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However, Meng Zhao was fearless in his heart, instead, a trace of calm joy arose, which appeared from his purple eyes, mixed with a strong fighting intent.

As the old saying goes, a confidant is hard to find, but a good opponent is even more rare.

Meng Zhao has practiced so far, and his combat power is so high that even he himself has no idea, because he has seldom shot to his heart's content, and few people can push him to a desperate situation.

For example, at the magic meeting in the Bishui Immortal Palace, the congenital strong in the magic way were defeated in a row, but it was easy and simple, without any difficulty. Waiting for the congenital, it didn't interest him at all.

To paraphrase the words of Guan Erye, a group of people who insert labels and sell heads, and those who are broken bricks and tiles, have arrogance, but more of them are self-confidence and confidence in their own strength.

Especially after the three great masters talked about martial arts and Dao, Meng Zhao gained a lot, and his realm became more and more subtle and lofty, and he stepped into an incomprehensible mysterious realm, improving almost every moment.

Therefore, he wants a strong man who can weigh himself, as a reference, to take over what he has learned.

Today, Meng Zhao feels that this Purdue Sect King Gebu is a very rare opponent who can be called a formidable enemy.

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 gave him a light kick with his toe.

The huge boulder under his feet, which weighed thousands of catties, whistled, tore through the entangled vines, and threw it at King Gebufa. point.

However, the difference is that Meng Zhao used his delicate body skills to dodge the giant tree that was shot at him, while Fawang Gebu did not flinch from the incomparably fierce impact of the boulder. Vitality, the colorful vitality of heaven and earth turned into a long stream like fine sand, poured into the body from his mouth and nose, the whole body glowed, and the vitality was billowing like a tide, exploding in the body.

Then, old Seng Gebu's thin palm was covered with fine golden light, and he slapped towards the boulder that was galloping towards him.

It's like hitting a fly or swatting a mosquito, there is no subtle method of unloading force, it is purely used with force.

With a crackling sound like lightning flashes, the old monk's palm directly slapped the extremely hard and surprisingly heavy boulder to pieces, and fell to the ground with a crash, but his thin body didn't even shake.

Meng Zhao's pupils shrank slightly, and the purple halo flickered like a circle of light. This kind of physical cultivation is really rare, but it is so powerful that it is worth his shot, isn't it?
"What a dragon elephant with a golden body, indestructible and indestructible, with infinite strength, let's try his sharpness again."

This time, Meng Zhao didn't use the utensils in the surrounding environment, but stretched out his arms, volleyed in the air like a roc spreading its wings, and rushed towards Gebu Fawang, wanting to fight hand-to-hand with him one-on-one.

As he moved the qi and blood in his body, a strong halo of purple air emerged on the surface of his body, and a real dragon god closely adhered to the surface of his body, forming a protective armor like a light film. The dragon's blood stimulates and moves.

Faced with Meng Zhao who was killing him, King Gebufa was not surprised but delighted, he laughed and went up to him.

He has practiced martial arts for many years and is proficient in Buddhist unique skills and great methods. He can be said to have rich experience in martial arts. However, from the beginning to the end, he is invincible with a golden dragon and elephant.

Although it is not enough to rebel against a grandmaster, but in the face of innate-level powerhouses, they are almost always crushed, and they rarely encounter opponents.

Even since he cultivated into the golden body of dragon and elephant, he has never seen a body that is intact when he confronts him head-on.

Regardless of Meng Zhao's martial arts skills, his courage is commendable.

Meng Zhaoren was still in mid-air, and he had already displayed his iron-making kung fu, which he had practiced thousands of times. Taking advantage of the momentum of falling, he pushed the mountain to break through with one move.

The two palms were interlaced and pushed flat, setting off a purple thunderbolt. Under the crashing, the air flow surged and surged. Under the blessing of the innate qi and the body of the real dragon, the ferocious force was like a thunderbolt, shaking in all directions.

The move of urging the mountain to break is one of the ultimate moves of the iron smelter. When it is practiced to the highest level, it can urge three times the powerful palm force of its own. At this time, being envoyed by Meng Zhao has pushed its own limit even higher. The palm strength is almost four times higher than the original.

That is to say, Meng Zhao has a strong physique and unparalleled qi and blood, so he can resist the backlash of such a fierce force.

The ferocity of this palm was also far beyond King Gebufa's expectations.

Judging from Meng Zhao's previous performance, this is a person with a sideways and exquisite martial arts style. Of course, his style may be changeable, but it should also be based on this standard, but he never knew that he would have such explosive and unparalleled palm skills. .

This talent is indeed enviable. Martial arts are almost omnipotent, and they are almost gods.

Not daring to be careless, in an instant, the old monk Gebu clenched his five fingers and made a fist mark, and thousands of fine golden lights like quicksand penetrated under his flesh, drumming and drumming, like a head of fierce strength, unparalleled in the world The dragon elephant is swallowing blood and absorbing spirit.

The muscles and bones all over the body made a creaking and stretching sound, like the collision of refined iron, rubbing out dazzling sparks.

The deep purple palm strength and the golden fist strength collided with each other.

There was a loud roar, and a large wave of air surged in pieces, like a string of lit firecrackers, making continuous explosions, and a large area of ​​extremely solid rocky ground began to collapse and crack.

The waterfalls flowing on the stone wall are swept up and down for a short time because of the strong wind.

The snakes, insects, rats and ants that were originally hidden in the forest were also driven out of their nests by the aftermath of the violent collision, and fled away from this area. That kind of weird scene is enough to make dense fearers tremble. gosh.

Of course, what is even more exciting is that because the strong wind was too strong, the two people who collided at this time were covered by the dust, making it difficult to see the scene inside.

No one knows who is stronger in this no-frills fight.

It didn't take long for the dust to clear the sky, revealing the current situation of the two of them.

Meng Zhao stood less than two meters away from King Gebu Fawang, with fluttering long sleeves, and a look of wonder in his leisurely eyes. His clothes were fairly neat, and there was nothing embarrassing about him, only the long sleeve on the right hand was torn open. The hole seemed to be torn off by someone.

In contrast, King Gebufa was much miserable.

Because of the location where the force rushed and the force of the shock, King Gebu Fawang's feet were sunk several feet below the rocky ground, as if he had been smashed into the ground with a hammer. .

One hammer, two hammers, three hammers... Meng Zhao's palm is the hammer, and he himself is the nail.

However, compared with the somewhat embarrassing performance, King Gebu's energy has risen instead of falling, and his energy and blood, which is as vigorous as the oven of heaven and earth, has not been damaged or consumed at all, and his state is even much better than before. .