However, compared with Yang Cai's rough, dark and wide fists, Meng Zhao's fists looked much smaller.

Moreover, the skin is white and tender, as crystal clear as jade, and it looks like the palm of a newborn baby. With a little press, it can form a small nest, let alone be powerful.

However, this punch easily penetrated the stormy Qi fist, as if an embroidery needle pierced the balloon, making a slight sound.

Then the white and tender fist collided with Yang Cai's iron fist like a giant vincai.

At the top of Erniu Peak, only the wind was heard, but a long and distant explosion suddenly sounded.

Circles of invisible qi spread out rapidly along the collision of two fists, one big and one small. Around the area was the crackling sound of qi explosion, with rocks shattering, strong winds rolling out, and old trees falling...

Meng Zhao's body is so strong that it is not weaker than Yang Cai, and his qi and blood are like a real dragon cub, with infinite power.

Yang Cai felt an extremely hard force rushing from the opponent's fist, which made his limbs numb, his muscles and bones sore and weak, and his blood and energy dissipated. Generally, those who are not strong in their bodies may be directly injured by a punch.

However, Yang Cai is not those with weak body. He has the true spirit of dragon and tiger in his body. The Vajra divine will sit in his hands, and he will not shake it. Just like one, it quickly dispels the recoil discomfort caused by this extremely fierce punch.

But this punch was just the beginning.

In the next few breaths, Meng Zhao and Yang Cai were like two crazy bulls, rushing together wildly, unwilling to retreat at a single step. The arms were full of shadows, hundreds of fists faced each other, and the sound of dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong nan drum continued.

The two of them punched countless fists, but the stones under their feet collapsed several feet deep, and the wind was swept wildly around them, and the stone powder and dust overwhelmed the white clouds and cage dogs. Even the intouchable sky seemed to be hovering upside down.

Even Tie Xiongfei and Zhao Hun, a man from the ground, were suffocated and then stopped at the same time.

A mountain wind blew, revealing the two of them.

Meng Zhao was just like the one who was spotless, standing with his hands behind his back, smiling at the corner of his mouth, and his mind was leisurely.

It seemed that the person who was pounding like a mad cow just now was not him. The only thing that might be abnormal was that his breathing was a little rapid and his fists behind him were blushing because of the congestion.

It can be seen that he has not reached his limit yet, and he still has the energy to maintain his demeanor.

Yang Cai looked a little embarrassed. His face was covered with dust and stone chips, his eyes were red and bloody, and sweat beads rolled down his skin. When the cool breeze blew, it turned into light white mist and dissipated.

Breathing was like a bellows that were trying hard to pull the fast, with heat emitting from the nose, whimpering, and panting non-stop.

The backs of both hands and hands were very obvious, which showed that they had suffered a secret loss after just a head-on attack with Meng Zhao.

However, this person is really a strange flower. In a very short period of time, Meng Zhao, who was in a purple dragon body, collided with 372 punches. He used his strength and his true energy to keep running out. He suddenly became messy, and there was no sign of losing strength.

Even if a hill is covered with so many punches, it will be hammered.

Unfortunately, he was not facing the small mountain bag, but Meng Zhao, who was even more indestructible than Qingtian Sacred Mountain.

Although he tried his best to resolve the shock whenever he collided with these 372 punches, he still could not offset them all. Water accumulates into abyss, and the smallest gathers into a large number. Four hundred punches were sent down. There were even signs of cracking on his arms and bones. The breath was even scattered in his internal organs, and he was almost unable to maintain the shape of a dragon and tiger and the spirit of the Vajra.

Compared with Meng Zhao, who is calm and gentle, there are two states. It is clear at a glance who is better and who is inferior.

After letting out a long sigh, Yang Cai's eyes faded away, and he said with emotion,

"What a strong foundation. My Dragon and Tiger Vajra Fist is so strong that it is so strong that it has become a natural person. The opponents I fight are no less than 30, but no one can stop twenty punches. You can take 372 punches and even suppress me. You are really a hero."

Meng Zhao had no satisfaction with this, and said lightly,

"It's said that it's 372 punches, but it's actually just one punch. If your 372 punches can add up all the gains and your punches exceed the limit, I may not be able to take them all."

This is also the truth.

For example, the iron-smelting hand that Meng Zhao learned after birth has the ability to stack momentum and increase power. A casual warrior can take one punch, two punches, but cannot take three punches and four punches.

In fact, with the exquisite skills of Dragon and Tiger Vajra Qigong, how could there be no method of stacking momentum and increasing power?

It can only be said that this method may exist, but the adaptability of the Dragon and Tiger Vajra is very low.

Yang Cai's boxing technique is brave and masculine, fierce and invincible, and contains a sense of confidence and magnificence. The person who punches must move forward and never hold back. It can be said that every punch carries a god.

When it comes to increasing the power of the stacking force, it is necessary to use seven points, eight points, or even nine points, leaving three points, two points or even one point of force to serve as the basis for accumulation of power, and in the turn, multiple power will be generated again.

It is hard to say which method is more sophisticated, because even if the power is stacked, it is impossible to produce nearly four hundred punches like Yang Cai. The momentum, belief, and power are not weak at all. Moreover, for innate warriors, it is impossible to add so many punches. Just that huge pressure can squeeze people out.

If you can really do it, you may try to defeat the Grandmaster.

In fact, if it were someone else, even if it was an opponent who was comparable to Yang Cai, if his foundation was slightly inferior or his endurance was insufficient, he would have already been defeated.

Only Meng Zhao, whose boxing is simple and unpretentious, only contains the pure red dragon true energy, relying entirely on his own talents, suppressed Yang Cai.

In other words, Meng Zhao just used pure violence, did not involve any exquisite martial arts, but used talent to suppress people.

But that's enough.

It’s not that he is determined to keep his hands, but that Yang Cai’s Dragon and Tiger Vajra Qigong is simple and simple, with a spirit in his fist, straightforward, breaking all so-called clever means, and the intention of the fist is like a mirror, reflecting all the flaws of the opponent.

If you are willing to avoid, retreat, or do tricks and commit tricks, you will feel a rift and be caught by the power of Vajra. The Vajra's momentum will rise sharply, and one is strong and the other is weak, and the situation will take a sharp turn.

Even if he is stronger than the other party, he will lose.

To put it bluntly, martial arts is not all true energy, power, and mysterious aura, soul, spirit, etc. If a flaw is revealed, it may be fatal.

Meng Zhao realized this and did not need any tricks. He made a letter of war openly, and he also wanted to go out to fight the enemy with dignity.

Whoever is cowardly will lose.

This person's martial arts can be said to be brave and crazy, and he is immersed in his bone marrow.
Chapter completed!