"Up. ”

Zhuge Mingpai commanded.

So, the four of them directly attacked Zhao Lu.

"Woo Woo Woo ......"

Four attack waves flew out from four directions, completely blocking all of Zhao Lu's retreats.

However, Zhao Lu did not panic at all.

With a little silver spear in his hand, four rays of light flashed from the tip of the spear, and the four attack waves were immediately broken.

"Whew......"

Seeing this, Zhuge Mingpai directly flashed to follow.

At the same time, he also used the spiritual skill of penance for many years, the Thunder Yin Sword Technique.

"Boom ......"

There was a thunderous sound in the sword move.

It's getting denser and louder.

This is the power of the Lei Yin Sword Technique, the sword speed is like thunder, and the sword sound is permeable.

It can not only bring substantial harm to the other party, but also cause a lot of trouble to the other party.

However, Zhao Lu didn't seem to be affected by the thunder sound in the slightest.

With a flick of his wrist, the tip of the spear flickered like a spark.

No matter how fast Zhuge Ming's sword speed is, the tip of the spear can keep up and resolve them one by one.

The other three saw Zhuge Ming take out the spiritual skills at the bottom of the box.

There was no delay, and each used their own spiritual skills.

"Whirring ......"

The plate axe in He Wei's hand was danced vigorously, and small whirlwinds appeared around the plate axe.

The small whirlwind rushed into the battle circle with the plate axe, and Zhao Lu's silver spear control power suddenly weakened a lot, and his head was also much lower.

Look at Lu Ying again, a long whip is like a snake, wandering around, every time it is launched, it is pointed at the vital points around Zhao Lu, making Zhao Lu very embarrassed.

Finally, there is Mu Tian.

A bulky iron ring knife was splashed by him, and a trace of fire came out, turning into a cloud of fire.

The cloud of fire either flew into the sky or fell to the ground.

But no matter where it falls, it will make Zhao Lu distracted and resist, so Zhuge Ming's sword moves are becoming more and more sharp.

The four of them attacked at the same time like this, although there was no coordination at all, but it was better than the number of people.

The so-called two fists are hard to beat with four hands, and Zhao Lu soon fell into the disadvantage.

"Aren't you crazy, boy?"

Seeing that Zhao Lu was about to lose, Zhuge Mingpai hurriedly opened his mouth and ridiculed.

"Hehe, rejoicing too soon. ”

"Roaring ......"

Zhao Lu said, and a loud roar came out from the tip of the gun.

The roar was like a dragon's roar, like a tiger's roar.

So, the four of them froze in their hands, and Zhao Lu hurriedly launched a counterattack with a gun.

"Brush Brush Brush ......"

Four shots in a row, stabbing the four in the right shoulder.

The tip of the gun retreated, and the bodies of the four people rolled in the air several times in a row, and then fell straight to the ground.

Their shoulders were broken, and they could no longer hold Lingwu.

"This marksmanship also carries a mental attack?!"

Mo Gan could see that the key to Zhao Lu's victory was the spiritual attack attached to the loud roar.

If it weren't for that brief mental attack, Zhao Lu wouldn't have been able to win at all.

"I don't know where he got this spiritual skill, he deserves to win. Mo Gan muttered.

Spiritual attacks can only be used by strong people above the Spirit Saint Realm, but I didn't expect that Zhao Lu's marksmanship also exists, Rao is Mo Gan has a system, and this kind of spiritual skill is unheard of.

"You're still too rubbish!"

Zhao Lu looked at the four people who fell to the ground and laughed.

The one who has the last laugh is the winner.

He, Zhao Lu, is the final winner.

"What's going on?"

Just as Zhao Lu was grinning, a voice came.

When Zhuge Mingpai heard this voice, he immediately became happy: "Brother Meng, this kid wants to kill the four of us, and he looks down on your Meng family, you quickly kill him." ”

"Oh, you look down on our Meng family?" Meng Liang asked, his expression very grim.

"The Meng family, that's it, even the director of Tianbao Pavilion ran away with his sister-in-law. Zhao Lu shrugged his shoulders and replied.

