Mythology Starts with Childish Skills

That terrifying and powerful sense of oppression was like a fat hare, powerless against the king of the forest.

His courage was lost, his spirit and will were broken, and even the strength he had just contained was faintly restless and dissipated, causing Zhang Zhichong's situation to take a turn for the worse.

Although grafting flowers and trees is a magical skill, there is no lag in accommodating the same source of skills, and there is no situation where the skills conflict with each other and do not follow the movement.

But there is a premise for this, that is, a strong enough spiritual will to suppress this force.

What Zhang Zhichong accepted was the five innate Qi, blood and true energy, which allowed the foundation to grow on its own. The spirit was also promoted in a very short period of time due to the overly strong foundation. This was actually already unstable.

Zhang Zhichong's arrogance, arrogance, and underestimation of Meng Zhao are all negative effects brought about by his sudden rise in spirit.

Originally, he could also use his own martial arts wisdom to suppress this adverse influence, and look for opportunities in the future to use his skills completely and completely for his own use, as if he were at his command.

But under the strong suppression of Meng Zhao's overbearing punch, it directly left a deep mark on his soul. There was a gap in his soul, his spiritual will was weakened, and his skills tended to riot.

It's like there is something wrong with the brain. If the center that controls the body is not strong enough, the body will naturally be weak as well.

"No, suppress it!"

Zhang Zhichong's face was ugly. He raised his arms horizontally and put his fingers together in front of his chest. He used the tyrannical power of Ruyi Xunfeng Hengtian Shu to operate the secret method. A ray of terrifying aura gradually calmed down under his strong pressure and suppression, but his body His momentum was also weaker.

After delivering that overbearing punch, Meng Zhao slowly retracted his fist. He was slightly disappointed when he saw Zhang Zhichong using secret techniques to suppress the restless power in his body.

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

If such terrifying skills were used by a truly experienced warrior, it might bring him some trouble and make him more interested, but now there is no such possibility.

Uh-huh!

Meng Zhao took a gentle step, and his burly body wearing golden armor tore through the sky and turned into a bright golden light, arriving in front of Zhang Zhichong in an instant.

His deep purple eyes were shining, and his energy and blood were overflowing like a furnace. He opened his five fingers of his big hand, palm facing down, and lightly landed a palm towards Zhang Zhichong.

If the sky is overturned, like mountains and seas turned upside down, and the stars shifted, the tyrannical martial arts will far exceeds the skill of the palm technique itself.

Zhang Zhichong's vision went dark, his ears were ringing, and his back was wet with cold sweat.

I just feel that this fleshy palm can pick up the stars and the moon, turn the world upside down, and manipulate nature. I am so small and humble, and dying under this palm is already the best fate for me.

The courage that had just been broken was now even more broken. The palm had not yet reached its full strength, but the palm had already manipulated his mind to collapse.

But, after all, he was also a martial artist who was born with Qi skills and had a strong foundation. He bit the tip of his tongue hard, and a wisp of heart-breaking pain spread throughout his body. The pain dispelled emotions such as cowardice and fear, and instead stimulated his blood.

But at this time, because he was frightened by Meng Zhao's domineering and strong martial arts will, he lost the opportunity and couldn't even dodge. He could only form a cross shape with his hands, sink his waist and fall from the horse. The force was generated from the Dantian, and he fought hard upwards!

Thick zhenqi emerged from both arms, turning into two intersecting air masses, facing that terrifying palm with a breathtaking divine light.

There was a loud bang, and the area around the two of them collapsed by half an inch. Due to the fierce force, the gravel was like powder, and a fierce hurricane flew in all directions.

Zhang Zhichong's whole body was smashed directly into the ground by this seemingly light palm. From his waist, he was submerged into the ground. Thin lines of blood came out from his face, eyes, ears, nose and mouth.

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

Fortunately, he has the foundation of many innate warriors in his body, and his foundation is extremely strong. If it were another innate, even a master of evil magic like Niu Dali, he would be shocked to death by Meng Zhao's palm. on the spot.

However, his internal organs were only injured and he was bleeding from all seven holes. He was already blessed with great fortune.

But then, Zhang Zhichong's true energy exploded and flew out of the ground. His whole body was wrapped in a twisted true energy. His legs were like the wind, and he rolled up a green leg and kicked towards Meng Zhao.

This move is also a martial art in the Ruyi Xunfeng Hengtian Book. It is called the Dulong Kick Technique, which is a subtle and mysterious force.

Although the overall destructive power is unsatisfactory, the defense-breaking ability of a single target is extremely high, much better than the Thousand Shadow Fist.

Meng Zhao was not that surprised. He stood motionless on the spot, grabbing and patting with one palm.

The grasping strength is like a huge black hole, swallowing up the strength of the Dulong leg in an instant. It is the application of the sky-swallowing and eclipse method against the enemy, while the patting strength is the unpretentious Coiling Dragon Palm method, which is different from Zhang Zhichong's footwork. A touch of heart.

With a muffled thud, Zhang Zhichong was knocked out again by Meng Zhao. After landing, he stomped on the ground and took twelve steps back before removing all the strength from his legs.

Even so, his right foot was still trembling, the tendons in his thigh were faintly injured, and the vitality that had filled the foot meridians disappeared without a trace.

If it weren't for the true energy protecting his body, his right leg would have been destroyed.

"horrible!"

Zhang Zhichong still felt fear, but also a bit desperate. He felt so weak and vain in the face of monsters even though he had improved a lot. He was too uncomfortable. Of course, he knew that he was no match for Meng Zhao. He knew it when Meng Zhao threw his first punch. However, these two fights still made his heart sink and sink, and he felt completely bleak. He even had such an idea. With the unparalleled martial arts and talent that Meng Zhao showed at this time, it is unlikely that there will be anyone who can match him in the future of China. His achievements may also become a legend. By then, will he, who had been an enemy of a legend and fought with a legend, also be remembered 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 decide. He felt that dying at the hands of a legend would be a good ending. Perhaps, dying at the hands of Meng Zhao was his luck, not misfortune. This thought was so absurd, yet so profound.

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

So, he could only use the trump card at the bottom of the box.

"Divine weapon, Qingfeng, go out!"