Rebirth of the City Immortal Emperor

At this time, Song Yuanhe was emotionally broken. This kid was simply an iron man. He couldn't touch him at all. Even the ancient sword he was proud of was slashing on the opponent, just shining a big spark. Cut a little skin at most.

But as for him, as long as he is knocked and touched by Zhang Yi's invincible iron fist, he will hurt his muscles and bones, and he may even be directly beaten and fractured.

His legs hurt, he could not stand firmly, his hands were trembling, he could not hold the sword steady, his waist was painful, and he could not stand up straight.

It's okay now, the brain hurts directly, the pain is so high that it is so stubborn that half of the bones of the face are sunken, and the nosebleeds are so fast that one eye is so swollen that you can't open it. His head exploded, but fortunately, at the critical moment, he desperately used his internal force to protect his head.

When Zhang Yi entered the fighting state, he was violent. The human king was incomparable. He couldn't even move the foundation-building artifacts. It was equivalent to Zhang Yi’s whole being comparable to the foundation-building artifacts. Even if Song Yuanhe held the artifacts, There is nowhere to start, but once he is attacked, he will be miserable.

Moreover, Zhang Yi’s frenzied fighting spirit really made him terrified. It has been almost half an hour now, and his sword-holding hands are exhausted and cramped, but Zhang Yi is like a fierce humanoid with unlimited energy. Beast, totally unaware of fatigue.

Is this a **** human? Song Yuanhe couldn't help but want to scold his mother!

Now that Zhang Yi fell to the ground with a fist, he simply couldn't get up on the ground anymore.

The ancestor of the Song family of the top ten ancient martial arts families, a monstrous figure of the pinnacle master level, stomped his feet, and the entire China trembled, saying that it was of high morality and majesty like a prison.

But now, this grandmaster ancestor is sitting on the ground like a rascal and exposing swearing, with no image at all. This picture is really hard to look at.

All the Song family members are as dull as Petrochemical. Is this really the old ancestor who was worshipped as gods by them on weekdays? What... Now I am slumping on the ground and cheating.

As the saying goes, if you lose, you don't lose. Since you are just getting on, then you have to stick to it to the end!

Special, is this really their ancestor? Many Song family members even suspected that they had hallucinations or saw a fake ancestor.

Song Zelin and Song Yuedan also opened their mouths wide, and felt hot bursts on their faces. The ancestors of their Song family turned out to be such a virtue. Even their younger generations felt ashamed and embarrassed to find a place to sew in.

Song Chengguo also widened his eyes, his face turned dark, and his face was twitching. This is the ancestor of his uncle's generation, and he has a certain majesty, but now, this is how decent it is.

On the opposite side, Ye Changqing and his wife were also speechless. The ancestors of the pinnacle grandmaster level were in awe of them, but now they are labeled as such a virtue by Zhang Yi, they really don't know what to say.

"Dad! Mom! Is this really the ancestor of the Song family? How does it feel different from the rumors?"

Ye Hongshuang was also in a daze. From a small impression, the ancestors of those aristocratic families were all Taishan-like existences, with high respect and majesty like prison.

In Ye Hongshuang's mind, these ancestor-level figures were already impersonal, as supernatural as a god.

But now, why this Song family's ancestor felt a little bit of a rogue, this suddenly made her inner world a little messy.

Xia Guoxiong couldn't help being a little dazed, and immediately looked at Zhang Yi with infinite awe, because the reason why the ancestor of the Song family became such a virtue was completely afraid of being beaten by Zhang Yi!

The corner of Zhang Yi’s mouth twitched. Just now, the ancestor of the Song family descended from the sky and stomped down most of the Chuxiang Tower building. He is also the pinnacle master. In the ancient martial arts world, he is also highly respected, and he is very face-conscious, but it is this scene. It just surprised him.

However, he is on the rise, and he has regained the feeling of fighting in the realm of cultivation in his previous life. He feels that his human Wang Jue is running more and more smoothly and smoothly, and the realm is so full that he can't be fuller, and there is a faint desire to spray. a feeling of.

He felt that if he continued the fierce battle, he should be able to reopen the bottleneck a little bit, but now that it was suddenly interrupted, he was naturally very upset.

"Get up!" Zhang Yi frowned and shouted coldly.

"Don't get up! I won't fight anymore, I'll give up the head office!"

Song Yuanhe sat on the ground very bachelor, but he couldn't get up, the ghost would fight with you. This Nima is just an iron lump that can't be beaten! It's not human!

Seeing Song Yuanhe's appearance that a dead pig was not afraid of boiling water, Zhang Yi suddenly filled his forehead with black lines. This Nima family had surrendered. He was really embarrassed to start again, because the other party seemed to have given up resistance.

How could the superhuman king who dazzled the starry sky again attack those who surrendered!

"It seems that you are the only one left!" Zhang Yi was upset, and his gaze turned sharply to the only remaining Song Yuanshan.

"I..." Song Yuanshan's face was darkened at first, but when he saw Zhang Yi's gaze, his heart suddenly bulged, thinking whether he should give up.

After all, his current situation is similar to that of Song Yuanhe, with leg pain, back pain, and hands trembling.

Zhang Yi's golden fists were too hard. Even if they were separated by the magic weapon glove, his hand bones were sore. After the collision, his hand bones had been severely damaged, even broken.

The two of them joined forces and were beaten by Zhang Yi, and now Song Yuanhe had chosen to quit, and he was left alone. How could he be Zhang Yi's opponent.

