Myths Begin From Boys' Gong

Chapter 569 Cognition and Failure (Subscribe)

Meng Zhao has always had a clear understanding of himself, as long as he does not flirt or show off, and develops normally, sooner or later he will achieve great feats and sweep the world.

More importantly, he is not like the protagonist of ordinary hard-working novels, who either has to work hard for cultivation resources, or fights for his life because of offending various big figures.

He has wealth and power, strong connections, and endless resources, so he naturally occupies an advantage that others can't match.

There is no reason, no need, you have to force yourself to fight life and death.

Maybe someone will say, oh, you just practice here, and what you practice is dead work, without going through life and death honing, how can you use your abilities to the limit?

In the past, Meng Zhao really thought that way, and even took the initiative to take risks, fight against others, and make moves in order to break through.

However, as he practiced martial arts for longer and longer, he gained more and more achievements, and his understanding of martial arts became deeper and deeper, and he found that this kind of thinking was not wrong, but just too one-sided.

What is martial arts?Generally speaking, broadly speaking, it is to use a kind of martial arts to express a certain way.

Dao is for comprehension, not for fighting. Martial arts are only the carrier and tool of Dao.

Of course, warriors like killing and killing must be accompanied by bloody storms, but the rest are not necessary conditions.

To be more precise, there is no definite way to practice martial arts.

Some people rely on drugs, some rely on hard work, some rely on fighting all the way to stimulate their potential, some rely on others to empower them, and encounters add to their bodies...the list goes on and on.

There are thousands of roads, some are easy and simple, some are tortuous and difficult, but the destination is the same.

Therefore, there is no shortcoming or defect in practicing in a dignified and aboveboard manner, as well as competing with others and honing skills.

In this world, there are many perverted people who never killed a single person in their life, but their martial arts are boundless, especially those who are strong in Buddhism.

Meng Zhao realizes this, and always thinks about his own way, which one is it?
Even got into trouble for a while.

Later, it was only under Liang Muqiu's suggestion that he suddenly realized.

When paths intersect, one must be inclusive and all-encompassing in the practice of martial arts. How can one cut off one's own path?
If you can't make a breakthrough by practicing hard, you can try the treasures of heaven and earth, and practice with drugs. If there is no effect, the potential stimulation of life and death may also be a way.

We must not stay in one place and be complacent.

Therefore, Meng Zhao does not reject fighting with others, even if it is a battle of life and death, he will not have any fear.

However, that refers to the situation where there is no way, and if you don't fight, you will die.

However, now that he is in Meng's Manor, Baishi City, Ye Maoer is not far away from him, and Han Lu and Zhu'er went to inform him.

Seeing that reinforcements are about to arrive, how can they give people an excuse, a loophole, and have to take risks and commit murder at this critical juncture?

Avoiding this finger, Meng Zhao didn't hesitate to wipe off the sweat on his white forehead.

The purple blood in the body gushed, the muscles trembled, and it suddenly turned into an air dragon, and fled out of the garden at high speed.

The female killer was an experienced veteran, and she dealt with Meng Zhao, who seemed to be an acquired martial artist, and even directly predicted the direction in which Meng Zhao would escape.

The body seems to blend into the void, and with a slight flash, it directly spans a distance of several feet, cutting off the direction of the Qilong's escape.

After landing, his face remained unchanged, his eyes shone brightly, and while he was breathing, he pointed out again.

After the spiral energy left the body, it turned into a meteor-like arrow and shot towards Meng Zhao's eyebrows.

This finger is incomparably mysterious, guided by the mind, automatically locks on Meng Zhao's position, and is guided.

No matter where he fled, he could not escape the killing of this finger, which was equivalent to unlocking the lock.

It is a must-kill technique.

The situation was in dire straits, but Meng Zhao remained surprisingly calm.

His eyes were fixed, and the purple light in his eyes was shining brightly, and his mind gradually sank into a dark void, chaotic.

In the visualization, a figure piercing through endless time and space, a hero with boundless stars, a huge real dragon, crawling in it.

In the dark, as if blessed by some kind of great will, the aura in Meng Zhao's body became more majestic, majestic, sacred, and great.

Even with illusory, unreal, constantly climbing, beyond the limit.

After breaking through a certain barrier, Meng Zhao stepped into another level of terror in an instant.

The dragon shape condensed with the ever-changing vigor of the dragon was originally illusory and hazy, like a bubble, and it would shatter with a light poke of a finger.

At this time, it turned into reality, the dragon scales were conspicuous, and it was full of flesh and blood.

Roaring up to the sky, the dragon roared to the heavens, shocking hundreds of miles, red sound waves spread out, turning into a wave of light to attack the pointing finger.

Meng Zhao's feet are like towering trees, rooted in the earth, as if they can absorb the power of endless earth veins.

Slowly fiddled with both hands, as if slowing down a real disease, and the fingertips flickered sharply, as if they could cut through the void.

In the dragon form, the hands gradually merged and turned into a dragon claw shining with red light.

Immediately following the roaring light wave, it came towards the point kill, turning into an arrow-shaped finger to grab.

This dragon claw contains Meng Zhao's most quintessential understanding of the four martial arts divided into Suolonggong.

Where the claws push, all the vitality of the void is drawn away, turning into a barren and silent place, showing great power and supernatural power for the first time.

The beam of light transformed into sound waves is in front, and the red, huge, tough, real dragon claws are behind.

There was only a popping sound of the cork being pulled out.

The meteor-like arrow smashed the beam of light with unrivaled momentum and shot at the huge dragon claw.

When the two came into contact, the dragon claws were like silver-like pewter spearheads, which disintegrated quickly.

However, the energy dissipated without losing it, instead it clattered into chains rooted in the void.

Each chain, if you observe carefully, you can find that it is composed of countless tiny dragons, and each chain is covered with illusory characters. With blessing, the chain is extremely extraordinary.

Kakaka, the chains swung, and the vitality of the world in all directions was imprisoned and emptied.

Even with that, the arrow that seemed to contain endless divine power was locked in the air, unable to move forward an inch.

And finally, slowly dissipated.

Seeing this scene, the female killer was extremely surprised, and Xiuli's eyes were full of disbelief.

Her finger has already condensed ten strengths.

Under the premise of not wanting to use the method, it can roughly exert [-]% of its combat power in its heyday.

This ultimate move is enough to kill ninety-nine out of ten Houtian warriors in ancient and modern China, with few exceptions.

But, by chance, this Meng Zhao destroyed him in an incomparably upright manner.

Is it a hallucination, or is this Meng Zhao really so monstrous that he can stand on par with those ancient arrogance and powerhouses?

Reminiscent of Meng Zhao's ability to transform into a real dragon, a thought naturally arises in the female killer's mind,
"Special physique?"

Otherwise, it is impossible to explain the reason for the missed move.

(End of this chapter)