That terrifying and powerful sense of oppression was like a fat hare, as powerless as facing the king of the mountains and forests.

The courage was lost, the spiritual will was destroyed by it, and even the power that had just been accommodated was faintly restless and dispersed, causing Zhang Zhichong's situation to take a sharp turn.

Although the transplanting of flowers and wood is a magical skill, it accommodates the same-original skills without any stagnation, and there is no conflict between the skills and no movement.

But there is a prerequisite for this, that is, a strong enough spiritual will to suppress this power.

What Zhang Zhichong accepted was the five innate qi and blood and true qi, which allowed the foundation to be born, and the spirit was promoted in a very short time because of its overly powerful foundation. This was actually unstable.

Zhang Zhichong's conceit, arrogance, and underestimating Meng Zhao are all negative effects caused by sudden spiritual uplift.

Originally, he could also use his martial arts wisdom to suppress this adverse effect, and look for opportunities in the future to completely and completely store his skills for his own use, such as instructing him.

But under the strong suppression of Meng Zhao's domineering punch, it left a deep mark on his heart. There was a gap in his heart and his spiritual will was in a slump, so his skills tended to be rioted.

Just like there is a problem with the brain, and the control of the body's center is not strong, the body will naturally not strong.

"No, suppress me!"

Zhang Zhichong looked ugly, raised his arms horizontally, and put his fingers on his chest. He used the powerful skills of Ruyi Xunfeng Hengtianshu to operate the secret technique. A terrifying aura gradually calmed down under his strong grinding and suppression, but his aura was also weaker.

After making that domineering punch, Meng Zhao slowly retracted his fist. Seeing Zhang Zhichong using secret techniques to suppress the restlessness in his body, he was slightly disappointed.

A powerful person must have excellent qualities in all aspects, but Zhang Zhichong's mental will seems to be a little weak, and he was actually hit by his punch. It is a pity that his skills are unbalanced.

If such terrifying skills were to be a real warrior who could cause him some trouble and make him more interested, there would be no such possibility now.

Swish!

Meng Zhao took a light step, and his burly body wearing golden armor tore through the sky, turning into a dazzling golden light, and instantly approached Zhang Zhichong.

The deep purple eyes were shining, and the qi and blood were everywhere. The big hand was spread out with five fingers, and the palm was facing down, and the palm was lightly falling towards Zhang Zhi.

If the sky overturns, it is like mountains and seas turning back, stars shifting, and the powerful will of martial arts far exceeds the skills of the palm technique itself.

Zhang Zhi rushed into the front of him, his ears roared endlessly, and his back was wet with cold sweat.

I just feel that this flesh palm can pick the stars and the moon, reverse the world, and make luck. I am so small and humble that being able to die under this palm is already my best fate.

The courage that had just been broken was even more broken at this time. The palm power had not reached, and the mind that had already played with it collapsed.

But, he was also a martial artist who was innately practicing Qi to become a gang level. He also had a strong foundation. He bit his tongue hard and a wisp of pain spread throughout his body. The pain dispelled cowardice, fear and other emotions, and instead stimulated blood and energy.

However, at this time, because of the shock of Meng Zhao's strong martial arts will, he lost the initiative and could not even dodge. He could only form a cross-shaped hand, sink his waist and fall down his horse, and his strength was born from his dantian, and he fought hard!

The thick true energy emerged from both arms and turned into two crossing air masses, carrying the captivating divine light, facing the extremely terrifying palm.

With a loud bang, the two of them collapsed half an inch in a circle. Because of their strong force, the gravel was like powder, and a violent hurricane flew across the four sides.

Zhang Zhichong was hit directly into the ground by this light-looking palm, and from his waist, he penetrated into the ground. Thin blood lines rushed out of his face, eyes, ears, nose and mouth.

For a moment, his eyes were red, his head buzzed, and he thought he had been beaten to death with a palm.

Fortunately, he has the foundation of many innate warriors and is extremely strong in his background. If he were other innate, even a master of evil and demonic practice like Niu Dali would have to be shocked to death by Meng Zhao's palm.

But he was just injured in his internal organs and bleeding from seven holes, which was already considered a blessing and a life of great fortune.

But then, Zhang Zhichong's true energy burst out and flew out from the ground. His whole body was wrapped in a twisted true energy. His legs were as shadowed as the wind, and he rolled up a blue leg force to kick Meng Zhao.

This move is also the martial arts in the book of Ruyi Xunfeng Hengtian, called Dulong Leg Technique, which is a slight and mysterious way to drill into strength.

Although the overall destructive power is not satisfactory, the single body's defense breaking ability is extremely high, which is more than one step ahead of Qianying Fist.

Meng Zhao was not very surprised. He stood there and did not move at all, grabbing and slapping with one palm.

The grabbing force is like a huge black hole, instantly swallowing the leg strength of the dragon's legs. It is the application of the Sky-Eclipse Sun-Eclipse Method against the enemy, while the beat force is the simple and unpretentious Dragon Palm Technique, which touches Zhang Zhichong's solemn foot.

With a dull sound, Zhang Zhichong was slapped out by Meng Zhao again. After landing, he stepped on the ground and stepped on the ground. He took twelve steps before he removed all the strength on his legs.

Even so, his right foot was still trembling, and the tendons and veins on his thighs were faintly damaged. The true energy that was originally filled with the foot meridian disappeared without a trace.

If it weren't for the protection of the true qi, his right leg would have been ruined.

"horrible!"

The fear in Zhang Zhichong's heart was still a little more despair. The feeling of weakness that he had obviously improved a lot but still seemed weak and weak in the face of monsters was too uncomfortable.

Of course he knew that he was not Meng Zhao's opponent, and he knew it from the time Meng Zhao made his first punch.

However, these two fights still made his heart sink and completely dim.

He even had such an idea.

With the extraordinary martial arts and talent shown by Meng Zhao at this time, there may be no one in the future that can match him.

Their achievements may also become a mythical legend.

At that time, will I be the one who has been an enemy of myths and legends and fights against me, and will be left in history and passed down through the ages?

Death is indeed terrifying.

But when death is inevitable, how to die becomes the most difficult thing to choose.

He felt that being able to die at the hands of a mythology and legend would be a good ending.

Perhaps, it is his own luck, not misfortune, to be able to die at Meng Zhao's hands.

This idea is so absurd, but so profound.

Zhang Zhichong quickly dispelled it, and if possible, he still didn't want to die.

Therefore, we can only use the trump card at the bottom of the box.
Chapter completed!