Rebirth of the Urban Immortal Emperor

Zhang Yifeng seemed to be getting better and better as he fought, but Mr. Fu knew that this was not because Zhang Yifeng suddenly became stronger, but because he was already following the hammer and could not help himself. After hitting these last five hammers, Zhang Yifeng's meridians will explode and he will never die again.

Zhang Yifeng also felt a huge crisis, because he could clearly feel that the seemingly not heavy hammer was constantly plundering all the power in his body!

Yes, it is plundering, not absorbing anymore!

It was as if he wanted to rob him of everything.

After just two hammer blows, Zhang Yifeng felt a void in his body, and he was almost unsteady when standing. But he didn't fall down. His body was completely driven by the hammer!

He wanted to control the spiritual energy so that it would no longer flow to the light hammer in his hand, but the light hammer seemed to have automatically established a loop with his body. He didn't need to control it at all, and he couldn't control it!

"It's over, if this continues, I will definitely die!" Zhang Yifeng's thoughts suddenly changed, and it was all his fault that he couldn't control it for a moment, and forcefully used the seventh hammer, and now it really caused a disaster.

"Damn it, you can't just wait for death. You must control it!".

At this time, he has already struck the eleventh blow. As long as the next strike is struck, his meridians will be severed and he will die! Therefore, he must control this last blow.

He can't die!

Finally, with the last hammer blow, Zhang Yifeng's body was involuntarily carried by the light hammer and flew into the air.

Just when Nan Xin and the others thought that Zhang Yifeng was about to make the final blow, his body actually stopped.

Just holding the light hammer high with both hands, still in mid-air, it looked extremely weird and magical.

"Earth hammer!"

A moment later, a loud shout came from Zhang Yifeng's mouth, and the hammer in his hand suddenly came out, turning into a golden meteor and rushing towards the ground!

boom!

There was a sudden tremor, dust flew up, and the whole yard was instantly shrouded in dust.

With quick eyesight and quick hands, Nan Xin grabbed Mr. Fu and flew back several feet. Mr. Fu's body was simply not strong enough to withstand such a powerful blow!

Is Zhang Yifeng dead? Such a thought came to Nan Xin's mind.

After a few minutes, the smoke and dust finally dispersed, and a huge crater appeared in their eyes. But Zhang Yifeng has disappeared!

The rich old man sat on the ground slumped.

But Nan Xin seemed to still hold on to the last glimmer of hope and slowly came to the edge of the pothole.

When she saw the scene in the pothole clearly, Nan Xin suddenly screamed.

"Rich old man, come on, come and see!"

The old man dragged his heavy body to the pothole, and then saw Zhang Yifeng in the pothole.

Zhang Yifeng's clothes had long been torn, and the veins on his body were like ferocious dragons, seemingly about to burst. However, these meridians were not broken after all. Zhang Yifeng's chest was rising and falling slightly.

"not dead!"

Mr. Fu was pleasantly surprised that Zhang Yifeng's vitality was not cut off. This is nothing short of a miracle.

"Quickly, help him back to the room."

Hearing this, Nan Xin immediately jumped into the pit, held Zhang Yifeng in her arms, and began to check Zhang Yifeng's body.

"How is he?" the old man asked nervously.

"Don't worry, Mr. Fu, he's just asleep."

Hearing this, Mr. Fu was completely relieved, but he was still shocked. The scene just now was simply too scary. Zhang Yifeng stood still in the air like a son of god, and then dropped the hammer in his hand.

How did he do that?

As if to confirm Nan Xin's words, Zhang Yifeng suddenly reached out and hugged Nan Xin, and rubbed his head against Nan Xin's round breasts a few times. Of course, this was just Zhang Yifeng's subconscious action, not his deliberate attempt to take advantage of others.

When Mr. Fu saw this scene, he turned his head as if nothing happened. Nan Xin bit her lip with a blushing face. The scene just now was so embarrassing!

"Well, Grandpa Fu, Brother Zhang seems to be very tired. Let me take him back to rest first. When he recovers, I will bring him to see you." Nan Xin said to Grandpa Fu. She was really embarrassed to stay here any longer. .

Mr. Fu thought for a while and then said: "Okay, take him back. Remember, when he wakes up, come to me immediately."

"I will."

Nan Xin picked up Zhang Yifeng and disappeared after a few leaps.

Although Nan Xin is a female, she is still a strong person in the wind stage, and she can hug a man with ease.

Nan Xin went out. Mr. Fu looked at the broken sword in his hand, as if thinking about something. After a while, he picked up another sword and walked out of the yard.

Outside the courtyard, warriors have gathered. At this moment, these warriors are all surprised. Why did this sword break? Could someone have succeeded? In doubt, Mr. Fu walked out.

"Fu Lao, you are here. What happened to the sword? Did someone cut it off?"

Mr. Fu said with deep eyes: "Some people just didn't believe that this sword can be cut off. I tested it myself with the sword in my hand."

After the voice fell, Mr. Fu pulled out the broken sword stuck in the ground and inserted the good sword in his hand into the soil again.

Everyone then breathed a sigh of relief: "It turns out that the senior cut it off himself."

"You guys continue."

The rich old man waved to everyone, hunched over, and returned to the yard.

Clang Clang Clang.

The sound of a sword being broken came next. Of course, it was not the rich old man’s sword that was broken.

The reason why Mr. Fu inserted a new sword was to reduce unnecessary trouble. If the warriors knew that someone had cut off the sword and was accepted as a disciple by him, his yard would definitely be lively, and many people would want to win over Zhang Yifeng.

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Nan family.

In a room full of feminine atmosphere, Zhang Yifeng was lying on the bed and sleeping deeply. Nan Xin was sitting beside the bed, looking at Zhang Yifeng quietly. The image of Zhang Yifeng standing in the air kept echoing in her mind. The image was simply too fantasy. He was like the son of a god, unstoppable.

Nan Xin still doesn't know how Zhang Yifeng rose into the air and how he controlled the terrifying twelfth hammer.

In fact, Zhang Yifeng's survival was entirely a fluke.

When Zhang Yifeng swung the eighth hammer, he realized that his body was completely out of control. It was the hammer that drove his body, hammer after hammer to finish the twelve meteors.

The situation at that time was very critical, and even he himself felt that he was going to be sucked clean by the twelve meteor hammers, especially when the twelfth hammer was about to be struck, his body was completely exhausted and he had no strength.

When he felt that he was about to die from exhaustion, the roots of the Wisdom Tree exuded a cool breath, making his head clear, and a set of hammering techniques flashed from his sea of ​​consciousness.

That was a powerful hammering technique he had acquired in his previous life.

It's called the Earth Hammer.