Rebirth of the Urban Immortal Emperor

"There is nothing we can do. Our elder Liu Changkong is a lunatic. He always thinks that someone is trying to harm him."

With a sneer, Zhang Yifeng looked at this cultivator in the True Immortal Realm and frowned slightly.

Zhang Yifeng could feel that it was not just the person in front of them who came to attack them, but also other auras that were quickly approaching their direction in the dense forest.

From the perspective of breath perception, there appeared to be at least a dozen monks. Zhang Yifeng was too far away to clearly perceive the realm of these people.

"Tsk, what's the use of talking so much? Let's do it quickly."

There was a faint flash of blood in Zhishen's eyes, and he whispered to Zhang Yifeng.

"Then let's allocate it. Leave this guy to me. It will just let me see the difference between me and the immortal monks in the True Immortal Realm."

As Zhang Yifeng spoke, a long-handled object wrapped in white cloth appeared in his hand.

"This thing just happened to be returned to you. It's not very suitable for me to use."

What Zhang Yifeng took out was the Jie Dao given to him by Zhishen on Lingyue Continent.

Zhang Yifeng does not have the aura and nature of Buddha, so he cannot suppress the erosion of the sword at all, so he should let Zhishen use it.

I'm afraid only Zhishen can control this thing perfectly.

Zhishen was also unambiguous and took the sword from Zhang Yifeng. His eyes were full of nostalgia when he looked at the sword.

"Of course you are not suitable. This thing is tailor-made for me."

"If it weren't for the fact that you don't have any good weapons with you, you think I would give it to you."

Zhishen glanced at Zhang Yifeng and said lightly.

"Tch, I'm not curious about it yet."

Seeing Zhang Yifeng and Zhishen flirting here, the True Immortal Realm monk couldn't stand it anymore and looked at Zhang Yifeng coldly.

"Boy, although your record in the sect competition is very impressive, the gap between the Earthly Immortal Realm and the True Immortal Realm is like a chasm!"

"Although I have just entered the True Immortal Realm, I am not something a junior like you can deal with!"

"Okay, some people can't wait any longer. You go deal with the enemy on the other side. Leave this guy to me."

Zhang Yifeng raised his eyebrows when he heard this and said calmly to Zhishen and the others.

Looking at the True Immortal Realm monk in front of him, Zhang Yifeng stretched out his hand, and the Sky-Splitting Mark appeared in his hand.

The current Sky-Splitting Scar has been greatly enhanced in terms of sharpness and toughness after amplifying many demonic weapons.

Just let Zhang Yifeng give it a try and see how far the current Sky-Splitting Mark is compared to the Immortal Weapon.

"Suffer death, boy!"

The True Immortal Realm monk roared angrily, his figure flashed in front of Zhang Yifeng, and the long sword in his hand slashed towards Zhang Yifeng's throat like a poisonous snake spitting a message.

"The moves are quite fierce, but you are not worthy of them."

Zhang Yifeng said lightly, and the Sky-Splitting Mark in his hand started with the same movement as the opposite monk, and swept towards the throat of the True Immortal Realm monk like a poisonous snake.

The sword blades of Zhang Yifeng and the True Immortal Realm monk passed across the opponent's throat at the same time, but Zhang Yifeng leaned back slightly just before the opponent's sword was about to sweep, and avoided the opponent's sword sweep.

Not feeling the obstruction from the sword that cut through the flesh, the True Immortal Realm monk's expression was shocked. It was his turn to experience Zhang Yifeng's sword.

This True Immortal Realm monk wanted to copy Zhang Yifeng's method and dodge the sword swept by Zhang Yifeng.

However, the moment he leaned back, he opened his chest wide, giving Zhang Yifeng an opportunity.

"young."

A faint sound came out of Zhang Yifeng's mouth, and Zhang Yifeng's sword, which was originally aimed at the throat of the True Immortal Realm monk, suddenly changed in front of his throat.

The original sweep turned into a chop, which directly cut through the clothes of the True Immortal monk, leaving a slender and hideous wound on his chest.

This was the result of him reacting in time, feeling a chill coming from his chest, and hurriedly dodged to avoid it.

Otherwise, he would have been struck down by Zhang Yifeng's sword, splitting his belly open.

"Boy, boy, I admit that you are indeed a bit powerful, but for me, your strength is not enough."

The True Immortal Realm monk took a few steps back and touched the slender wound left by Zhang Yifeng on his chest, with a look of astonishment flashing in his eyes.

But he quickly realized that this kid was indeed very powerful in close combat.

But as a true immortal monk, why should he step forward to compete with Zhang Yifeng in swordsmanship.

With a cold light flashing in his eyes, the True Immortal Realm monk put away his long sword, quickly condensed a golden light with his hands in front of him, and rushed towards Zhang Yifeng.

Facing the golden light from the monks in the True Immortal Realm, Zhang Yifeng formed Tai Chi with his hands in front of him.

The golden light was absorbed by the Tai Chi diagram, and soon flew out from the Tai Chi diagram again, rushing towards the opponent with three times the power.

"A useless move."

Zhang Yifeng shook his head lightly. The golden light this man used was far inferior to Mu Yan's immortal magic.

Zhang Yifeng could bear this move without any burden on his body, just like an appetizer.

"Wha, what?!"

Before the True Immortal Realm monk could recover, he was hit by the golden light rushing towards him and flew backwards more than ten meters away.

The original wound on Zhang Yifeng's chest was also filled with blood, which the True Immortal Realm cultivator did not expect.

The magical power that he was so proud of was so unbearable in front of Zhang Yifeng.

Had he known this, he would have never accepted the conditions Liu Changkong offered.

After coughing lightly and spitting out a mouthful of blood, the True Immortal Realm cultivator stood up tremblingly, trying to cover the wound on his chest to stop the blood from gushing out.

It's just that he couldn't stop the large-scale collapse of the wound, and a large amount of blood continued to gush from the wound.

"Do something good in your next life, and stop doing things that a waste like you is not worthy of doing."

After saying this coldly, in the horrified eyes of the True Immortal Realm monks, a spiritual light condensed in Zhang Yifeng's hand.

The next moment, a beam of light erupted from Zhang Yifeng's hand, shrouding the True Immortal Realm monk in it.

The dazzling beam of light enveloped the whole body of True Fairyland Xiu Hui. After a heartbreaking scream, the True Fairyland was directly obliterated by the beam of light shot by Zhang Yifeng.

"What a waste."

With a cold voice, Zhang Yifeng turned his head and looked at the battlefield in the dense forest behind him.

I saw Ouyang Zi and Mu Yan withdrawing from the battlefield early, looking at the wanton blood in the dense forest with horrified eyes.

Zhang Yifeng shook his head helplessly when he saw this, walked to the two of them, and patted their shoulders.

Zhang Yifeng's shot shocked them. When they noticed that it was Zhang Yifeng, the two of them breathed a sigh of relief.

"Ahem, Junior Brother Zhang, what is the origin of Elder Zhishen? This method is too fierce."

"Could it be from the devil?"

Ouyang Zi saw that Zhang Yifeng and Zhishen seemed to have some friendship, and asked Zhang Yifeng in a low voice.

Zhang Yifeng looked at Zhishen who was killing wantonly in the dense forest, shook his head, and said calmly: "I think you may have misunderstood. Elder Zhishen used to be a Buddhist."