Rebirth of the Urban Immortal Emperor

Luo Tianshu's face turned ugly for a moment. At this time, it was too late for him to save Zhang Yifeng, because Master Wuji's long knife had already struck off Zhang Yifeng's head.

Seeing this scene, Luo Tianshu's eyes instantly turned red and his whole body was trembling.

"I, Luo Tianshu, swear that if anything happens to him, I will definitely liberate Dali Royal City with blood!"

However. Just when Luo Tianshu was about to go crazy, something unexpected happened to him.

Keng!

Venerable Wuji's long sword struck down and collided with the giant sword in Zhang Yifeng's hand, making a crisp collision sound.

Although Zhang Yifeng was shocked and took a few steps back, he actually resisted the attack of Master Wuji. The giant sword in his hand did not break!

When Luo Tianshu and the old man Mai saw this scene, their eyes suddenly showed ecstasy.

Venerable Wuji had an ugly look on his face. He was very confident in his long sword, but he never expected that the ordinary-looking giant sword in Zhang Yifeng's hand could actually block his own magic weapon attack!

Looking at the giant sword in Zhang Yifeng's hand, Venerable Wuji took a deep breath and asked in a deep voice: "Boy, what is the origin of the giant sword in your hand?"

Zhang Yifeng calmed down the surging blood energy, and then smiled and said: "I forged this sword myself. How about it? It didn't disappoint you, did it?"

Forged by myself!

Hearing Zhang Yifeng's words, Venerable Wuji's face instantly became serious. Although he was not sure whether the giant sword in Zhang Yifeng's hand was a magic weapon, even if it was only a ninth-level weapon, it meant that Zhang Yifeng could forge a ninth-level weapon.

A blacksmith who can forge level nine weapons must have a strong background behind him, and he cannot afford to offend him.

Thinking like this, Venerable Wuji had already retreated in his heart.

He hesitated for a moment and said: "Boy, considering that you are a talented person, I can make an exception and spare you. If you leave now, I will not hold you accountable for what happened before."

Zhang Yifeng secretly sneered in his heart. He naturally knew the concerns of Venerable Wuji, but even so, he would not leave because he still had his own thoughts in his heart.

"Venerable Wuji, since it is not easy for you to cultivate your body, let me give you a message. If you leave now, you still have a chance to survive. If you insist on wading into this muddy water, I will kill you." Zhang Yifeng said with a look on his face. Said seriously.

Upon hearing Zhang Yifeng's words, Venerable Wuji's expression instantly turned sinister.

He knew that since Zhang Yifeng said so, there was only one fight between them.

"Hahahaha, kill me? I want to see how you kill me?"

After saying that, Venerable Wuji's face turned cold, and he attacked Zhang Yifeng again. After confirming that Zhang Yifeng could not leave, he showed no intention of showing mercy.

For him, no matter how monstrous Zhang Yifeng's background is, since he sincerely wants to go against him, he can only be prepared to be killed.

Facing Venerable Wuji's attack, Zhang Yifeng did not dare to be careless. He waved the Sky-Splitting Mark in his hand and fought with Venerable Wuji.

The Thirteen Cuts of Sword is indeed a top-notch sword skill. Although he only learned one move, this sword skill gave him a deeper understanding of the way of swordsmanship. It is precisely because of this that he can deal with Master Wuji without hesitation. As for losing.

However, after all, the gap in cultivation was too big. Zhang Yifeng knew very well that his defeat would be a matter of time.

Luo Tianshu originally wanted to go over and help Zhang Yifeng, but Yu Wenxin was like a piece of candy, tightly wrapped around him, making it impossible for him to leave.

"Mr. Chu, please go and help Brother Zhang." At the critical moment, Luo Tianshu shouted to Mr. Mai.

The old man in sackcloth nodded and was about to make a move, but at this moment, the man in gray robe stood in front of him.

"Your opponent is me."

The man in gray robe said lightly, and then launched a crazy attack on the old man in sackcloth.

For a time, the old man in sackcloth was completely at a disadvantage, because the man in gray robe did not give him a chance to set up the formation, and in terms of spiritual power, he was lower than the man in gray robe. Under such circumstances, the old man in sackcloth actually became The one in the most critical situation.

Noticing the condition of the old man in sackcloth, Zhang Yifeng frowned.

On their side, including himself, the three of them were completely at a disadvantage. Although he and Luo Tianshu could still hold on, the old man in Mai might not be able to hold on for too long.

Thinking of this, Zhang Yifeng sighed secretly and gave up his plan to continue fighting with the Supreme Master Wuji.

"Hong Ling, it's your turn to perform."

Zhang Yifeng said this in a loud voice, almost everyone present heard it.

Venerable Wuji sneered and said: "Regardless of red spirit or black spirit, no matter who comes today, you will die!"

However, what was different from his indifferent attitude was that when Zhang Yifeng said Hong Ling's name, the expressions of the twenty-two princes and the man in gray robe all changed. Especially the man in gray robe, his expression instantly changed. He became pale.

If there is anyone present who knows the red spirit that Zhang Yifeng talks about best, it is probably him. He is well aware of the terror of the red spirit.

The twenty-second prince's eyes also became suspicious at this moment. The reason why he dared to act like that in front of Zhang Yifeng before was because Yu Wenxin's appearance gave him more confidence, but the most important thing was that he thought Hong Ling did not come with Zhang Yifeng.

However, Zhang Yifeng's words just now made his heart skip a beat.

"Damn it, is that red spirit here too?"

Thinking of this terrible consequence, Prince Twenty-Two trembled in his heart, and even for a moment, he had the idea of ​​​​escape.

It was just the pride of being a prince that allowed him to suppress this fear.

Venerable Wuji laughed angrily and said, "Huh, you are trying to make a fuss, so die!"

Facing Master Wuji's attack, Zhang Yifeng did not try to catch it head-on, but retreated violently backwards.

Venerable Wuji missed his blow, his expression became even more angry, and he sneered: "Want to escape now? It's too late!"

After saying that, he suddenly accelerated and rushed towards Zhang Yifeng at an even faster speed. Zhang Yifeng's identity as a wind weapon master made him too afraid. Since he had offended the other party, he had to do his best to kill Zhang Yifeng, because this was the only way. Only then can we avoid future troubles.

Just when Master Wuji rushed to Zhang Yifeng and struck Zhang Yifeng head-on with his knife, a red figure blocked Zhang Yifeng's face.

"If you dare to hurt the master, you'll get punched by me!"

Upon hearing this delicate voice, Venerable Wuji's expression changed drastically, and an unprecedented sense of crisis suddenly appeared in his heart.