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A simple, ordinary punch, not to mention any martial artist who practiced boxing, even a three-year-old child can use it when playing. It looks like a joke, and there are no other superfluous movements.

However, Meng Zhao's fist was so ingenious and clumsy, the muscles and membranes in his body moved so complicatedly, it was almost as if he had made thousands of moves. With pure physical strength, he vibrated the air, superimposed the force, and agitated a hundred thousand jun. With supernatural power, he can launch a fist-shaped air cannon in the air, smashing iron and stone thirty feet away.

Not to mention, this punch was full of genuine energy, and it also contained a terrifying will to suppress gods and demons.

The strength of the physical body, combined with the turbulent true energy, and the unparalleled martial arts will form a powerful punch.

In a trance, fists came out, dragons chanted, and a dragon chanted, and the strength of the fists turned into a fierce and fierce dragon. The dragon's head was as big as a mountain gate, like a hidden dragon coming out of an abyss, roaring out, towards the cyan dragon that was transformed into the shadow of fists all over the sky. The roll devoured away.

Like an egg hitting a rock, or a knife cutting tofu, the moment the two touched, the Qianying Fist that Zhang Zhichong thought was a tyrannical method was instantly wiped out, and the dragon-shaped fist was moving towards Zhang Zhichong unabated.

Zhang Zhichong's face turned pale, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. While shaking his body, he had already escaped from the range covered by the punch.

In an instant, a violent shock came from under the feet of the crowd, and there was even a thunderbolt from the blue sky, rumbling echoes endlessly.

Accompanied by a thick puff of smoke, everyone saw a huge corridor passage leading to the ground, and within a very short time, dirty water gushed out, covering the entire corridor.

The power of one punch, not to mention Zhang Zhichong's terrifying fist strength, directly pierced the earth to an unknown depth, and temporarily punched a small pool facing upwards, which can be said to be the power to change the terrain.

This scene not only frightened Zhang Zhichong, but also woke up this confident guy. It also made those who were watching the battle on and off the court dumbfounded and couldn't believe it.

Even those generals under Meng Zhao's hands felt their throats squirm, their saliva secreted wildly, their bladders swayed, and there was a faint urge to urinate in the face of Meng Zhao's overbearing punch.

Too fierce, too strong, this kind of violent, powerful, and domineering means is pure, crushing power.

After a short period of silence, after the emptiness, there was an explosion-like noise, and the voice of discussion was endless. Even the Yangwu army headed by obedience could not suppress the restless hearts of the sergeants at this time.

In fact, many people don't understand the true charm and power of Meng Zhao's punch. Their intuitive feeling is that if there is a mountain in front of Meng Zhao, then this punch may be able to penetrate the mountain from front to back. .

In the same way, his enemy, facing this punch, if he insisted on resisting, the crushed corpse would be the only ending for Qi^
"Beimeng, Dragon King, it's true, it's true!"

"With such strength and intent, I dare say that the general Meng in the future will have the appearance of a super master!"

"Hey, I'm still using you shameless to say it here. I think with my toes, and I know that if Meng Zhao can't cultivate to become a master, no one in this world can do it!"

The familiar fighters, either talking verbally, or through sound transmission, frantically expressed their opinions on this punch.

A knowledgeable person naturally tells about his majestic and domineering fist, pushing the world across the world, superior to others, and a little bit inferior, telling about Meng Zhaozhen's extremely high temperament, compared with his condensed qi, it is like weak silk cloth, and again, a little bit, Straight from the performance point of view.

That scene was very similar to the World Cup game, where the world-shaking kick was played, and the famous scene of weeping ghosts and gods was like a scene. The people who watched the game were crazy and Amway, and they couldn't do it if they didn't listen.

Long Cheng was one of the top martial artists among those present, seeing this punch, he also felt panicked and numb.

In this fist, he saw too much wisdom of martial arts, but very little could be analyzed. This is enough to show that Meng Zhao's martial arts practice has reached an extremely advanced level.

However, this is not what he is most disturbed and powerless about.

What really made Longcheng feel unbelievable was actually Meng Zhao's most primitive power.

For an innate warrior, his strength has a strong relationship with his own foundation.

For example, Zhang Zhichong, who has accumulated the five innate talents throughout his life, combined with his own cultivation, has a strong foundation and majestic power, which are rare in the world, and are the level of the top geniuses.

Longcheng boasted that purely in terms of true qi cultivation and strength, he was actually much weaker than the current Zhang Zhichong.

However, the power in his body is smooth and smooth, and he cultivated it step by step without any discomfort. He can use the smallest amount of strength to exert the greatest effect.

Therefore, in a real fight, he might not be afraid of the opponent.

However, there seems to be a huge gap between such a person, such an encounter, and such strength compared to Meng Zhao.

It's like two completely different species.

The limit of a person may be ten units of strength, but Meng Zhao's limit is hundreds or even thousands of units of measurement.

The gap is so big that it is really disappointing.

In addition to the explanation of being a special physique, Meng Zhao's own practice and encounters must be extraordinary.

It's not that he has never seen a person with a special physique, and he has even defeated a master with a special physique, but Meng Zhao is definitely the most special and perverted one.

Suddenly, a thought came to Longcheng's mind, Meng Zhao's physique was not a general special physique, but that kind of supreme physique?

This thought, in Longcheng's heart, just passed away in a flash, and was immediately thrown behind him.

It's a nice idea, but it's not realistic.

You know, Shen Tianci's psychic jade body is born with supernatural powers, but it is only a relatively powerful special physique, far from being called a supreme being. How can Meng Zhaohe be able to stand shoulder to shoulder with the ancient supreme being?
Of course, if this possibility is ruled out, what is left is Meng Zhao, whose talent is indeed good. Under the premise of special physique, he raised himself to a level that he shouldn't have, and only then did he have such an astonishing level. Performance.

At least, from the standpoint of his personal background, Longcheng thought that he was far from being Meng Zhao's opponent.

Compared with Dragon City, Zhang Zhichong's feeling is more obvious.

He thought that by using the secret method of transferring flowers and trees to inherit the foundation of the five innates, quantitative changes will lead to qualitative changes, and he will reach a tyrannical level that has never been seen in the innate realm, and he is even expected to hit the grandmaster.

He also underestimated the so-called Dragon King of Beimeng, and wanted to kill him, disrupt the army formation, and reach the peak of Shenzhou Martial Arts after breaking out of the encirclement.

But the reality is too cruel, Meng Zhao used one punch to tell him that the power of the supreme genius is beyond the imagination of ordinary people like him, let alone use his mortal thinking to speculate on the thoughts of such geniuses.

The two are not on the same channel at all.