"Using softness to overcome hardness? It's a good idea!"

Chen Zhao smiled faintly and didn't care.

If his strength is stronger than this black crane, no matter what method he uses, he will be doomed to end in failure.

In the face of absolute strength, any opportunism is useless.

Especially "using softness to overcome hardness", there is no need to be careless at all.

Since the legends of "sticking clothes for eighteen falls", "transfer flowers and jade", and "using the way of the other person," have become popular in the world, the martial arts of using weak to defeat the strong and soft to overcome hardness have become popular in the world.

Those who were telling the storytellers also made a fool of themselves, saying that Mu Ying was fighting against Caiyun South, and that he used a mouse to scare off the other party's elephant formation. He also said that the hero Huang Tianba's nine-year-old illegitimate son could defeat his father.

In fact, these are nonsense.

The elephant cannot be afraid of a mere mouse, and Shi Shilun's guards cannot lose to a nine-year-old naughty boy.

The reason is very simple, there is a huge power difference between the two.

The most fundamental premise of the so-called "a little bit of strength" is that you must have two thousand pounds of strength to be able to achieve a little bit of strength.

Therefore, as long as Heihe's own strength cannot surpass Chen Zhao, no matter how clever or clever his methods are, they cannot defeat Chen Zhao.

The immortal's posture is a stepping stone, the human emperor's aura is a magical skill for protecting the body. The power contained in the vast Beixuan magical skill is Chen Zhaoli's greatest reliance in the world!

So, facing the Hei Yu coming from the sky with the black crane, he smiled softly.

"Look at my Beixuan Divine Arts, the Sky Hammer!"

The last time Chen Zhao used this move was when he was communicating with Zhang Sanfeng.

I saw a radiant energy with dazzling light flashing in the void. Chen Zhao raised his hand and turned into a fist, condensing his true essence into a fist. With one punch, it was like a hammer head that thrust through the sky.

"Boom!"

Within a radius of several meters, whether it was the black feathers in the sky, the plants, trees, bamboos and stones, even the air was flattened. In the eyes of others, a radiant wind of light appeared in the entire space, which was a wonder of the air being bombarded.

The sky-wrapping hammer cannot be defeated, everything cannot be broken, with absolute power to smash everything!

"What's this?"

The black crane retreated suddenly, his face turned pale.

He thought that his previous defeat was just because he was careless and lost Jingzhou. It was a result of underestimating his opponent and he couldn't count it.

But this head-on fight crushed all his confidence.

Heihe's clothes were broken and his clothes were ragged, and even blood beads were faintly seeping out of his skin, and bruises could be seen.

If he hadn't escaped quickly just now, Chen Zhao's hammer could have smashed him and his body-protecting energy into pieces.

It's so scary. When did a mere human being have the capital to compete with him?

This is simply incredible.

Thinking about the past thousands of years, he has been rampant in the Three Realms. Although there are many opponents who are stronger than him, all of this is practiced for a long time. How could a white-faced scholar less than 20 years old have such powerful power and such captivating strength?

Since a master like Heihe dares to attack people from a thousand miles into the air, his body protection energy is also very powerful. With his cultivation, even Bai Suzhen's realgar sword and the golden cymbals in the hands of the King of Jinbians, he may not be able to hurt him.

But Chen Zhao's iron hammer smashed his protective energy to pieces.

If he hadn't been hiding quickly, he would have caused a molecular state.

"Come again!"

Chen Zhao laughed loudly, feeling indescribable pleasure in his heart! Someone could actually stop him from punching and making a move. This requires a good fight!

Since he created the Northern Xuan Divine Art, he has been practicing hard. From the strongest encounter in the first dungeon world, he has been the only one who meets in Zhang Sanfeng, to the ten-demon Yanjun of the underworld in this dungeon, he has been practicing and fighting continuously.

Unfortunately, there are few people who are his opponents in the world. Often, before using all their strength, the opponent has already fallen down.

This dimensionality reduction strike feels so boring.

Now in this world, it is really rare to have a master who can fight with him calmly and escape freely! He must not let him go easily!

Because of this, he didn't use a long halberd, but used a pair of flesh fists, just because he was afraid that he would not be able to fight enough!

He stood with his feet, neither scattered nor eight, and was like a grandmaster. He surrounded Taixu with his hands, and wandered around the little Zhoutian with his Northern Xuan magical power in his body, and his hands were constantly gathering true energy and magic power.

"Eat another sky hammer!"

Chen Zhao smiled, held Changkong with his right hand, and then clenched his fist, as if he was igniting the small universe in his body, carrying the infinite great true energy, gathering powerful power, and punching Heihe again!

Heihe retreated again, and his heart was frightened, and an unprecedented crisis surged. Intuition told him that although his opponent was just a mere human, the power contained in this iron fist was something he could not take on.

Even if he followed the True Immortal to cultivate various magical powers, he could not resist it.

"Boom!"

Sure enough, the iron fist qi hit a big tree behind him, and then exploded violently. The trunks that the few people hugged each other exploded to pieces. Everyone was stunned and looked incredible!

"Bang bang!"

Chen Zhao rushed up again and fought with Heihe.

Chen Zhao is based on Beixuan Divine Art, but his fists and feet are inherited by the Emei Sect. He has been tempered on the battlefield. Each move has great power, simple and grand.

Heihe's fist is simple and grand, with a vast and prehistoric aura. Although each punch is not fancy, it is extremely sharp. However, he dare not resist Chen Zhao, but whether he transformed into a crane shadow and circled around Chen Zhao.

"No wonder, some magical powers, no wonder I can hurt my friends!"

Without three or three, how dare you go to Liangshan? You must know that after a long period of hardening, Pang Yong and Xiahou have long been reborn, which is extraordinary.

Even without Yan Chixia aside, they might not be able to deal with the Jinban Dharma King.

Therefore, it is definitely not ordinary people who can attack them.

Even though Chen Zhao had used all the skills since his art, he could still use all the skills since his art, but Heihe used his skills to learn from his masters and practice his own cultivation to use his flying skills and could still block Chen Zhao's attack.

This made Chen Zhao happy without being surprised. He hadn't met a real opponent for a long time. The small characters before could pass it with just three punches and two kicks.

Of course, whether he took out the hidden sword gourd or the long halberd of his natal life, he could easily kill the black crane, but after finally meeting an opponent that could be fought, how could Chen Zhao be willing to use his methods easily?

It’s a pity to kill such a master easily!

Chen Zhao thought about this, but he didn't realize that Heihe was already so depressed that he was extremely depressed.
Chapter completed!