A simple, ordinary punch. Not to mention any martial artist who practices boxing, even a three-year-old child can use it when playing. It looks like a joke, and there are no other unnecessary movements. p>
However, Meng Zhao's punch was as skillful as it was clumsy. The muscles and membranes all over his body moved so complicatedly that it was almost as if he had made thousands of moves. The pure force of his body vibrated the air, superimposed the force, and stirred up hundreds of thousands of punches.
With divine power, it can launch a fist-shaped air cannon in the air, shattering iron and stone thirty feet away.
Not to mention, this punch is full of true energy, and it also contains an unparalleled and terrifying will to suppress gods and demons.
The strength of the physical body, combined with the surging Qi, and the unparalleled martial arts will form an extremely powerful punch.
Suddenly, the fist came out, the dragon roared, a heavenly dragon chanted, and the strength of the fist turned into a majestic and fierce dragon. The dragon's head was as big as a mountain gate, like a hidden dragon coming out of the abyss, roaring out, towards the cyan shadow of the fist that filled the sky.
The tornado gnawed away.
Like an egg hitting a stone, or a knife cutting tofu, the moment the two touched each other, the Qianying Fist Style that Zhang Zhichong thought was a tyrannical method was swept away in an instant, and the dragon-shaped fist force continued towards Zhang Zhichong unabated. Zhang Zhichong turned pale and spat out a mouthful of blood. As his figure swayed, he had already escaped from the range covered by the fist.
In an instant, a violent vibration came from under the feet of everyone, and there was even a thunderbolt from the blue, and the echoes of rumbling echoed endlessly.
Along with a thick puff of smoke and dust, everyone saw a huge corridor leading to the ground appeared, and in a very fast time, dirty water gurgled out, covering the entire corridor. p>
The power of one punch, not to mention Zhang Zhichong's terrifying punch, also directly penetrated the earth to an unknown depth, creating a temporary small diagonally upward pool. It can be said to be the power to change the topography.
This scene not only frightened Zhang Zhichong out of his wits and completely knocked this confident guy back to his senses, but also made everyone watching the battle in the open and covert inside and outside the field stunned and couldn't believe it.<
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Even the generals under Meng Zhao's throats squirmed, their saliva secreted wildly, their bladders swayed, and they felt a vague urge to urinate when faced with Meng Zhao's world-dominating punch.
Too fierce, too strong. This kind of violent, strong, and domineering method is pure crushing force.
After a short period of silence, there was an explosion of noise, and the voices of discussion were endless. Even the obedient Yangwu Army could not suppress the restless heart of the sergeant at this time.
In fact, many people do not understand the true power of Meng Zhao's punch. Their intuitive feeling is that if there is a mountain in front of Meng Zhao, then this punch may be able to penetrate the mountain from front to back.
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In the same way, if his enemy insists on resisting this punch, he will be crushed to pieces, which is the only outcome for Qi^
"Beimeng, the Dragon King, it's true, it's true!"
"With such strength and intention, I dare to say that in the future General Meng will be like a great master!"
"I'm spitting, you are so shameless and you are saying this here, I think with my toes, I know that if Meng Zhao cannot become a master, no one in the world can!"
Familiar warriors were talking to each other orally, or through voice transmission, frantically expressing their opinions on this punch.
A knowledgeable person will naturally tell you that his fists are majestic and domineering, overwhelming all the world, and being superior to others. A little less, he will tell that Meng Zhaozhen has an extremely high temperament, and his condensed Qi is like weak silk cloth compared with it. A little less,
Directly speaking from performance.
That scene was very much like a World Cup football match, with a famous scene that shocked the world and made people cry. It made people watching the game go crazy and even listen to it.
Long Cheng was one of the top martial artists among the people present. When he saw this punch, he felt panicked and numb.
He saw too much martial arts wisdom in this punch, but very little could be analyzed. This was enough to show that Meng Zhao's martial arts practice had reached an extremely advanced level.
However, this is not what makes him most uneasy and powerless.
What really makes Long Cheng feel incredible is Meng Zhao's most primitive power.
The strength of an innate warrior is closely related to his own foundation.
For example, Zhang Zhichong, who has accumulated five major talents throughout his life, combined with his own cultivation, has a strong foundation and majestic strength. It is rare in the world and is a level only achieved by the top geniuses.
Longcheng prides itself on cultivating purely with Qi, so in terms of strength, he is actually much weaker than the current Zhang Zhichong.
However, the power within his body is harmonious and free, which he cultivated step by step. He does not suffer any discomfort and can exert the greatest effect with the smallest amount of effort.
Therefore, if there is a real fight, he may not be afraid of the other party.
However, there seems to be a huge gap between such a person, such an encounter, and such power compared to Meng Zhao.
It's like two completely different species.
A person's limit may be ten units of strength, but Meng Zhao's limit is a hundred or even a thousand units of measurement.
The huge gap is really disappointing.
Apart from the explanation that he has a special constitution, Meng Zhao’s own practice and circumstances are certainly extraordinary.
It's not like he has never seen people with special physiques, and he has even defeated masters with special physiques, but Meng Zhao is definitely the most special and perverted one.
Suddenly, an idea came to Longcheng's mind: Meng Zhao's physique is not an ordinary special physique, but that kind of supreme physique?
This thought only fleetingly passed through Long Cheng's mind, and was immediately forgotten.
The idea is beautiful, but it is unrealistic.
You must know that Shen Tianci’s psychic jade body is innately miraculous, but it is only a relatively powerful special constitution, far from being called a supreme being. How virtuous and capable is Meng Zhao, who can stand shoulder to shoulder with the ancient supreme beings?
Of course, after ruling out this possibility, what remains is that Meng Zhao is indeed very talented. Under the premise of a special physique, he has raised himself to a level that he should not have, and he has become as amazing as he is now.
Performance.
At least, in terms of personal foundation and background, Longcheng believes that he is far from Meng Zhao's opponent.
Compared with Longcheng, Zhang Zhichong’s feeling is more obvious.
He believed that he had inherited the five innate foundations through the secret method of transplanting flowers and trees, and quantitative changes led to qualitative changes, reaching a level of innate tyranny that had never been seen before, and he was even expected to challenge the Grand Master.
He also looked down upon the so-called Dragon King of Beimeng, wanted to kill him, disrupted the army formation, fought his way out of the siege, and reached the pinnacle of China's martial arts.
But the reality was too cruel. Meng Zhao used the power of a punch to tell him that the power of the unparalleled geniuses was beyond the imagination of ordinary people like him, let alone the thoughts of those geniuses with his mortal thinking.