Rebirth of the Urban Immortal Emperor

The reason why Lang Feng didn't take action directly was because he felt that the woman in red in front of him was absolutely terrifying.

Even he was no match for the woman in red.

In the crowd, although Hong Ling was surrounded by more than a dozen people, there was no trace of fear in her eyes. Instead, she looked at everyone with a playful expression.

Hearing Lang Feng's words at this time, Hong Ling chuckled and said, "Why, you are coming to kill us, but you don't recognize me?"

Langfeng was stunned for a moment, and then his expression suddenly changed.

There was no woman in red in the portrait Zhao Tong had given them before, and from the news coming from the city gate, it seemed that there were no women among the people who entered the city with Qiu Lin and the others.

But what happened to the woman in red in front of me?

"Is the information wrong?" Lang Feng thought silently in his heart.

But no matter what, he felt that he and the members of the Death Squad must kill the woman in red in front of him, otherwise, they would be the ones who died.

Thinking of this, Langfeng shouted fiercely: "Form up and kill her!"

The Death Team was indeed a well-trained team. After receiving Lang Feng's order, they quickly formed a formation and launched a fierce attack on Hong Ling.

Langfeng smiled coldly. Being surrounded by the formation of the Death Team, even a strong man at the sixth level of the out-of-body stage would not be able to deal with it that easily.

Because each member of the Death Team has a very special skill, and the formation they form allows them to maximize their strength.

From Lang Feng's point of view, even if the woman in red in front of him is stronger than him, she is probably not much stronger. With his help from the side, the Death Team should be able to kill this woman in red.

But what he never expected was that he still underestimated Hong Ling's strength.

Facing the siege of more than a dozen people, Hong Ling not only showed no fear, but her eyes also shone with excitement.

She even gave up the use of teleportation, and instead adopted a head-on style of fighting with more than a dozen men in black.

Despite this, her speed was still extremely fast, and even though she did not use all her strength, the men in black were still beaten with bruises and bruises on their faces.

Of the dozen or so men in black, three or four were seriously injured and fell to the ground in the blink of an eye, wailing continuously.

"Sir, she is too powerful. We are no match at all. What should we do?" A man in black said loudly to Lang Feng.

Lang Feng's face looked a little ugly. In fact, the man in black didn't need to tell him, he could see that he seriously underestimated the strength of the woman in red. They were far from her opponents.

After thinking for a moment, when he saw another subordinate falling to the ground, he instantly made a decision in his heart.

"withdraw!"

Lang Feng almost said this word through gritted teeth.

At this moment, his eyes were full of hatred when he looked at Hong Ling. He knew that after losing so many people, the Twenty-Two Princes would not let him off easily when he returned to the palace.

The plan for now is to find ways to minimize losses as much as possible.

After hearing Langfeng's order, the men in black breathed a sigh of relief, took their slightly injured companions, and fled away from different directions.

As for those whose injuries were too serious, they had no choice but to give up.

"Want to escape? It's not that easy!"

Seeing a group of men in black trying to escape, Hong Ling sneered, and in a flash, he appeared in front of the two men in black.

"ah!"

The sudden appearance of the red spirit scared the two men in black and screamed. They immediately abandoned their injured companions, turned around and fled in another direction.

"Huh, what a greedy guy!"

Hong Ling laughed contemptuously, and after killing the man in black in front of her, she disappeared again. When she reappeared, she was already in front of the two men in black who had just escaped.

"You can't escape." Looking at the two men in black with frightened expressions, Hong Ling said calmly.

The two men in black were frightened half to death by Hong Ling's mysterious methods. Seeing that there was no hope of escape, they gritted their teeth, roared in unison, and rushed towards Hong Ling.

However, they were only at the first level of out-of-body cultivation, so how could they be Hong Ling's opponents? In just one move, they died tragically at Hong Ling's hands, and even Nascent Soul could not escape.

Hong Ling turned around and glanced at the empty surroundings, frowning.

Counting the two people she had seriously injured and killed before, a total of five of the nineteen men in black died at her hands.

This achievement may be shocking to others, but she is not satisfied.

"No, I can't let my master see the joke. If they kill more than me, wouldn't I lose face?"

Thinking of this, Hong Ling looked for the direction in which the other men in black had just escaped and chased after them.

At this time, on a trail, Lang Feng's expression turned extremely ugly. The Death Squadron was an elite team secretly trained by the Twenty-Two Princes. This team was also the trump card in the hands of the Twenty-Two Princes.

As the leader of the Death Squadron, he holds the soul jade slips of all the team members in his hand, in order to keep track of the status of the Death Squad members at any time.

But just now, he discovered that five of the nineteen soul jade slips were broken.

In other words, five members of the Death Team have died at the hands of the woman in red.

Thinking of this, a deep fear filled Lang Feng's heart, and at the same time, his heart was also filled with anger.

"No matter who you are, I will definitely kill you one day!" Lang Feng roared in his heart.

At this moment, Langfeng's expression suddenly changed, and his advancing figure suddenly stopped.

Because in front of him stood a young man in a green shirt, and the young man was looking at him with a stern expression.

After seeing the young man's face clearly, Lang Feng's heart sank to the bottom, because he had recognized that the man in front of him was one of the targets they wanted to kill.

If he saw the target appear before this, Lang Feng would definitely be ecstatic.

But now, he couldn't be happy at all, because he knew that they had changed from the role of hunters to the hunted prey.

"Who are you?" Looking at the young man in front of him, Lang Feng asked in a deep voice.

The young man said softly: "My name is Zhang Yifeng. You should be Lang Feng, the captain of the Death Team, right?"

Hearing Zhang Yifeng call out his name, Lang Feng's expression suddenly changed.

"How do you know my name?"

Zhang Yifeng smiled slightly: "Of course your people told me."

Lang Feng's expression changed, and he instantly understood that it was the bastard Zhao Tong who had informed him!

"Humph, now that you know my name, go to hell!"

Langfeng sneered, raised his sword, and attacked Zhang Yifeng.