?"

Upon hearing this, more than a dozen powerful martial artists reacted instantly.

They all drew their various weapons and flew towards Lu Yang's position to attack.

Seeing this, the old man's lips curled into a cruel smile: "You little bastard, I have to admit you are the most powerful genius of the younger generation I have ever seen, but today you too will perish here!"

"But don't worry, those three absolutely gorgeous girls who were with you, after you die, I'll kill them right in front of your corpse. I think that feeling will definitely make me feel like I'm flying..."

"Ha ha……"

Click!

As soon as the old man finished speaking, he suddenly felt a blur before his eyes, and Lu Yang, who was originally several meters away from him, actually arrived in front of him with lightning speed.

He then reached out and grabbed the man's neck, before the other man's playful voice rang out: "Is that so?"

That's all!

The old man's neck was casually snapped by Lu Yang, like a duck's neck.

The old man, however, had bulging eyes and an unprecedented look of horror, as if he had died with his eyes wide open in disbelief.

"You little bastard, you deserve to die! Take this from Kratos first!"

A burly man with legs like real pillars took only a few steps on the ground before arriving in front of Lu Yang. He suddenly raised a huge cleaver in his hand high and then slashed down with a fierce motion like splitting a mountain.

He wanted to cleave Lu Yang's entire body in two, so that he would die without a complete corpse.

Feeling the powerful wind from the slashing blade, Lu Yang remained expressionless, but a dragon sword he had recently acquired suddenly appeared in his hand.

when!

With a casual swing of the dragon sword, the greatsword, which was about to cleave down, was deflected and finally crashed into the ground with a thunderous roar, carving a deep trench in the earth—a truly shocking sight.

Caught off guard and enraged, the burly man raised his broadsword again, sweeping it horizontally towards Lu Yang's waist with the force of a thousand soldiers, cursing, "You little bastard, you got lucky just now, let's see if you can dodge it now!"

Lu Yang scoffed dismissively, "Hide? What right do you have to tell me to hide?"

Just now, Lu Yang merely dodged the opponent's broadsword casually and took the hit head-on. If he were allowed to take the hit head-on, he would have simply used his Dragon Sword to slash directly at the blade of the broadsword.

However, he was not quite sure what the Dragon Sword was made of, and it would be a pity if it were cleaved in two by the broadsword.

Lu Yang suddenly unleashed the full power of his dantian's spiritual energy, making the Dragon Sword's attack even more terrifying. Seeing the broadsword sweeping towards him, he lightly touched the ground with his toes, and his entire body soared into the air like an eagle.

call out!

Then, with a diving motion, he struck the strong man squarely in the head.

The burly man was taken aback by Lu Yang's incredible speed and exquisite movements. Seeing the Dragon Sword swooping down like a real dragon, he had no time to think and wildly slashed at the Dragon Sword with his broadsword.

puff!

only?

He didn't even touch the Dragon Sword, yet he heard the sound of the Dragon Sword piercing through his watermelon right above his head.

Bang!

With a slight stir of the dragon sword in Lu Yang's hand, the burly man's entire watermelon was shredded into a bag of pulp.

The burly man died instantly, his cold body collapsing to the ground. This scene shocked the young martial artist who had initiated the attack; his legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground, terrified as if he had lost his soul.

Although the other nine powerful martial artists witnessed how easily Lu Yang had killed the strong man, they were already prepared and had no choice but to continue their frantic attacks on Lu Yang.

The burly man was a step ahead of them, which led to him being forced into a one-on-one fight with Lu Yang, resulting in his miserable end.

However, the remaining nine of them attacked the opponent from nine different directions with great coordination. Under such circumstances, they believed that even if the opponent's martial arts strength was strong, they could not truly fight four opponents with two fists.

Besides, there were nine of them, with eighteen hands!

The nine attacked together, unleashing an earth-shattering offensive.

The sight of this scene, witnessed by Liu Yiyi and the others not far away, left them utterly shocked and somewhat worried for Lu Yang.

However, their worries were ultimately unnecessary.

Suddenly, Lu Yang unleashed eighteen sword strikes almost simultaneously.

Moreover, the power of each sword strike is terrifying.

bang bang bang...

In an instant, the nine powerful martial artists who had been attacking Lu Yang were sent flying backwards just as quickly as they had pounced on him.

Rumble...

The sound of nine bodies crashing to the ground rang out again.

Pfft... Pfft... Pfft...

What followed was another spectacular scene of nine people spitting blood.

All nine people who had just been hit by Lu Yang were severely injured and unable to fight anymore. At this moment, they stared at their opponent with a look of genuine horror, as if they had seen a ghost.

Seeing this, Lu Yang stroked the pale golden dragon sword in his hand with satisfaction. At first, he was a little worried about the material of the dragon sword and whether it would chip when it came into contact with other people's weapons. Now it seems that the dragon sword is fine at all. The material is exceptionally sturdy and can enhance his martial arts combat power by at least 30% at critical moments.

Lu Yang glanced at the trembling young martial artist not far away and said calmly, "If you don't want to die, go and kill them all, then take us to the central area to see the situation!"

The young martial artist sensed that Lu Yang's tone was not joking and quickly realized that if he did not do as the other party said, he would probably be killed on the spot.

In order to save his own life, he had no choice but to sacrifice his fellow Daoists rather than himself.

He quickly stood up, holding his sword, and walked towards the nine heavily injured warriors.