This bald man's internal strength has reached the state of acquired perfection, and he also practices a small Qingyuan Dharma body technique. His physical training skills are also quite insufficient, and his arm strength is amazing. He can carry a cauldron with his physical body alone.
Therefore, it is possible to use this broad sword, which weighs more than a hundred kilograms, like an embroidery needle, with swiftness yet lightness, ingenuity and variety, which is the state of lifting a heavy weight with ease.
The force of his fierce slap was enough to mobilize his internal strength and his own blood, but in the palm of this pretty boy, there was no movement at all, and he was completely suppressed.
The shock it brought was truly heartfelt. The difference between him and this pretty boy was the difference between an ant and a real dragon. How could he have the courage to attack him?
The annoyance in my heart gnaws at my heart like a poisonous snake, but I have to admit that it is self-inflicted.
His daily domineering and arrogant attitude greatly reduced his acumen. He clearly knew that this young man had a good status and was confident, so he was not someone to be trifled with, yet he was so arrogant that he wanted to go against him.
He obviously already knew that the other party could kill dozens of his subordinates with one move, so he was definitely no match. Yet, he seemed to have lost his mind and attacked him. Wouldn't it be asking for his own death?
However, there is no medicine for regret in this world. He has to pay the price for what he has done.
However, this bald man ignored that from the moment he appeared in front of Meng Zhao, his life and his destiny were no longer up to him. This is the helplessness of the weak.
Meng Zhao shook his head. This bald man's martial arts may be able to be seen in the acquired realm, but that's it.
He exerted a slight force on his right palm, and with a slight break, a sharp force was pressed against the broadsword in an instant. There was a crisp sound like a bell, and the bald man looked at the broadsword for which he was famous with despair.
, was torn apart by this pretty boy, and then was thrown towards him with a swish sound.
Although it is not a particularly clever hidden weapon technique, the power of this throw is still very terrifying.
With a sneer, the air resistance was broken, and it seemed to be blessed by the void energy, turning into a meteor.
The bald man didn't even have time to dodge before the broken tip of the broad sword rubbed against his bare scalp.
There are no scars on the top of the scalp, it just turns red due to friction, which looks a little funny.
Clicking, clicking, teeth chattering up and down, eyes closed tightly, death has never been so close to him.
Just a little bit, just a little bit, the tip of the broadsword thrown by Meng Zhao could smash his head just a little bit downwards.
This bald man, who obviously still had quite a bit of skill, huffed and his body softened. The muscles that were tense due to exerting force and the veins on his arms disappeared in an instant. He stepped back a few steps and gulped loudly.
Breathing heavily.
As for the broad sword in his hand, after letting go, Meng Zhao pulled it back into his hand.
He lowered his head and glanced at the damaged sword body. The broken parts were very neat, as if they were measured from the edge with a ruler and then cut with a tool, which shows how delicate his strength was.
Of course, being able to break such a tough weapon with his physical strength is something that makes him proud.
Although his physical body has not yet reached the point where it can withstand the weapons of divine weapons, at least it has the possibility of damaging such weapons. This is a great progress and transcendence.
Not long ago, he had a duel with Zhang Zhichong of Sao Feng Hall. If he was really serious, he might not be able to break the magic weapon Qingfeng into pieces like a broad sword.
"The blade of the sword is good, and the texture is not bad. It's just a pity that the person who uses the sword is a little weak!"
The bald man was so frightened that he paralyzed in place. Meng Zhao was not in a hurry to enjoy the fruits of victory. He just pointed at the broken front end of the broad sword and flicked it lightly. A series of lines appeared on the broad sword in an instant.
The cracks spread rapidly, and soon completely shattered into small pieces, falling on the snow.
He also did not use his true energy, but used his meticulous spirit to feel the texture and veins on the sword, and used enough force to destroy it, shattering the originally extremely strong broad sword.
Seeing this scene, the young lady of the Liu family and the driver were shocked and frightened. They knew that Meng Zhao's martial arts must be of extraordinary high level, and he might not be able to defeat him even if he was in the innate state.
After all, even if you don't experience it personally, but watch from the sidelines, you can have a certain degree of understanding of the martial arts realm that you can easily grasp.
The bald man came back to his senses and looked at Meng Zhao blankly, feeling scared, disappointed, and a little bit lucky.
"Why don't you kill me?"
Meng Zhao didn't kill him, of course it wasn't because he couldn't, let alone because he didn't dare. He himself confirmed this.
After all, if this pretty boy didn't have enough martial arts skills, he wouldn't look like he's seen a ghost now. If he wasn't courageous, he wouldn't kill dozens of his men in one fell swoop.
But he couldn't imagine the value of his existence.
"Why should I kill you? Will killing you do me any good?"
Meng Zhao smiled, a living person is far more valuable than a dead person, and those little minions are not qualified and will naturally die. Although this bald man is not too strong, his status is higher than
Others are one level higher.
It seems that he knows more, so he has a chance to survive.
Therefore, no matter when, where, or what you do, you must climb up. The higher you climb, the more opportunities you have, the greater the harvest, and even the chance of survival is higher than that of the little minions.
Three more points.
The young lady of the Liu family touched her belly and wanted to say something, but her eyes wandered and she stared at Meng Zhao for a moment, but she finally did not dare to say her words.
She hated this bald man very much. His disgusting eyes and obscene thoughts made her want to take out a sword and kill him immediately.
In fact, this bald man's hands were stained with the blood of many Liu family members, and he was her enemy.
However, since she is a smart person, she understands that she is not qualified to make any demands or conditions in front of this young man who met by chance.
She was able to be rescued because she was pitiful enough and her big belly aroused Meng Zhao's sympathy.
Secondly, it is natural to use a magical skill to gain the possibility of Meng Zhao taking action. Without this second point, the so-called pity is actually worthless.
Based on this, it is unrealistic for her to control Meng Zhao.
Of course, aside from these, what women think more about is their own safety.
With this young hero who is suspected to be from the Zhenwu Temple, even if he does not kill the bald man, the other party does not pose any threat to him. In this case, there is no need to do some annoying behavior.
The driver of the Liu family stared at the bald man angrily. He wanted to argue with Meng Zhao, but was held back by the young lady of the Liu family and did not dare to speak.
At the same time, they also realized that it was not them who controlled this place, but Meng Zhao.