Journey to the West: Yinhu Zhenjun

Chapter 85 The Tiger King of the Northland

In addition, among the dark clouds, General Ao Lie dodged Lu Yin's sword, and Nao Mo'ang followed immediately, with a three-edged gold mace touching the broad body of the Hanguang Sword.

When Lu Yin saw another person coming, he immediately shouted: "Little one!"

The light sword returned to its original state, and Lu Yin held it in his hand and started fighting with Mo Ang. That Mo Ang's skill was far superior to Ao Lie's. When the fight started, Lu Yin's pressure doubled.

He could only repeat his old trick, using his strong body to push forward. Mo Ang stabbed with his mace, and Lu Yin swung his sword across the board. Unexpectedly, Mo Ang turned his mace and took advantage of the situation, knocking the light out of Lu Yin's hand. .

Lu Yin was not impatient. With a thought, the lightsaber automatically turned its direction and stabbed at Ao Lie's huge body.

Ao Lie was so frightened that he rolled over and over again and again. He was not as hard-working as Lu Yin. If he was stabbed by a sword, Lu Yin would seize the opportunity to attack.

If one is not observed, there is danger of death.

Namoang had no choice but to hold the shaft with his left hand and push the mace handle with his right hand. The three-edged golden mace came out of his hand and hit the lightsaber accurately, allowing Ao Lie to escape the disaster.

But Lu Yin waved his iron fist and hit his head. Although Mo Ang was cautious, when he really came into contact, he realized how strong Lu Yin was.

With his arms raised, he was smashed open by Lu Yin's punch, and he stepped back again and again. Lu Yin pursued desperately, and then punched Mo Ang straight on the forehead.

When Mo Ang saw it, he was even more terrified. He just resisted a punch, and his arms were a little numb. If it hit the head firmly, it should be white and red.

Of course he twisted his body, but he relied on his armor to prepare for a punch.

Lu Yin didn't stop, he hit with all his strength. Mo'ang's body trembled, his mouth felt sweet, and he was beaten so hard that he took three steps in a row.

But he suddenly turned around and used his magic power to fight Lu Yin.

Mana surged wildly, trying to suppress Lu Yin. As expected, this pure mana competition was indeed something Lu Yin was not good at.

As soon as they spat out their strength, the two of them dispersed together, and each recalled their weapons.

Ao Moang swallowed the blood in his mouth, adjusted his breath, and said to the white dragon: "Third brother, you go back first."

Bailong nodded, turned into white light and fell into the clouds and mist in the distance, but it was repaired.

Without the maintenance of the white dragon's mana, the dark clouds in the sky slowly dispersed, revealing the figures of the two.

One was wearing precious armor and holding a gold mace, with a red mark between his eyebrows. The other was wearing tattered robes, holding a long sword, and his eyes were full of fighting intent.

Na Mo Ang suddenly laughed for a while, shook his head and said: "It was my fault, I didn't expect you to be so powerful, and you have the supernatural power of the sword, and you really shouldn't let the third brother fight with you."

Lu Yin raised his eyebrows and smiled, "Who exactly are you?"

Moang waved his hand, and a large flag was raised in the clouds and mist in the distance, with the words "Dragon Palace of the West Sea" written on it and "Prince Moang" written below.

"Listen up!"

"I am the Prince of Xihai, and so is Ao Mo'ang! The one you just injured is my third brother, the Third Prince of Jade Dragon, Ao Lie!"

"Who are you!"

Ao Moang shouted.

Lu Yin secretly thought that sure enough, he did not want to lose his momentum at the moment, so he said: "I am the king of the ghost Yin Mountain. I am famous for the four buckets of golden elixirs. I am not afraid of the demon tides and yakshas. The yellow wind has strong magical powers. The underworld generals and the city gods will form a formation." Kill the powerful enemy Tiger King!"

"The Tiger King of the Lower North Land, Lu Yin."