However, he hadn't said what he said. What greeted him was Zhang Yi's storm-like attack. The golden fist struck him like raindrops, violent.

This time Zhang Yi's punching speed was several times faster than before, just not giving Song Yuanshan a chance to admit defeat.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Song Yuanshan, facing Zhang Yi alone, collapsed. Zhang Yi's golden fist was too hard. In the end, even his magic weapon glove was deformed, and the bones of his whole body were almost broken.

Zhang Yi's close hand-to-hand combat is really terrifying, even those strong in the cultivation world in the previous life did not dare to fight him close-to-hand.

What's more, the earth where the cultivation system has fallen, Song Yuanshan has lived so many years, and he has encountered countless battles, but today, he has been beaten as never before!

Yes! Abuse! The kind that punches to the flesh!

For a time, Song Yuanshan's screams resounded throughout this area, and it lasted for a long time, and the scalp of the Song family was numb, and the whole body was cold.

What terrible situation has their ancestors suffered.

Due to the destructive power of the Grandmaster-level battle, the rocks pierced through the air and the smoke was everywhere, they could not see clearly when they stood a few kilometers away.

But soon, the violent and messy battlefield calmed down, and the battle ended.

Song Yuanshan was covered in blood, and his whole body was about to be beaten out of shape, lying there twitching like a dead dog.

"Holy... Master Shi, forgive me!"

Song Yuanshan trembled, his face was sunken, his lips trembled, and he looked at Zhang Yi in fear.

At this time, if he still doesn't know Zhang Yi's strength, he really doesn't want to live.

Originally, he and Song Yuanhe were both pinnacle masters, and they used powerful magical instruments to bless them together. The power that bursts out has surpassed the scope of the master realm. Even if they are still far from the legendary saint master realm, they are not much different. .

But Zhang Yi was only one person, with just a pair of iron fists, he could resist the two magic weapons, and the momentum was like a rainbow, and he kept pressing the two of them.

Although Zhang Yi has also shown some color, it can be said to be a crushing trend.

And Song Yuanshan also saw that Zhang Yi didn't use any martial arts, relying on the powerful internal strength and terrifying flesh.

For a powerhouse of this level, Song Yuanshan didn't believe that the opponent hadn't cultivated a powerful martial arts after killing him. Therefore, in other words, Zhang Yi didn't really use his full strength.

Such a terrifying strength, even the legendary saint master is nothing more than that.

Of course, Song Yuanshan has never seen the true saint master, but even so, Zhang Yi at least stepped into that realm with one foot, half a step saint master!

The fact is indeed the case, Zhang Yi did not use any martial arts, the explosion of all his power, can only be regarded as infinitely close to the peak of the late foundation stage.

But once the world-shaking martial skill of Renwangquan was used, the real powerhouse at the peak of the late foundation stage would not dare to face his pair of golden divine fists.

Holy Master! Even if it is only stained with a little, that is the existence of legendary level!

At this time, Song Yuanshan and Song Yuanhe were full of fear and awe. What kind of monster their Song family provokes, but they are so strong in their twenties that they are so terrifying.

This is a living saint master!

"Holy Master!" On the other side, Song Chengguo, who was seriously injured, heard this word from his second uncle, and he shuddered in fright and almost fainted.

It is said that the old master of Tai Chi Gate was seriously injured and dying.

And Tai Chi Gate is one of the top super sects in the entire ancient martial arts world!

how is this possible! How could this kid be a saint master! my God!

Song Zelin also heard the cry of the ancestors and the miserable end, and the hot hatred for Zhang Yi was directly chilled in his heart. He even raised a bit of resentment towards his dead son. This **** thing caused the Song family to provoke. What a terrifying enemy.

The Song family’s horrible existence against the last suspected saint master is simply annihilation!

"How is it possible? How could this little **** be the legendary saint master?"

Song Yuedan was also struck by lightning, her face pale as paper, and deep despair in her spiteful eyes.

Earlier, she hadn't put Zhang Yi in her eyes, thinking it was an ant that could be pinched to death at will, but now she discovered that this was clearly a great murderer.

It's just that at this moment, she didn't seem to get rid of her bad mouth, even she herself didn't realize it.

"Fuck! Bastard thing! Do you want the Song family to destroy the door?"

Song Yuedan's curse was very small, but Song Chengguo heard it. The ancestor was so scared on the spot that he drew his hand on Song Yuedan's face.

A grandmaster-level ancestor, even if he is seriously injured, the strength of a slap is terrifying.

Song Yuedan's face was sunken by the slap on the spot, and she couldn't help screaming in pain, but she couldn't help holding back when she saw Song Chengguo's cannibalistic eyes, her heart was chilling, and she was almost fainting.

"It's really unbeatable, I haven't enjoyed it yet!"

Seeing Song Yuanshan and Song Yuanhe lying miserably on the ground begging for mercy, Zhang Yi shook his head boredly.

For the enemy who surrendered, Zhang Yi really didn't have the idea of ​​starting his hand.

Of course, there are still two people who were concerned about Zhang Yi's background at first, so they didn't want to kill them. Otherwise, they might be two cold corpses lying on the ground now.

"Master Shengshi! Please raise your hands high. My Song family is willing to pay any price in exchange for peace!"

The corner of Song Yuanshan's mouth twitched, and he looked at Zhang Yi, who was still a little bit worried.