"Huh!"

Mo Gan, who was hiding next to him and watching the battle, suddenly looked embarrassed when he heard Zhao Lu's words.

"Boy, what did you say?"

Meng Liang shouted, a terrifying aura came out, and Zhao Lu immediately hit a spirit.

"It's that Meng Yucheng who eats, drinks, prostitutes, gambles, owes 800 billion, and then runs away with his own kid. Zhao Lu explained, his tone full of ridicule.

"Nonsense!"

Hearing Zhao Lu's explanation, Meng Liang immediately became angry.

"I'm not talking nonsense, everyone in Tiandu City said so, and there is a book on this matter, and the four of them just want to snatch the book in my hand. Zhao Lu smiled again.

This time, Mo Gan was even more embarrassed when he heard this.

He originally thought that these five things would be some kind of treasures and spiritual skills, but he didn't expect that it would be the three books he wrote by spoofing.

"Really?"

Meng Liang set his eyes on the four Zhuge Ming cards.

"The book is with him. Zhuge Mingpai said.

"Here you go!" Zhao Lu was very upright, and directly threw the three books over, but there was a bad smile on his face.

Meng Liang raised his hand to catch the book, and his eyes fell on the book cover.

"Young Meng Yucheng" - by Mo Gan

"Young Woman and Little Sister-in-law" - by Mo Gan

"Two or Three Things About Meng Yucheng and My Sister-in-law" - by Mo Gan

Seeing Mo Gan's name, the anger in Meng Liang's eyes flashed several times.

Then he opened his first book and began to read.

As soon as he read a few lines, Meng Liang was so angry that he tore the three books to shreds.

"Mo Gan, if you kill my uncle and insult his reputation like this, I will definitely break your body into ten thousand pieces. Meng Liang was so angry that he looked up to the sky and roared.

"Really?"

Just when everyone was suppressed by Meng Liang's anger, a voice came out.

Everyone looked for prestige, but at some point, there was actually one more person beside Zhao Lu.

"You...... You ......"

After Zhuge Mingpai saw Mo Gan's face clearly, he was suddenly speechless with fright.

He knew everything Mo Gan had done in Tianlong City, and he knew Mo Gan's methods too well.

"You ......"

After all, they had drunk wine together in Baihualou, and Zhao Lu also recognized Mo Gan.

However, he couldn't remember Mo Gan's name for a while.

"Boy, who are you?" Meng Liang asked as he looked at Mo Gan.

"Aren't you going to break me into pieces? Why, you don't know me?" Mo Qian said with a smile.

"Are you Mo Gan? are you the one who killed my uncle and published a book to ruin his reputation?" Meng Liang's face had already begun to distort.

"Who are you?" asked Mo Gan.

"I am the eldest son of the Meng family, Meng Liang. Meng Liang replied.

"Oh, Meng Liang, I have something to trouble you, can you tell me what is the name of your Great Elder of the Meng Family? I have also published a book for you The Great Elder of the Meng Family, called "The Story of the Great Elder of the Meng Family and His Little Sister-in-law", but the title of the book is too long, and I plan to change the title to an adult name. Mo Gan asked with a smile.

"Bastard!"

Meng Liang is the sixteenth generation grandson of the Great Elder, so when he heard Mo Gan personally ask his ancestor about his ancestor's name, and even published a book to insult him, he directly opened his fist and rushed towards Mo Gan.

"Master Mo, this person is very powerful, you dodge, let me come. ”

Seeing Meng Liang launch, Zhao Lu dodged in front of Mo Gan, ready to meet Meng Liang's blow.

However, before Zhao Lu was ready, he felt that the sky was dark.

He looked up and saw a large palm appear in the air.

The big palm fell, and Meng Liang, who was rushing in, was directly slapped into the soil by the big palm.

"It's just a first-order Lingzun, and you dare to call me out, I'm impatient!"

Zhao Lu knew that the voice was coming from behind him.

When he turned around, he saw that Mo Gan had just withdrawn his palm, and his palm was still getting smaller.