This sound was like a loud bell, spreading in all directions. It was unnecessary for Lu Yin to not announce the closing poem before, but in front of Prince Moang of the West Sea, his vigor must be killed!

As soon as these words came out, not only Hu Liu and others were surprised, but even the third prince of Yulong, Ao Lie, felt inferior. Everyone signed up for each other, so why did you just write a closing poem?
The following Jin Ling even cheered: "What a Northern Tiger King!"

After saying that, he stretched out his hand to pull Hu Liu and said anxiously: "Brother, we will definitely ask Brother Lu to give us a plastic surgery later. This is so handsome. This is so handsome!" Jin Ning regretted it even more. He had studied hard for many years. Scripture, why didn’t you think of giving yourself the entire opening poem!
Hu Liu smiled bitterly and could only temporarily agree, saying that it still depends on Lu Yin's intention. Jin Ling naturally agreed and worked with Jin Ning to find his own title.

Hu Liu also subconsciously thought about whether he should give himself a nickname. After all, he could be regarded as a demon king and would not lose Lu Yin's face if he said it.

Let’s not mention the following for the time being. Mo Ang, who was overwhelmed by Lu Yin’s opening poem, immediately replied: “What a Tiger King of the North, how dare you speak so loudly even if you haven’t yet achieved the golden elixir!”

"Come again!"

"Come!"

Lu Yin didn't waste any time. He untied the robe that was shattered by thunder, revealing the strong muscles of his upper body, and the light in his hand was a little heavier.

Mo'ang came again with his mace, Lu Yin blocked it with his sword, his mace came with his sword, and his fists with his legs blocked him. Mo'ang didn't dare to raise his weight, Lu Yin blocked it.

After fighting for a few rounds, the two were tied, but Mo Ang had the upper hand.

Mo Ang said with a smile: "Happy! It's a pity that you are not good at martial arts, otherwise, the ordinary golden core really can't do anything to you!"

But Lu Yin only said: "It's useless to talk more. Today we must distinguish between high and low!"

"it is good!"

Moang responded and shouted "Change!"

Mo'ang's figure became larger, his muscles bulged, the dragon horns on his head became more and more ferocious, his exposed skin was covered with gleaming scales, his hands and feet were like dragon claws, and he was taller than Lu Yin.

Not only that, the precious armor and golden maces on his body also became larger, and he looked at Lu Yin with a smile on his face: "I know you still have some skills to show off, use them all!"

"it is good!"

Lu Yin had no choice but to fight with Mo Ang again.

Mo'ang's moves were fierce, and Lu Yin's punches were heavy, but they were all taken with some seriousness.

They fought like this for dozens of rounds again. Lu Yin was covered in red marks and stained in some places. Mo Aang's hands and feet were weak and he couldn't hold his golden mace firmly.

There are a few more fist marks and a sword mark on the treasured armor. If it weren't for this treasured armor, Lu Yin would have ended up with his injury-for-injury style.

The two of them dispersed again. Lu Yin finally failed to achieve the golden elixir, and Mo Aung was exhausted. He smiled and said: "It seems that you have no chance to see your magical power this time."

Lu Yin also shook his head and smiled wryly: "Supernatural powers are not trivial. If you don't notice it for a while, you may hurt your friendship."

At this point, both of them had lost their will to fight. Lu Yin still had his magical powers, and so did Moang.

In this battle, as far as the present is concerned, Moang has a small victory.

The two looked at each other and smiled, each put their weapons away and held their hands.

"You are indeed the Prince of Xihai. His martial arts skills can be said to have reached the realm of enlightenment. I admire you greatly!"

Lu Yin cupped his hands.

Mo Ang laughed a few times, "My martial arts, I started to practice hard from my mother's womb, this is still not enough to help Brother Lu, anyway, let's all lower their clouds to comfort their subordinates, so as not to have any more conflicts."

"That's fine, see you later."

"Okay, see you later."

The two true men showed sympathy and sympathy for each other. They each comforted their subordinates and met each other behind the clouds.

(End of this chapter)