Meng Zhao was not surprised, and his thin lips were slightly pursed, and he exclaimed,

"I used this move to urge the mountain to break through indestructible. The rocks I blocked were broken, and the gold and iron were broken, but I couldn't hurt the master at all. It can be seen that the master's steel bars and iron bones and the golden body were not damaged, which is indeed a false statement."

With Meng Zhao's current basic strength, even a master of Yang Cai, who is a level wise master, will have to break up his internal organs and die. The old monk is unscathed. His hard power is indeed at the forefront of the top level, and his strong foundation is unique.

King Gebud's mind moved, his body was as light as a swallow. His legs inserted under the mountain were easily pulled out and fell to one side. His light golden eyes were even more powerful and majestic. Without saying a word, he jumped to Meng Zhao's side with a whoosh. His qi and blood rolled out, and a strong light golden light flowed and floated on the surface of his body, and he pinched his fist and chopped and smashed Meng Zhao's chest.

The limbs are curled up, the thumb is concave inside the index finger, and four small flesh dots are raised at the tip of the finger bone, like four bright big stars dotted on it. There are stars in the hand, and the power is boundless, and the name is the star breaking momentum of the Dragon Elephant Fist Sutra.

Roar, roar, roar!

The fist seal is like a god, and there is a dragon-like aura wrapped around the slightly thin fist, making a deafening sound. When the fist power reaches, the air around it is swept away and bursts out continuous sounds of air. A white air wave appears on the short path.

This punch is the most authentic Dragon Elephant Fist. It is extremely fierce and has advancement but no retreat. If it is shot out by gods and demons, even the stars in the sky will be blown up.

Meng Zhao laughed loudly, not afraid at all. His originally slender and strong body made a series of crackling sounds like firecrackers, and suddenly became stronger. On the back hidden under the blue shirt, a purple real dragon imprint emerged. The dragon's eyes were cold, majestic and ruthless, and the strong and perfect dragon body twisted, giving Meng Zhao a powerful blessing that was indescribable to the body.

Inside his body, purple blood was boiling. In the vast blood vessels of rivers and seas, purple blood turned into millions of tiny real dragons, with twisted muscles like big dragons, and gathered divine power like moving mountains and filling seas. The bones were as white as frost and snow, faintly penetrated into some purple halo, extremely hard, with a sharp aura like swords, tearing everything apart.

The purple-yuan dragon body is the most top of special physiques. If Meng Zhao uses this physique to march into the supreme realm in the future, comparable to the ancient gods, demons, immortals and Buddhas, then the purple-yuan dragon body will become a supreme physique comparable to the Jiujiu Dragon Body and the Ancestral Dragon Body.

Those with physical constitution have strong bloodlines, unique talents, and each has their own strengths.

The dragon body is extremely overbearing, and its physical body is not as strong as the Jinli Holy Body, and the Fighting Holy Body. Therefore, Meng Zhaochun is really not afraid of such warriors who practice divine skills based on their physical body.

With a dull sound, Meng Zhao's fist, like white jade, was wrapped in purple fist force, colliding with King Gebufa's dragon-elephant fist.

The fists did not really collide, and the two of them had already started to compete when their respective fists were about an inch apart.

In an instant, with the two of them as the center, a violent explosion was made in a five-meter-a-meter radius around them. The loud rumbling sound rang through the sky. Large areas of hard rocks were crushed into stone chips by the terrifying force. The clumsy and ancient giant trees were hit by the force and were shaking, and two divine lights of gold and purple were reflected.

This is also the reason why the distant wonders were born when the saint of Pudu, Niu Dali and others were chasing the two of them.

The moment they touched each other, Meng Zhao felt a huge force like a sea of ​​force coming from the opponent's fist towards him.

This power is extremely pure and has no fancy things, but simple but most effective.

With his powerful physique as strong as the Ziyuan Dragon Body, his qi and blood were as good as a real dragon, his muscles and bones were sore and weak, and his qi and veins were stagnant, and he was almost defeated and was vaguely at a disadvantage.

But it’s not that his physical condition is not good, but that his cultivation is ultimately different from that of King Gebu.

No matter how powerful Meng Zhao is, one thing he cannot avoid is that his practice time is too short. Although he has been instructed for internal strength, the person who instructed for internal energy is low and his internal breath is not deep, which makes Meng Zhao's foundation extremely solid, but lacks the foundation of time accumulation.

King Gebhuddha was not the case.

He is a Buddhist disciple who is practicing martial arts. He has practiced magical skills for decades and has long pushed his realm to the extreme of the innate realm. He has no choice but to advance, and his body is polished to perfection. Although the body of the dragon and the elephant is less than that of Meng Zhao's real dragon body, his current combat power is still better.

Not to mention, the true energy that has been refined for decades is vast and boundless. With the blessing of the dragon and elephant physique, hard work will bring you a harvest, and it is rich and pure. Even Wei Qi is far from being compared with him. Meng Zhao is even more expected.

Some people can break the barriers to realm, but some barriers are still quite difficult to break.

At least judging from the performance of King Gebud, although he is not young, he is also of a master.

Even though his talent is less than that of Meng Zhao, he is still a genius. With the increase in his support, he will be able to overcome Meng Zhao successfully.

Of course, suppression does not mean defeat, and a temporary start does not mean that you can really laugh to the end.

Compared with Meng Zhao, King Gebud also noticed the strength of Meng Zhao's body. His fists and feet were like dragons, and his power was twisted into a rope, extremely condensed, filled with a force of brutal pressure, which also caused him some trouble under the impact.

However, he was very experienced and although what he learned was not as good as Meng Zhao, he had some advantages. His body shook slightly, and he could easily control his body's body, turning into a tough skin like a skin, and dispersed the energy received from the fist to the entire body. The dragon and elephant golden body bears pressure very strongly. If it falls at a point, it will produce pressure, but if it falls at the whole body, it will not cause any turmoil.

In just a short time, Meng Zhao and Gebufa King had already gained a brief glimpse of the other party's true martial arts.

King Gebud is a pure path of strength, pursuing the ultimate power and ultimate defense, and indeed has the power to break all dharmas with one force.

Meng Zhao was both powerful and powerful, especially the Ziyuan Dragon Body was an innate achievement and had a unique bloodline. When circulating qi and blood, the purple divine light around his body turned into a series of true dragon-shaped airflows surrounding his body, allowing him to make a move, as if a true dragon was following him, and his power was boundless.

And this fierce and simple punch was just the beginning.

The two of them did not retreat. After the punches, they hit each other closely, condensed the qi, blood and true qi on their bodies, like two wild giant beasts fighting in the starry sky, or like two balls of steel lumps, constantly hitting each other.
Chapter completed!