This bald man's internal skills have reached the level of acquired great perfection. He also practiced a Xiaoqingyuan Dharma Body Art. His body refining skills are quite insufficient, and his arm strength is amazing. With his physical ability alone, he can have the power to carry a tripod.

Therefore, this broad sword weighing more than a hundred pounds was used as an embroidery needle, which was as fast as an embroidery needle, and was quick and flexible, clever and changeable. It was the state of lifting heavy weights as light.

With such a fierce force, he even used all his internal strength and his own qi and blood, but he could not stir up any movement on the palm of his little face and was completely suppressed.

The shock brought by it is truly a huge one from the heart. The gap between him and this little face is the ants and the real dragon. How could he have the courage to attack him?

The annoyance in my heart is like a poisonous snake, but I have to admit that it is a self-inflicted consequence.

His daily domineering and arrogant attitude greatly reduced his sensitivity. He knew that this young man had a good status and was confident enough, so he was not easy to mess with, but he was arrogant and wanted to go against him.

It is also obvious that if the other party kills dozens of his men in one move, he will definitely not be the opponent, and he will also act like he has lost his wits and attack him. Wouldn't he beg for death?

But, there is no medicine for regret in this world, he has to pay the price for what he has done.

However, the bald man ignored it. From the moment he appeared in front of Meng Zhao, his life and his destiny were no longer allowed to decide on himself. This is the helplessness of the weak.

Meng Zhao shook his head. This bald man might be able to see his martial arts in the acquired realm, but that's it.

With a slight force on his right palm, he pushed a sharp force on the Kuojian sword in an instant. With a crisp sound like a bell ringing, the bald man looked at the Kuojian whom he relied on in despair, and was broken by the little white face and threw it at him with a whoosh.

Although it is not a particularly clever hidden weapon method, the power of this throw is still very terrifying.

With a sneer, it broke through the air resistance and seemed to be blessed with the blessing of the void energy, turning into a meteor.

The bald man had no time to dodge, and the broken tip of the broadsword rubbed against his bare scalp.

There were no scars on the top of the scalp, but it turned red because of the friction, which looked a bit funny.

Knock, teeth trembled up and down, eyes closed, and never for a moment, death was so close to him.

It's just a little bit, just a little bit. The broad sword tip that Meng Zhao threw was able to break his head as long as he turned a little bit down.

This is called the bald man who is obviously quite capable of doing it. He softened his body after a moment of whimpering. His muscles were tightened due to exerting force, and the blue veins on his arms disappeared in an instant. He stepped back several steps and gasped heavily.

As for the broadsword in his hand, Meng Zhao pulled it back to his hand after it was released.

He looked down at the damaged sword body. The broken part was very neat, as if he was measuring the boundary with a ruler and then cutting it with a tool, which showed how delicate his strength was.

Of course, being able to break such a tough weapon with the power of his body is also something that makes him proud.

Although his body has not yet reached the point of resisting magic weapons, it is at least likely to damage such weapons, which is a great progress and transcendence.

Not long ago, he and Zhang Zhichong of Xiaofengtang were in duel. If he really put his heart into it, he might have broken the divine weapon Qingfeng, like a broad sword at such a time.

"The sword body is good and the texture is not bad. It's a pity that the person who uses the sword is a little weaker!"

The bald man was so scared that he collapsed in his original place. Meng Zhao did not rush to enjoy the fruit of victory. He just pointed at the front of the broken broadsword and bounced it gently. Dinglingling. In an instant, cracks that spread rapidly appeared on the broadsword sword, and soon completely shattered into small pieces and fell on the snow.

He also did not use his true energy, but used his meticulous spirit to feel the texture and veins on the sword body, and used enough force to destroy it, which shattered the originally strong broad sword.

This scene made the young lady of the Liu family and the coachman shocked and frightened. He knew that Meng Zhao must have extraordinary martial arts skills, and he might not be able to fight in the first state of the innate realm.

After all, even if you don’t feel it personally, you can have a considerable degree of awareness by watching it. Ordinary innate martial artists cannot do it.

The bald man came to his senses and looked at Meng Zhao blankly, fearful, lost, and a little bit of gratitude.

"Why not kill me?"

Of course, it is not impossible for Meng Zhao to kill him, nor does he dare not. He himself confirmed this.

After all, if this young man had insufficient martial arts skills, he would not have looked like he was seeing a ghost. If he was not brave, he would not have killed dozens of people under his command in one fell swoop.

But he couldn't imagine what the value of his existence was.

"Why do you want to kill you? Is it good for me to kill you?"

Meng Zhao smiled. A living person is far more valuable than a dead person. Those minions are not qualified and will naturally die. Although this bald man is not too strong, his identity is one level higher than that of others.

If you know more, you will get a chance to survive.

So, no matter when, where, and no matter what you do, you have to climb up. The higher the climbing position, the more opportunities you will get, the greater the gains you will get. Even the possibility of survival is three points higher than that of the minions.

The young lady of the Liu family touched her stomach and wanted to say something, but her eyes circulated and she looked at Meng Zhao for a moment, but she didn't dare to say her words.

She hated this bald man quite a bit. The other party's disgusting eyes and vulgar thoughts made her wish she could take out a sword and kill him immediately.

Even the bald man's hands were stained with the blood of many members of the Liu family, and he was an enemy of her.

However, since she is a smart person, she understands that she does not have any qualifications to make any requirements and conditions in front of this young man she met by chance.

She was rescued because she was pitiful enough, and her big belly aroused Meng Zhao's sympathy.

Second, naturally, it is to use a magical skill to obtain the possibility of Meng Zhao taking action. Without this second point, the so-called pitifulness is actually worthless.

Based on this, it is not realistic for her to influence Meng Zhao.

Of course, putting aside these, women think more about their own safety.

With this young hero who is suspected to be from Zhenwu Temple, even if he does not kill the bald man, the other party will not threaten him. Since this is the case, there is no need to do some annoying behaviors.

The driver of the Liu family stared at the bald man with anger, trying to argue with Meng Zhao, but was held back by the young lady of the Liu family and did not dare to speak.
Chapter completed!