Zhang Zhichong didn't know that in Meng Zhao's eyes, the divine weapon Qingfeng, which he regarded as his ultimate trump card, was just a gadget to please women. He only felt that his abilities had improved a lot after becoming the leader of the army for a short period of time. p>
With a thought, his true energy exploded and wrapped around his body. His tattered clothes were blown away by the strong wind in an instant. A series of afterimages of the person were left behind in the place and along the path. After a few seconds, a wave of excitement was stirred up.
A strong wind.
When Zhang Zhichong stood still, he realized that he had suddenly crossed a distance of more than ten feet in an instant, as if he was run over by a dragon elephant along the way. The speed of his movement was far beyond what he had ever been able to do before, and his improvement was huge.
, appalling, simply not like what humans can do, almost like ghosts and gods.
"This is the power of the divine weapon, wonderful, wonderful, wonderful!"
Zhang Zhichong's expression suddenly blurred, and joy burst out from his heart. The words that the old man often said appeared in his mind involuntarily, there is no perfect way for man, and indeed there is no perfect way for man.
With such speed, he might be able to get rid of the entanglement of Meng Zhao and Yang Wu's army, run out of here, and from now on, the sea will be vast with fish leaping, and the sky will be hot with birds flying.
As for relying on the power of divine weapons to kill Meng Zhao, he might have had some thoughts before seeing Meng Zhao's terrifying martial arts. But now, after being beaten to a pulp and even leaving his inner demons behind, it was nothing but extravagant hope.
I dare not have any fantasies.
When Meng Zhao saw this scene, his eyes were startled. He did not expect such a change.
He has some understanding of the power of the divine weapon. If he can be recognized by the divine weapon and become the master of the weapon, in addition to being able to use the divine weapon to communicate with the vitality of the world and increase his combat power, the biggest benefit is actually being blessed by the divine weapon and gaining all kinds of original qualities.
A magical power unique to divine weapons.
For example, Han Pu's Changyang Divine Sword actually contains the power of Zhongyang, which can not only help Han Pu improve his daily practice and understand martial arts, but also can erupt with terrifying scorching heat like the blazing sun in battle.
Ability.
Another example is Feng Chi Dang, Zhuo Mufeng's skills are shallow and he can only use the magic weapons to communicate the vitality of heaven and earth, but he does not have the ability of the magic weapons to increase his magical powers.
Unexpectedly, Zhang Zhichong's good fortune may be that the nature of the martial arts he practiced is quite consistent with the divine weapon Qingfeng. Therefore, even though he became the master of the weapon for a short time, he was blessed by the divine weapon's magical power, and he had similar extreme speed and divine speed.
The speed of promotion and movement is not even matched by Meng Zhao.
Of course, Meng Zhao didn't care. Although the opponent was fast, he still couldn't escape his grasp.
Thinking of this, he did not want to continue to be entangled. In his purple eyes, there was a vague star flashing with endless imperial power. On the spiritual platform, the power of thousands of stars burst out and merged into his body.
Suddenly, the Qi around him greatly increased, the blood Qi disappeared, but the majestic Qi became more intense. Wherever his eyes glanced, no matter who he was, no matter what level of martial arts he had reached, there was a feeling of sweat dripping and panic.<
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This is not murderous intent, nor is it domineering, but a special kind of spiritual coercion, which is like the power of heaven to overwhelm everyone. If Meng Zhao's strong martial arts will is not his opponent, it will be difficult not to be affected.
Faced with this glance, Zonglongcheng was also frightened, as if facing a formidable enemy.
Meng Zhao made a finger gesture with one hand, gently twirling his thumb and middle finger, and stretched and relaxed his other fingers, smiling like a flower. A wisp of Zen rhyme came out of his body, just like the Buddha holding a flower and smiling, wisps of faint golden light.
It emerges from its body surface.
The golden light ranges from shallow to rich, and complements the golden armor worn by Meng Zhao's majestic body.
In just a short moment, a huge Buddha statue several feet high appeared, filled with majesty, sacredness, strength, and power, and had an unparalleled energy to subdue all demons.
As soon as the Buddha's Dharma appeared, heaven and earth interacted, and the clouds on the horizon were flowing rapidly, and soon turned into a Buddha in the clouds. The Buddha's face looked like the earth, and he looked extremely scary.
"This, what kind of martial arts is this that is so shocking and powerful?"
In fact, there were not many warriors who had seen Meng Zhao Buddha's palm flying across the sky, but there were a few who were present at the palace that day. Even those who had never seen it had heard that Meng Zhao had this kind of Buddhist method.
But no one knew that the Buddhist martial arts that Meng Zhao knew was so terrifyingly powerful.
The Buddha's Dharma Appearance looks only a few feet high. Compared with the Divine Dragon Dharma Appearance that Meng Zhao once revealed by the Mingxiu Lake, it is simply a world of difference.
However, this Buddha is the spiritual charm that has come true, that is, the power of his divine appearance. The heaven and earth interact so well that even the cloud-like Buddha appears in the high altitude clouds, as if the sky is shaking and the earth is shaking. How can this kind of power be compared to the simple size of the Dharma? At the moment when the Buddha's Dharma appeared, the entire vast venue seemed to be plunged into a muddy swamp, and the air was filled with a ubiquitous oppressive force.
It is extremely difficult to even move.
What's even more frightening is that this swamp-like restraint and suppressive power seems to be constantly adjusting and changing with the individual's strength.
The stronger the person, the greater the suppression, while the weaker person, the restriction is much smaller.
The combination of Fudo Myoyo's Mahamudra for subduing demons and Meng Zhao's Emperor Qi-seeing technique has such a terrifying effect.
Zhang Zhichong temporarily took charge of the Divine Weapon, and gained the magical power of the Divine Weapon Qingfeng. His speed greatly increased. Before he could start running, he was restrained by Meng Zhao's sudden appearance of the Buddha's Dharma.
Although he could barely maintain his ability to move with the help of the magic weapon, under this kind of oppression, his already miraculous movement and lightness skills were brought down to a very ordinary level.
The vitality of heaven and earth that could have been controlled, but for some unknown reason, abandoned him one after another, making him seem to be living in a world without vitality. Although his own true energy was extremely fierce, it could not match the general trend of heaven and earth. p>
He looked at Meng Zhao, who was shrouded in Buddha's light and Sanskrit sounds. Seeing the Buddha's appearance was like seeing Meng Zhao.
How can this person be so strong?
The next moment, Meng Zhao stretched out one hand and slowly grabbed Zhang Zhichong.
The Buddha's Dharma wrapped around him also showed a huge golden Buddha's palm, covered with swastika halo, which spanned the layers of space and instantly grasped Zhang Zhichong's body full of true energy in his palm.
With a hard squeeze, the zhenqi exploded, and Zhang Zhichong's whole body burst apart, and blood gushed out.
I saw him yelling,
"I will fight with you."
The azure light in the hand became powerful, turning into a huge wind blade and slashing towards the Buddha's palm.
But it only caused a fine layer of light to ripple, and the Buddha's palm was not damaged at all. Instead, it once again squeezed the object in its hand.
Creak, creak, creak...
Bones, flesh, blood, and organs were stirred together and slowly flowed down the Buddha's palm to the ground.
There is only a dagger that exudes green light, as moist as ever, and not stained by dark matter.