Chapter 114 (1/2)

At this time, the Song Yuan river was in a state of emotional collapse. The boy was an iron man. He couldn't move at all. Even the magic weapon and ancient sword he was proud of cut on the other party, which only made a big spark and cut the skin at most.

But if he is knocked and touched by Zhang Yi's invincible iron fist, he will hurt his muscles and bones, and even be directly broken.

His legs hurt, he couldn't stand steadily, his hands trembled, he couldn't hold a steady sword, his waist hurt and he couldn't stand straight.

Now it's good that his skull hurts directly. It's so painful that he shoots Venus. Half of his face and bones are hit sunken. His nose is bleeding violently. One eye is swollen and can't open. Zhang Yi's strong punch just now almost blew his head out. Fortunately, he tried his best to protect his head with his internal power at the critical moment.

Zhang Yi, who entered the combat state, was furious. Wang Tiqiang was incomparable. He couldn't even beat the magic tools of building the base. It was equivalent to Zhang Yi. Even if he held the magic tools, he had no place to start. On the contrary, once he was attacked, he would be very miserable.

Moreover, Zhang Yi's crazy fighting spirit really makes him cold. He has been fighting for nearly half an hour now. His hand holding the sword is tired and cramped, but Zhang Yi is like a human beast with unlimited energy. He doesn't know how tired he is.

Is this still fucking human? Song Yuanhe couldn't help scolding his mother!

Now he is knocked down by Zhang Yi. He simply can't get up on the ground. Just raise his hand and surrender. It's not human work.

The ancestor of the Song family, one of the top ten ancient martial families, and a towering figure at the top master level, stomped his feet. The whole of China trembled. It was said that he was respected and dignified like a prison.

But now, the grandmaster sat on the ground like a scoundrel and burst out rude words. There was no image to speak of. This picture was really hard to look at.

All the Song family are as dull as petrifaction. Is this really the old ancestor they worship like a God on weekdays? Why... Now sit on the ground and play Lai.

As the saying goes, losers don't lose the array. Since they are hard, they have to stick to it to the end!

Especially, is this really their ancestor? Many of the Song family even suspected that they had an illusion or saw a fake ancestor.

Song Zelin and song yuedan also opened their mouths and felt hot on their faces. Their ancestors of the Song family turned out to be this virtue. Even their descendants felt ashamed and wanted to find a way to get in.

Song Chengguo also stared with big eyes. His face was a little black and his face was twitching. This was the ancestor of his uncle's generation. He had some dignity, but now, what's the matter.

On the other side, ye Changqing and his wife are also speechless. They were awed by their ancestors who were at the top of the grand master level, but now they are beaten into this 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 rumors? ”

Ye Hongshuang was also in a daze. In her childhood impression, the ancestors of those aristocratic families all existed like Mount Tai. They were respected and dignified like prison. Even the head of the family had to salute respectfully in the face of it and dared not make any mistakes.

In ye Hongshuang's mind, these figures at the ancestral level have already been marked with inhumanity and detachment like a God.

But now, the old ancestor of the Song family feels a bit naughty and rogue, which immediately makes her inner world a little messy.

Xia Guoxiong also couldn't help but be a little confused, and then looked at Zhang Yi with infinite awe, because the old ancestor of the Song family became this virtue, which was completely frightened by Zhang Yi!

Zhang Yi's mouth twitched. Just now, the ancestor of the Song family came down from the sky and stomped down most of the buildings of Chu Xiang building. He was still a top master. He was also highly respected in the ancient martial arts world and paid great attention to his face, but this scene surprised him.

However, he is rising, and he has regained the feeling of bloody struggle in the cultivation world in his previous life. He feels that his man Wang Jue runs more and more freely and roundly, and the realm is too full to be full. There is a faint feeling of wanting to spray thin.

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

”Get up!” Zhang Yi frowned and drank coldly.

”Don't get up! I won't fight. I'll admit defeat! ”

Song Yuanhe is very single and sits on the ground. He just can't get up. Ghosts fight with you. NIMA is an iron pimple that can't beat! It's not human!

Seeing that song Yuanhe, a dead pig, was not afraid of boiling water, Zhang Yi immediately filled his forehead with black lines. NIMA's family all conceded defeat. He was really embarrassed to start again, because the other party seemed to have given up resistance.

The awesome king of the stars, how can he fight again against those who surrender!

”It seems that you are the only one left!” Zhang Yi was unhappy and turned his eyes sharply to the only song Yuanshan left.

”I......” Song Yuanshan's face was a little black, but when he saw Zhang Yi's eyes, he suddenly raised his heart and thought that he might as well admit defeat.

After all, his condition now is similar to that of Song Yuan river. It is leg pain, waist pain and shaking hands.

Zhang Yi's golden fists are too hard. Even if they are separated by magic weapon fist covers, they also hurt his hand bones. He turned over and collided. His hand bones have been seriously damaged or even broken.

The two of them joined hands and were beaten by Zhang Yi. Now Song Yuanhe quit, leaving him alone. How can he be Zhang Yi's opponent.

However, before his words were spoken, Zhang Yi's stormy attack greeted him, and his golden fist hit him like raindrops.

This time, Zhang Yi punched several times faster than before, just not giving song Yuanshan a chance to admit defeat.

”Ah! Ah! Ah... ”

Facing Zhang Yi alone, song Yuanshan collapsed. Zhang Yi's golden fist was too hard. In the end, even his magic weapon fist was deformed and his bone frame was almost broken.

Zhang Yi's close combat is really terrible. Even those strong men in the cultivation world in previous lives don't dare to fight with him.

What's more, the earth with the declining cultivation system. Song Yuanshan lived so many years and encountered countless battles, but today, he was beaten unprecedentedly!

yes! Abuse! Fist to meat!