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Chapter 1108 Don't kill (please subscribe)

This bald man's internal strength has reached the acquired Dzogchen realm, and he also practiced a small Qingyuan Dharma body formula, and his body training skills are quite insufficient, his arm strength is amazing, and his physical body alone has the strength to carry a tripod.

That's why he was able to use this broad sword, which weighed more than a hundred catties, like an embroidery needle, swift yet light, ingenious and changeable, it was the realm of lifting weight as if it were light.

His ruthless slam force was able to use enough internal energy and his own blood, but in the palm of this little boy, there was no movement at all, and he was completely suppressed.

The shock it brought was really huge from the heart. He and this little boy were the difference between an ant and a real dragon. How could he have the guts to attack him?
The annoyance in his heart gnawed at his heart like a poisonous snake, but he had to admit that it was self-inflicted.

The daily domineering, arrogance and arrogance have greatly reduced his sensitivity. He clearly knows that this young man has a good status and confidence.

What's more, he already knew that if the opponent killed dozens of his subordinates with one move, he must not be an opponent, but he seemed to have lost his mind. Wouldn't it be self-defeating to shoot at him?

However, there is no medicine for regret in this world, and he has to pay the price for what he has done.

However, the bald man ignored it. From the moment he appeared in front of Meng Zhao, his life, his destiny, was beyond his control. This is the helplessness of the weak.

Meng Zhao shook his head, this bald man might be able to see his martial arts in the Houtian realm, but that's all.

With a little force on his right palm, he gently snapped it, and a sharp and vigorous force instantly pressed on the broad sword. There was a crisp sound like a bell, and the bald man looked at the broad sword he was famous for with despair. , was broken by this little white face, and flung at him with a whoosh.

Although it is not a particularly ingenious hidden weapon method, this throwing power is still very terrifying.

With a snort, the air resistance was broken, and it seemed to be blessed by the vitality of the void, turning into a shooting star.

The bald man didn't even have time to dodge, but the broken tip of the broad sword rubbed against his bare scalp.

There was no scar on the top of the scalp, it was just red from friction, which looked funny.

He rattled, his teeth chattered up and down, and his eyes were closed tightly. Never had death been so close to him for a moment.

Just a little bit, just a little bit, the tip of the broadsword thrown by Meng Zhao, as long as it is a little bit lower, can smash his head.

This is a big bald man who obviously still has a lot of skill in his body. After a huff, his body softened. The muscles tensed and the veins around his arms disappeared instantly because of exertion. He stepped back a few steps and mouthed Panting heavily.

As for the broad sword in his hand, Meng Zhao pulled it back into his hand after he let go.

Looking down at the damaged sword body, the breaks were very neat, as if measuring from the edge with a ruler, and then cutting it with a tool, which shows the delicacy of his strength.

Of course, being able to break such a tough weapon with physical strength is something that makes him proud.

Although his physical body has not yet reached the point where he can resist the sharp weapon of the divine weapon, at least he has the possibility to damage this sharp weapon. This is a great progress and transcendence.

Not long ago, he had a duel with that Xiaofengtang Zhang Zhichong. If he had really put his heart into it, he might not have been able to shatter that magical soldier Qingfeng, like the broad sword at that time.

"The blade is not bad, and the texture is not bad, but it's a pity that the person who uses the sword is a little weaker!"

The bald man was so frightened that he fell limp in place, and Meng Zhao was not in a hurry to enjoy the fruits of victory. He just pointed at the broken front end of the broadsword and flicked it lightly. The crack spread rapidly, and soon completely shattered into tiny pieces, falling on the snow.

He also didn't use his true energy, but felt the veins and veins on the sword body with a meticulous mind, and with enough force to destroy it, he shattered the originally extremely solid broadsword.

Seeing this scene, Mrs. Liu's young lady and the coachman were both shocked and afraid. They knew that Meng Zhao's martial arts must be extraordinary, and even at the beginning of his innate state, he might not be able to beat him.

After all, even if you don't experience the level of martial arts at your fingertips, you can still have a certain degree of cognition by watching it from the sidelines, which is impossible for ordinary innate warriors.

The bald man came back to his senses and stared blankly at Meng Zhao, feeling terrified, disappointed, and fortunate,
"Why didn't you kill me?"

Meng Zhao didn't kill him, of course it wasn't impossible, and it wasn't that he didn't dare, he himself confirmed this point.

After all, if this little boy was not good at martial arts, he wouldn't look like he saw a ghost now, and if he wasn't brave enough, he wouldn't kill dozens of his subordinates in one fell swoop.

But he couldn't think of where the value of his existence lies.

"Why did you kill you? Is it good for me to kill you?"

Meng Zhao smiled. A living person is far more valuable than a dead person, and those young people are not qualified, so they will naturally die. Although this bald man is not too strong, his status is higher than that of a dead person. Others are one level higher.

It seems that he knows more, so he has a chance to survive.

So, no matter when, where, and no matter what you do, you must climb up. The higher you climb, the more opportunities you will have, and the greater your rewards. Even the possibility of surviving is higher than that of a young man. Three more points.

Mrs. Liu's young lady rubbed her belly, wanting to say something, but her eyes shifted, and after staring at Meng Zhao for a while, she finally dared not speak her words.

She hated this bald man very much. His disgusting gaze and obscene thoughts made her wish to kill him immediately with a sword.

What's more, this bald man's hands were stained with the blood of many members of the Liu family, and he was an enemy of her.

However, since she is a smart person, she understands that she has no qualifications to put forward any requirements or conditions in front of this young man who met by chance.

She was rescued because she was pitiful, and her big belly aroused Meng Zhao's sympathy.

Two, of course, is to use a magical skill to get the possibility of Meng Zhao's shot. Without this second point, the so-called pitiful is actually worthless.

Based on this, it is unrealistic for her to influence Meng Zhao.

Of course, aside from these, women think more about their own safety.

With this young hero who is suspected to be from Zhenwuguan, even if he doesn't kill the bald man, the other party will not pose any threat to him. In this case, there is no need to do some annoying behaviors.

The driver of the Liu family glared at the bald man angrily, and wanted to argue with Meng Zhao, but was stopped by Mrs. Liu's young lady and dared not speak.

At the same time, they also realized that it was not they who controlled this place, but Meng Zhao.

(End of this chapter)