Rebirth of the Urban Immortal Emperor

"why are you laughing?"

Seeing Zhang Yifeng laughing, Yu Wenlie's face turned cold.

Zhang Yifeng did not explain. He looked at Yu Wenlie with disdain, raised the giant sword in his hand, and said lightly: "Do you really want it?"

Yu Wenlie thought Zhang Yifeng was going to give him the sword, so he nodded and said: "Boy, if you are wise, give it to me quickly, and then you can get out."

"What an idiot." Zhang Yifeng shook his head lightly, a smile appeared in his eyes, and said: "In that case, then it is as you wish."

call out!

As soon as he finished speaking, the Sky-Splitting Mark came out of his hand and flew towards Yuwen Lie at a speed that broke the speed of sound.

Feeling the murderous aura carried in the giant sword, Yu Wenlie knew that he had been tricked by Zhang Yifeng, and a look of cruelty immediately appeared in his eyes.

"Boy, are you kidding me? You're looking for death!"

Facing the giant sword that was heading straight towards his face, Yu Wenlie did not dare to be careless and held the sword across his chest in a defensive posture.

Keng!

With a clear sound of gold and iron clashing, the giant sword collided with the sword in Yu Wenlie's hand.

Click!

There was a sound of a sharp weapon breaking, and Yu Wenlie's expression changed. He lowered his head and looked at the big knife in his hand, and a look of horror instantly appeared in his eyes.

I saw that the ninth-level sword in his hand had many fine cracks on the blade during the collision. Then, the sword shattered inch by inch, and the fragments fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

In just the blink of an eye, there was only the handle of the knife left in Yuwen Lie’s hand!

Seeing this scene, Yuwen Lie's expression changed, but when he thought that this sword was so powerful, the greed in his eyes became even stronger.

"Boy, you destroyed my weapon. Your giant sword now belongs to me."

Yuwen Lie said, suddenly reaching out to grab the giant sword.

His eyes were filled with a deep smile. In his opinion, Zhang Yifeng's giant sword was already in his possession.

But what he didn't expect was that when he grabbed the giant sword with his hand, the giant sword suddenly accelerated as if it had a spirit, missed his hands by a hair, and flew back to Zhang Yifeng's hand in an instant.

Gently wiping away the non-existent dust on the Sky-Splitting Mark, Zhang Yifeng looked at Yuwen Lie with a teasing smile in his eyes.

“It’s not a glorious thing to take someone else’s things as your own.”

Listening to Zhang Yifeng's sarcastic words, Yu Wenlie's face turned blue and white. It was so wonderful.

"Boy, if you are looking for death, I will help you."

Yuwen Lie was angry. He had never been so humiliated before. The majestic spiritual energy burst out of his body instantly. He roared angrily, formed a fist with his right hand, and attacked Zhang Yifeng with a burst of energy.

"Well done!"

Seeing the fist waved by Yu Wen Lie, Zhang Yifeng's eyes lit up. He put away the Sky-Splitting Mark, instantly activated the Fighting Immortal Body, and also swung a punch towards Yu Wen Lie.

Seeing Zhang Yi put away his giant sword, Yuwen Lie heaved a sigh of relief and sneered at the same time.

In his opinion, the reason why Zhang Yifeng had the upper hand before was because he relied on the terrifying giant sword in his hand. But now that the giant sword was put away by him, Zhang Yifeng instantly became a person who could do whatever he wanted in his eyes. Kneaded soft persimmons.

"Boy, you are seeking death on your own, don't blame me!"

Yuwen Lie laughed evilly, and the spiritual power in his body surged out, converging on his right fist, forming a terrifying murderous intent.

At this moment, Yu Wenlie was like a murderous god, his whole body filled with violent aura, which would make people's hearts tremble just by looking at him.

"Sir, be careful!"

Feeling the powerful aura emanating from Yuwen Lie, Yang Xiao's eyes were filled with worry.

However, what he didn't know was that facing Yu Wenlie with such a powerful aura, Zhang Yifeng didn't feel much pressure in his heart.

He could feel that although Yuwen Lie's aura was powerful, his true strength was roughly the combat strength of the fourth level of the out-of-body stage.

Zhang Yifeng went through Tianlei body refining and opened up an immortal golden point in his body. In the state of the war immortal body, his physical strength is already comparable to that of a monk on the third level of the out-of-body stage.

Although Yu Wenlie showed strength at the fourth level of the out-of-body stage, his weapon had been damaged in the previous battle, and his strength must have been greatly reduced.

There was only one level of difference. Facing the arrogant Yu Wenlie, Zhang Yifeng still had some confidence in defeating him.

Seeing the cold aura emanating from Yuwen Lie's right fist, Zhang Yifeng looked solemn, took a deep breath, and met it with his fist as well.

The only difference is that Yu Wenlie's fist is filled with surging spiritual power and full of murderous intent, while Zhang Yifeng's fist has no fluctuation of spiritual power.

"Haha, boy, did you deliberately admit defeat knowing that you were outmatched?" Feeling the fragility of Zhang Yifeng's fist, Yu Wenlie showed a wild smile in his eyes.

He had almost seen Zhang Yifeng's brain exploding.

Zhang Yifeng looked at Yu Wenlie with a strange expression, and suddenly laughed and said: "Not many people can take my punch, so you have to be careful."

When Yu Wen Lie heard this, he laughed loudly and was about to taunt, but his expression suddenly changed and his body suddenly moved to the side.

boom!

Just when Yuwen Lie stepped aside, Zhang Yi's fist came as promised, and a huge roar erupted from where he had been standing.

boom!

Zhang Yifeng's fist suddenly burst out with extreme power. Without a target, he only saw his punch hitting the wall next to him.

Amid the horrified expressions on everyone's faces, the force from Zhang Yifeng's fist instantly shattered the hard wall.

hiss! Seeing Zhang Yifeng's powerful blow, everyone present took a breath of air, especially Yu Wenlie's subordinates, who looked at Zhang Yifeng with fear in their eyes.

Looking directly at Zhang Yifeng, Yu Wenlie's eyes flashed with horror. Judging from the blow Zhang Yifeng had just dealt, the opponent's strength was not much weaker than his.

Yuwen Lie suppressed the fear in his heart, looked at Zhang Yifeng solemnly, and said, "Good boy, I have underestimated you."

"It's just that if you only have this ability, you will still die!"

When the word "death" fell, a red light suddenly appeared on Yuwen Lie's body, and then, a drop of menstrual blood appeared in Yuwen Lie's hand.

"The blood demon guides, the demonic flames surge into the sky!"

As Yuwen Lie shouted loudly, the blood essence in his hand suddenly burned, and then, endless black demonic energy emerged from his body.

The demonic energy formed a phantom of the Demon King in the air, and endless coercion emanated from the phantom of the Demon King.

Some monks with low cultivation levels were affected by the pressure of the Demon King. All of them turned pale, and their eyes were full of horror when they looked at the Demon King's shadow.