Mythology Starts with Childish Skills

Because what the five great innates instilled into him was not only his own true energy, but also the strong blood and vitality, the origin of life, which was entrusted to Zhang Zhichong.

Seeing this scene, countless people were surprised and confused, and could not figure out why the five people did this. They seemed to have become a tool man who was being used, devoting everything to Zhang Zhichong, and what about themselves? None of them were left behind, half a lifetime of ups and downs was in vain.

"Here, these few of them have gone through hundreds of battles and gone through untold hardships to become innate martial arts masters. They have a tenacious will and an indestructible spirit. They may have a carefree attitude about life and death, but how can they treat it like a breeze? Zhang Zhichong is so persistent that he would rather give everything he has to help him earn some chance of escape! "

There are countless people who hold similar thoughts, because human nature is selfish. In the face of life and death, if they make this choice, it means completely giving up on themselves, which is an act that goes against their nature.

Because the power, energy, and blood are not passed on to Zhang Zhichong, but to others, there is no chance.

"Zhang Kuan abandoned ordinary forces and recruited innate masters. He has been personally selecting talents, teaching martial arts, and cultivating talents. It seems that he has already planned. These people are all trump cards prepared for his Zhang family and his son. "

Nowadays, many big forces develop rapidly and become stronger, which is inseparable from the absorption of strong people from the outside world. A more obvious example is Meng Zhao himself. Since coming to Lingwu City, he has attracted waves of innate masters to join him, and even took the initiative to Recruiting strong people can gather enough strength in a short period of time to intimidate one party.

Sao Feng Tang is different. This is a force that looks very weird, very conservative, and even weird.

He is anti-foreign. Those foreign innates cannot gain great power and benefit in Xiaofeng Hall. They trust the innates they have cultivated more. There are not many in number, but they are loyal, brave and strong in martial arts, and they have indeed supported the Sao Feng Hall. shelf.

All of this comes from the legendary warrior Zhang Kuan.

Zhang Zhichong is just following his father's method of doing things.

Everyone was talking about it, but Meng Zhao was not nervous at all, as if he was facing a formidable enemy. Instead, he was watching this scene with great interest, deliberately waiting for Zhang Zhichong to digest this sudden huge power.

Not to mention that the three battalions of soldiers and horses were lined up, stimulating the killing power of the army. He relied on his own background to challenge the master. Even his own martial arts cultivation was enough to deal with this person.

After a long time, Zhang Zhichong finally fully accommodated the five majestic energies. The qi orifices throughout his body resounded a hundred times, making a crackling sound of whips. The headdress that originally covered his long hair fell apart, and his long black hair fluttered, vaguely carrying a wave of energy. dark red.

Taking a closer look, Zhang Zhichong seemed to be ten or twenty years younger. His skin was fair and elastic, full of vitality. The texture at the corners of his eyes and the ridges on his forehead had all disappeared.

Not only that, there was a little cinnabar-like blood droplet on his forehead between his eyebrows, vaguely exuding an aura as surging as the blazing sun. It can be seen that his spirit has also been greatly enhanced by the double explosion of blood and true energy. increase in magnitude.

This is truly a transformation, like an insect turning into a butterfly.

"The wonderful taste, the power to control everything, is there any rival for me in this world?"

Zhang Zhichong's body trembled slightly, and the five mummified corpses were instantly shattered. The bone powder blew by a gust of wind, blowing outward like fine sand on the seaside, and there was a sense of desolation in the fine fragments.

And his own spine trembled, and with a big palm grab, the countless corpses of Xiaofeng Hall disciples on the ground were twisted and exploded by a tyrannical force, and the corpses were completely destroyed. For a time, the blood mist made the place originally crowded. The venue is quite empty.

This is an unprecedented and wonderful feeling. With a thought, the sky changes, and with force in his hand, the earth trembles. It seems that even with a slight exertion, he can easily wipe out the tens of thousands of mighty troops.

This is a feeling of emptiness caused by a person's mental imbalance after a sudden increase in power.

Of course, he does not have the ability to change the world, nor does he have the strength to destroy an army. Everything is just a mistake in his self-perception.

"Meng Zhao, do you dare to fight me!"

The expansion of strength and self-confidence brought about unparalleled fighting spirit and ambition.

Zhang Zhichong suddenly felt at this moment that he could invite Meng Zhao to a fight, fight with him, and after killing him, not only could he escape in the chaos, but he could also step on Meng Zhao's shoulders to reach the top of the Chinese martial arts world and become a new generation legend. .

Moreover, it's not that he doesn't have any trump cards. Now that his strength has greatly increased, the backhand left by his father may also be able to play a huge role.

"The evil thieves are so rampant, how dare you act so arrogantly in front of the general!"

Zhang Zhichong's invitation to fight immediately aroused the anger of the strong men in the army behind Meng Zhao. They were all gearing up, eager to swarm up and kill this clown who overestimated his capabilities.

Meng Zhao laughed, and with a slight hook of his fingers, he suppressed the resentment of a rebellious general, vividly displaying his domineering will and supreme majesty as a martial general.

The next moment, his body moved slightly and disappeared from where it was. His majestic body had already crossed many spatial barriers and suddenly landed less than three feet away from Zhang Zhichong, looking at him.

Meng Zhao was wearing golden armor, looking mighty and domineering, with his hands behind his back, looking relaxed and relaxed.

"Zhang Zhichong, as you wish, today Meng Zhao will be able to remove your head in front of your Xiaofeng Hall headquarters.

If your missing father Zhang Kuan comes to seek revenge in the future, I will send you and your son to reunite underground together! "

As soon as Meng Zhao finished speaking, Zhang Zhichong, who had already burst into confidence, turned into a hurricane and rushed towards him.

The fist was like a gust of wind, turning into a fist shadow that covered the sky, covering it down.

The fist wind was surging and powerful, and it was obviously as warm as the warm sun, but under the blessing of the murderous intention, it became as cold as ice. All tangible and intangible objects in sight were covered by this fist wind. To tear to pieces.

One of the secret killing moves recorded in the Ruyi Xunfeng Hengtian Book, the Thousand Shadow Fist is driven by the swift and light true energy. The fist is powerful and turns into an overwhelming fist wind that strikes all directions. Blessed by killing intent, it is even more powerful. The power of the wind of death, the power of fine cutting, and the Gang Qi cannot stop it.

In the past, Zhang Zhichong was also proficient in this boxing technique and used it to defeat many people, but he had never been able to unleash it so freely, constantly increasing the power of this boxing force, seemingly without end.

In the void, it turned into a tornado wave, filled with green light, and there were faint signs of the power to move the heaven and earth.

However, it was just a sign. Zhang Zhichong's range of force did not surpass his innate abilities after all.

Meng Zhao stepped forward, his muscles and bones vibrating like a dragon elephant, his skin and flesh squeezed together, blood and energy overflowing, and he punched the tornado in the air.