Rebirth of the Urban Immortal Emperor

Hearing the middle-aged monk's words, the young monk was stunned for a moment, but then he came to his senses.

"No, I'm not afraid of death, Uncle Yun, I really am not afraid of death!"

As if worried that the middle-aged monk did not believe what he said, the young monk emphasized it several times.

"It's just that I don't want everyone to die in vain."

Hearing the young monk's words, the middle-aged monk smiled bitterly, with a look of helplessness in his eyes: "Silly boy, even if we tell him the whereabouts of the formation disk now, he will not let us go."

Unlike the young monks, he has deep experience. From the time Yu Wenlie and others first appeared here, he had already seen that these people in front of him were a group of desperadoes. Such people had no credibility at all. words.

A look of astonishment flashed across the young monk's face. He was about to speak, but at this moment, Yu Wenlie's words made him completely give up.

"Haha, he is right. Now even if you tell me where you hide the formation disk, I will not let you go. However, I can promise you that if you hand over the formation disk, I can let you die happily. Click." Yu Wenlie laughed wildly.

The middle-aged monk stretched out his arm with great effort and touched the young monk's head. A sad look flashed in his eyes: "Xiao Feng, Uncle Yun knows that you are doing it for everyone's good, but we are destined to be unable to escape today's disaster. , Fortunately, the Yuwen family no longer exists, and our great hatred has been avenged."

"Uncle Yun's only regret is that until my death, I will not know who the benefactor was who destroyed the Yuwen family and avenged us."

The young monk looked at the middle-aged monk, gritted his teeth and said, "Uncle Yun, if we can survive, I will do anything to repay that benefactor's kindness."

Survive?

Hearing the words of the young monk, a look of confusion appeared in the middle-aged monk's eyes. With their current situation, it would be even harder to survive than to reach the sky.

This Dingyuanfang is a famous slum in Sihai City. Apart from those mortals who have no power to restrain themselves, they are the only ones there. Even if a miracle happens at this moment, no one will come to save them.

However, the middle-aged monk did not say this, because in the last moments of his life, he did not want to destroy the hope in the young monk's heart.

In the blink of an eye, three breaths passed, and still no one spoke. Yuwen Lie looked at the young monk, with a cruel smile in his eyes.

"Boy, if you don't tell me, you're going to die."

Seeing Yu Wenlie walking towards him, the young monk's eyes showed a hint of fear, but then his expression became firm again.

"No matter what, it's death. Come on, I'm not afraid!"

When Yuwen Lie heard this, he burst out laughing: "Haha, okay, you are a man. If it were normal, I might not kill you."

"But now, die!"

After he finished speaking, Yu Wenlie stretched out his right hand and slapped the young monk on the head.

"Xiao Feng!"

Seeing this scene, the middle-aged monk showed a look of sadness in his eyes.

"Am I going to die?"

Feeling the fatal crisis, the young monk suppressed the fear in his heart and slowly closed his eyes.

Everyone closed their eyes as if they couldn't bear to see the cruel scene that followed.

However, at this moment, something unexpected happened to everyone.

call out!

As a sound broke through the speed of sound, a stalwart figure holding a giant sword appeared in front of the young monk.

This figure waved the giant sword in his hand, without any hesitation, and launched several sword auras at Yuwen Lie. The sword aura was not very powerful, but it successfully defused Yuwen Lie's offensive.

This figure is naturally Zhang Yifeng.

Dodging Zhang Yifeng's sword energy, Yu Wenlie looked at Zhang Yifeng with an ugly face and asked, "Who are you?"

Zhang Yifeng had not yet spoken. Next to Yuwen Lie, the young monk who had been following him looked at Zhang Yifeng in astonishment. Suddenly his face changed drastically. He turned around and said to Yuwen Lie with a horrified look on his face: "Brother, he is Sihai City." The new city lord Feng Yi." "Feng Yi? The new city lord?"

Hearing the young monk's words, Yu Wenlie was stunned for a moment, and then the coldness in his eyes became even more cold: "So, you are the one who killed my eldest brother?"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Yifeng frowned and asked, "Your eldest brother? Is it Yu Wenshang?"

Yu Wenlie sneered and nodded, and said: "God, you really treat me well. I was worried about how to find you to avenge my elder brother. I didn't expect you to come to the door yourself. This saves me a lot." trouble."

"Remember, the person who killed you is me, Yu Wenlie!"

After the words fell, Yuwen Lie's spiritual power surged crazily, and then he brandished his sword and attacked Zhang Yifeng.

On the side, the young monk slowly opened his eyes, with a look of astonishment in his eyes.

In despair, he was already prepared to face death, but what he didn't expect was that after a long time, Yu Wenlie's attack had not landed yet.

Amidst all the doubts, he opened his eyes. When he saw Zhang Yifeng fighting with Yu Wenlie, a look of astonishment appeared in his eyes.

"Uncle Yun, what's going on? Is someone here to rescue us?" the young monk looked at the middle-aged monk and asked.

However, the middle-aged monk did not answer his question. Instead, his eyes were fixed on Zhang Yifeng, his eyes full of excitement.

It wasn't until the young monk called again that the middle-aged monk came back to his senses.

He looked excited and said to the young monk: "Xiao Feng, the man holding the giant sword is the benefactor who destroyed the Yuwen family and avenged us. He was the one who saved you just now."

When the young monk heard this, he was stunned for a moment, and then looked at Zhang Yifeng who was fighting with Yuwen Lie, and his expression instantly became extremely fanatical.

"Uncle Yun, so we can be saved!"

"There should be help."

The middle-aged monk smiled and nodded. Judging from the current situation, as long as Zhang Yifeng defeated Yu Wenlie, they would be rescued.

At this time, Yu Wenlie and Zhang Yifeng had fought for dozens of rounds.

"Boy, what kind of knife is this!"

Yu Wenlie let out an exclamation.

The knife in his hand was already full of gaps, causing him a burst of pain.

This sword was a level nine weapon forged by a master of weapons at a huge cost. In order to forge this weapon, he spent a lot of money!

But what he didn't expect was that the sword, which he had always regarded as a treasure, had a gap after just a few blows with the giant sword in Zhang Yifeng's hand.

Could it be that this kid's giant sword is a magic weapon?

Thinking of this possibility, the pain in Yuwen Lie's eyes instantly disappeared, and instead became filled with greed.

"Boy, obediently offer the giant sword in your hand, and I will spare your life."

Zhang Yifeng smiled after hearing Yu Wenlie's words.