However, Meng Zhao was fearless in his heart, but a trace of indifferent joy arose in his heart, which appeared in his purple eyes, mixed with a strong fighting spirit.
As the old saying goes, a good friend is hard to find, but a good opponent is even harder to find.
Meng Zhao has been practicing so far, and his combat power is so high that even he himself has no bottom, because he rarely takes action as much as he wants, and few people can force him into a desperate situation.
For example, at the Demon Gathering in the Bleeding Waters Immortal Palace, he lost consecutively to the powerful innate demons, but it was easy and simple, without any difficulty, and he was simply innate, so he was not interested at all.
To paraphrase Guan Erye’s words, a group of people who are trying to sell out their bids and destroy bricks and mortar may be arrogant, but more importantly, they are confident and confident in their own strength.
Especially after the three great masters talked about martial arts and Taoism, Meng Zhao gained a lot, and his realm became more and more refined and lofty, entering a mysterious realm that was difficult to fathom, and he was improving almost every moment.
Therefore, he wants a strong person who can weigh himself, as a reference to summarize what he has learned.
Today, Meng Zhao felt that this Dharma King Gebu of Pudu Sect was a very rare and powerful opponent.
Seeing that the old monk didn't answer any more, Meng Zhao didn't want to waste precious time, so he raised his energy and kicked lightly with his toes.
The boulder under his feet, which weighed several thousand kilograms, roared, tore apart the entangled vines, and smashed towards King Gebu, causing the lake to collapse violently. It was much worse than the old monk who just uprooted the old tree in the mountain not long ago.
Even more domineering.
However, the difference is that Meng Zhao used exquisite body skills to dodge the giant tree that was shot at him, while King Gebu showed no intention of flinching and avoiding the impact of the extremely fierce boulder.
After absorbing the vitality, the colorful vitality of heaven and earth turned into a long stream like fine sand, poured into his body from his mouth and nose, his whole body glowed, and the vitality rolled like a tide, exploding in his body.
Then, Old Senggebu's thin palms were covered with fine golden light, and he swatted towards the boulder that was speeding towards him.
Just like swatting flies or mosquitoes, there is no subtle way to relieve force. It is purely performed with strong force.
With a crackling sound like the flash of electric light, the old monk's palm directly smashed the extremely hard and surprisingly heavy boulder into pieces, and fell to the ground with a clatter, but his thin body did not even shake.
Meng Zhaotong's pores shrank, and the purple halo flickered like a halo. This kind of physical cultivation is really rare, but it is so powerful that it is worthy of his action, isn't it?
"What a dragon-elephant golden body, indestructible and indestructible, with infinite power. Let's try his edge again."
This time, Meng Zhao did not use the objects in the surrounding environment. Instead, he stretched out his arms and flew towards King Gebu like a roc spreading his wings, intending to engage him in a one-on-one close combat.
As he transferred the qi and blood in his body, a strong halo of purple energy appeared on the surface of his body, and a true dragon god shape stuck tightly to the surface of his body, forming a protective armor like a light film.
It is created by the stimulation of dragon blood.
Facing Meng Zhao who was charging towards him, King Gebu was not surprised but overjoyed. He laughed loudly and rushed forward to meet him.
He has practiced martial arts for many years and is proficient in Buddhist special skills. He has rich experience in martial arts. However, from the beginning to the end, he has a dragon-elephant golden body and is invincible.
Although it is not enough to defeat the Grand Master, when faced with innate level experts, they are almost always crushed and rarely encounter opponents.
Even since he cultivated the dragon-elephant golden body, he has never seen anyone who had a physical body that was intact against him.
Regardless of Meng Zhao's martial arts skills, his courage is commendable.
While Meng Zhaoren was still in mid-air, he had already displayed his iron-smelting skills that he had refined over time. He took advantage of the force of his fall and broke the mountain with one move, which could be said to be the pinnacle of perfection.
When the palms of both hands crossed and pushed together, a purple thunderbolt was set off. Under the crash, the air flow surged. The fierce force, supported by the innate true energy and the body of the true dragon, was like a thunder, shaking in all directions. p>
The move of urging the mountain to break is one of the killer moves of the Iron Smelter. When practiced to the highest level, it can activate the palm power three times as powerful as one's own. At this time, Meng Zhao used it, which even raised his own limit.
The palm strength is almost four times greater than the original.
That is to say, Meng Zhao has a strong body and unparalleled energy and blood, which can withstand the backlash of such a powerful force.
The ferocity of this palm was far beyond King Gebu's expectation.
Judging from Meng Zhao's previous performance, he is a person with a sophisticated martial arts style. Of course, the style may be changeable, but it should also be based on this standard, but I never knew that he would have such explosive and unparalleled palm skills.
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This talent is indeed enviable, and the martial arts is almost omnipotent, almost like a god.
Not daring to be careless at all, in an instant, the old monk Gebu clenched his five fingers and made a fist seal. Thousands of fine golden lights like quicksand penetrated under his skin, drum after drum, like a fierce and powerful head that spread all over the world.
The unparalleled dragon elephant is swallowing energy and blood, absorbing the spiritual essence.
The muscles and bones all over the body make a creaking sound of stretching, like fine iron colliding and causing dazzling sparks.
The dark purple palm power and the golden fist power collided with each other.
There was a loud roar, and large air waves surged into pieces, like a string of lit firecrackers, making continuous explosions. Large areas of the extremely solid rocky ground began to collapse and crack.
The waterfalls flowing on the stone walls were briefly rolled upward due to the strong wind.
The snakes, insects, rats, and ants that were originally hiding in the forest were all driven out of their nests by the aftermath of the violent collision and fled away from this area. This weird scene was enough to scare those who are densely phobic.
Dizziness.
Of course, what is even more exciting is that because the strong wind was so strong, the two people who collided at this time were covered by dust and could not see clearly what was going on inside.
No one knows who is stronger in this no-frills fight.
It didn't take long before the dust in the sky dispersed, revealing the two people's current situation.
Meng Zhao stood less than two meters in front of King Gebu. His long sleeves were fluttering and his eyes were leisurely filled with wonder. His clothes were fairly neat and there was nothing embarrassing about him. Only the long sleeve on his right hand side was torn open and a big hole appeared. The mouth seemed to be torn off by someone.
In comparison, King Gebu Fa was much miserable.
Because of the location where the force was rushed and the force of the counter-shock, King Gebu was hit so hard that his feet sank several feet deep into the stone ground, as if someone had smashed him into the ground with a hammer. .
One hammer, two hammers, three hammers... Meng Zhao's hand is a hammer, and he himself is a nail.
However, compared with his slightly embarrassing performance, King Gebu's Qi did not fall but rose. His Qi and blood, as powerful as the oven of heaven and earth, did not suffer any loss or even exhaustion. His condition was even much better than before. .