Rebirth of the Urban Immortal Emperor

"Zhang Yifeng, you are indeed very powerful, your body is ridiculously strong. However, this will make me excited to fight. You said you want to use your physical strength to break my demon body, then I will let you see, what? Call the devil!”

Zhang Mengmeng's plain voice came, as if he was telling a very common thing.

The next moment, the energy all over her body suddenly turned dark, and the energy seemed to have turned into black spiritual energy!

The black energy condensed, forming a vague shadow behind her, about three times her size. It's the phantom of the Lizard Demon.

"Here he is, Zhang Mengmeng's strongest form has appeared! The true form of the devil!"

"In the last battle, Zhang Mengmeng, who used his true form as a demon, almost defeated Murong Chong. Unfortunately, Murong Chong persisted longer than Zhang Mengmeng."

The members of the Dragon Team were excited. Such a fierce close combat was absolutely exciting. They all wanted to know who was physically stronger!

After displaying the demon's true form, Zhang Mengmeng's body suddenly disappeared from Zhang Yifeng's sight.

No, it didn't disappear, but Zhang Mengmeng's speed increased. When he reappeared, he was already in front of Zhang Yifeng.

"So fast!"

The members of the Dragon Group let out a burst of exclamations, and few of them caught Zhang Mengmeng's figure. This is Zhang Mengmeng's true strength.

"Devil's Thirty-Six Palms!"

Zhang Mengmeng's slender hands kept hitting, and in the blink of an eye, she hit thirty-six palms, attacking Zhang Yifeng at an extremely fast speed.

Her attack was not a martial skill, it was just a normal attack, but even this extremely ordinary attack caused Zhang Yifeng, who had used the War Immortal Body, to feel severe pain.

"Devil's ninety-nine palms!"

From thirty-six palms in the beginning, to ninety-nine palms now. Zhang Yifeng only felt that the pressure was getting stronger and stronger, and cracks appeared in the faint aura formed by the battle immortal body.

Zhang Mengmeng's attacks come one after another, just like the meteor hammer technique, there is no limit.

Soon, she hit the devil's three hundred and eighty-two palms! At that moment, Zhang Yifeng seemed to be surrounded by slender hands, and a huge shock was transmitted through the battle immortal body into his internal organs. He actually had the urge to vomit blood.

In just a few breaths, the light on Zhang Yifeng's body began to flicker.

Zhang Mengmeng's attack is so powerful, and the lizard demon blood is so powerful!

Zhang Yifeng knew that if this continued, he would be defeated sooner or later. Because the Battle Immortal Body consumes a huge amount of money on the body.

"drink!"

With a loud shout, Zhang Yifeng channeled all his strength into his right fist, and it was disrespectful to come back without reciprocating.

Since the other party wants to compete physically with him, he is happy to accompany him!

Boom boom boom!

There were also no moves, just the simplest punches. When the two fists collided, there was a shocking muffled sound, as if the air was constantly exploding. Countless ripples appeared throughout the space.

Everyone was stunned.

The two actually fell into a fierce fight, competing completely with naked strength. Suddenly, they were evenly matched!

Zhang Yifeng's powerful body defense is actually comparable to that of the Lizard Demon.

Quiet. The entire martial arts arena fell silent. Only that one louder explosion sound persisted.

boom!

Suddenly, there was a loud noise, and Zhang Yifeng and Zhang Mengmeng's bodies took ten steps back at the same time! The only difference was that Zhang Yifeng spit out a mouthful of blood and his face was horribly pale.

He is an injured person after all. At this time, he can feel the weight of his body due to old and new injuries.

"Perhaps you can really defeat me with your physical strength, but now, you are no match for me."

Zhang Mengmeng's calm voice came.

Hearing this, Zhang Yifeng did not speak. His eyes were calm and he did not explain too much. His right fist suddenly released a bright light, like a bright sun.

Seven Star Fist!

Zhang Mengmeng's pupils shrank. He had seen the power of the Seven Star Fist before, but Zhang Yifeng's attempt to defeat her with this martial skill was simply a fantasy.

"It's useless. Earth Palm!"

With a loud shout, Zhang Mengmeng suddenly put his hands together, and the black energy continued to condense from his palms, and then pushed out with a palm.

Before the palm could reach, the whistling zhenqi sent sand and gravel flying in the martial arts circle, which was extremely powerful.

Zhang Mengmeng's palm seemed to have borrowed the power of the earth, giving people an unspeakable and powerful sense of oppression.

Soon, the Seven Star Fist collided with the giant black palm. There was no huge explosion as expected. After the two collided together, they disappeared from each other.

The next moment, Zhang Yifeng's body flew out heavily.

Seven Star Fist was defeated by Earth Palm!

However, it was not because the level of Seven Star Fist was weak, it was just because his body suffered serious internal injuries.

Boom!

After his body fell to the ground, Zhang Yifeng couldn't get up immediately, and his injuries all over his body became more and more serious. His clothes were all stained red with blood, and he looked ferocious.

"Admit defeat!"

Zhang Mengmeng looked at Zhang Yifeng condescendingly.

Zhang Yifeng shook his head lightly, telling him to admit defeat. It was simply impossible. If he hadn't had a hearty battle with Zhang Mengmeng, he wouldn't have delayed it for so long.

"You still think you can defeat me?"

Zhang Mengmeng frowned slightly, Zhang Yifeng was already injured like this, but he could still fight.

"Since you won't admit defeat, I will take the initiative to end this boring battle."

Zhang Mengmeng spoke again, as if announcing her upcoming victory.

"Really?" Zhang Yifeng's eyes were still dull.

"You'll know right away."

Zhang Mengmeng snorted coldly, and the demon figure behind her raised her head and roared, and she launched another attack!

Boom boom boom!

Not long after, a shocking explosion came from the martial arts circle, and every punch and palm of her hand could make the earth shake!

Zhang Yifeng stood up and tried his best to resist Zhang Mengmeng's attack, but the opponent's speed was too fast, and one punch out of a hundred could always hit him.

From the audience's perspective, Zhang Yifeng was passively being beaten.

A quarter of an hour later, Zhang Mengmeng stopped punching, panting, and the demon phantom behind her also rippled in circles, as if it was about to dissipate. Her energy was almost exhausted.

At this time, Zhang Yifeng opposite her was already scarred. His whole body was covered in blood and he looked hideous.

"Hey. It seems that Zhang Yifeng lost. He was beaten so badly."

Many disciples began to shake their heads and sigh. In their opinion, Zhang Yifeng, who was covered in scars all over his body, had undoubtedly lost his fighting ability.

Beside the martial arts circle, Whitebeard frowned. He always felt that this kid was deliberately injured so seriously. He was hiding some methods, or some methods were too powerful and he did not dare to use them. Otherwise, Zhang Mengmeng would be killed. die!

Whitebeard never thought that Zhang Yifeng would lose. It's a gut feeling that's beyond words.

"This Zhang Yifeng was beaten so badly by Zhang Mengmeng. Why don't you admit defeat?"

"Yes, if this continues, I'm afraid I'll be beaten to death. If you don't have the strength to be number one, don't show off."

The members of the Dragon Group were talking among themselves.

On the side, Xiaotian, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke: "He didn't admit defeat because he never thought he would lose."