Rebirth of the Urban Immortal Emperor

Zhang Yifeng couldn't help laughing when he said the last part. Of course he didn't know who Mr. Mo was or his past.

Everything was just conjectured by Zhang Yifeng.

Just looking at Mo Lao Tieqing's face, Zhang Yifeng raised his eyebrows and said cowardly.

"No way, it's not like I'm really right, it's not like you are really like this."

"Shut up! Damn it, I'm going to peel off your skin and light up a sky lantern!"

With a roar, Mr. Mo was completely angered by Zhang Yifeng. Black energy surged around his body, and a large black sword appeared in his hand.

"Just in time, let you try to see if my sword is good or not!"

With an angry shout, Mr. Mo slashed down with his big sword, intending to chop off Zhang Yifeng's head with one strike.

However, Zhang Yifeng suddenly turned his palm, and a burst of black energy enveloped Zhang Yifeng's Sky-Splitting Mark.

The next moment, black energy covered the sword, and a big sword also appeared in Zhang Yifeng's hand.

"How, how is it possible? Where did you learn the Nether Demonic Skills!"

With a look of horror in his eyes, Mr. Mo's sword was taken by Zhang Yifeng and he roared in disbelief.

This move was not taught to him even by Liu Xing, but it was one of Mo Lao's tricks.

Zhang Yifeng can actually use it. Unless Zhang Yifeng gets the true copy of the Nether Demonic Skill, it will be impossible to use it.

"Learn? I can learn this kind of rubbish move just by looking at it!"

With a sneer, Zhang Yifeng raised his big sword and pushed Old Mo a few steps forward. Then he raised his hand and lit up a black light in the sky, slashing at Old Mo.

"No, if you continue to waste time with him, Liu Xing will regain consciousness."

Feeling Liu Xing's thoughts becoming more and more restless in his body, Mr. Mo's hand holding the sword tightened slightly.

If Liu Xing wakes up, he will be driven back to the black ring, and Zhang Yifeng must be killed before Liu Xing wakes up.

A cold light flashed in his eyes, and Mr. Mo suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, and his aura suddenly climbed to the level of a half-step heavenly realm.

"Boy, I have to admit that you are very strong, but in front of me, the Netherworld Demon Lord, you can only eat ashes!"

With an angry shout, Mr. Mo's body surged with black energy, and he fiercely struck Zhang Yifeng with a sword that soared to the sky.

Facing Mr. Mo's soaring sword, Zhang Yifeng's eyes narrowed, and the demonic energy surged around him to form a shield in front of him.

However, the moment the demonic shield came into contact, it was shattered by Mr. Mo's sword intent, and a surging black sword rushed towards Zhang Yifeng's door.

With two swords lying in front of him, Zhang Yifeng tried to resist Mr. Mo's sword intention but was still injured by the sword.

A mouthful of black blood slowly left his mouth, and Zhang Yifeng was knocked back several meters by Mr. Mo's sword.

"Boy, this is just the beginning!"

Mr. Mo shouted angrily, and the attack of the big sword continued unabated, and two more jet-black sword energies flew out.

However, every time he swung his sword, Mr. Mo's mouth would spurt out a stream of blood uncontrollably. It should be a move that could kill a thousand enemies and damage himself by eight hundred.

"Hahaha, I didn't expect that there would be someone who dared to call himself Demon Lord in the fairy world. He really doesn't take my demon clan seriously."

Just as two jet-black sword energies surged towards him, a deep and powerful voice suddenly came from Zhang Yifeng's body.

In Mr. Mo's shocked eyes, two rays of demonic energy flew out from Zhang Yifeng's chest, easily shattering Mr. Mo's sword energy.

The next moment, a huge amount of demonic energy surged out of Zhang Yifeng's body, directly restoring the internal injuries Zhang Yifeng had just suffered.

"Boy, this guy is too arrogant, kill him!"

The Demon Lord's voice rang in Zhang Yifeng's ears, and then disappeared, as if it was just a flash in the pan.

Feeling the huge demonic energy in his body, Zhang Yifeng's mouth curled up slightly, revealing a bloodthirsty smile.

"It seems that I can get more help than you."

After giving a ferocious smile, Zhang Yifeng's body was filled with demonic aura, and his figure instantly disappeared from the spot, arriving behind Mr. Mo in the blink of an eye.

With a loud bang, Mr. Mo felt a burst of pain and instantly lost consciousness.

Under the severe pain, Liu Xing's consciousness was awakened directly on the spot, and Mr. Mo was squeezed into the black ring again.

"Wha, what."

He groaned in pain, and before Liu Xing could recover, he felt another sharp pain coming from behind him, and his whole body flew upside down from the air to the ground.

Liu Xing fell to the ground, and the huge impact opened up a large circular pit on the ground.

Falling in the pit, Liu Xing looked at Zhang Yifeng in the sky with a horrified look on his face, filled with demonic aura.

"Devils, demons, why are you here? Don't kill me, don't kill me."

Liu Xing, who was in severe pain, didn't know how to fight back and begged Zhang Yifeng loudly for mercy.

However, Zhang Yifeng's eyes only flashed with a cold light, and the next moment Zhang Yifeng raised his swords.

"This boring game needs to end."

After a sound explosion, Zhang Yifeng beheaded Liu Xing in the pit with a sword.

With his head flying high, surging black air flew out uncontrollably from the broken neck of Liu Xing.

Liu Xing's body lay limp in the pothole, and the slightly damaged black ring slipped from his finger and fell to Liu Xing's feet.

"My little friend is indeed very powerful. I killed this evil thief. Previously, I was controlled by him and had to be hostile to my little friend."

"Little friend, please tell me to pick it up and put it on. With my help, you will definitely become a famous figure in the fairy world."

Looking at Zhang Yifeng landing in the circular pit, Mr. Mo in the black ring had not given up on bewitching Zhang Yifeng.

However, Zhang Yifeng seemed to have not heard his words and picked up Heijie with his sword.

"I said that dead people should stay underground and return to where they belong."

After speaking coldly, Zhang Yifeng's sword suddenly burned with blazing black flames.

In just a moment, Heijie was burned into molten iron by Zhang Yifeng's black flames.

In the molten iron, a line of green smoke slowly rose, forming the appearance of Mr. Mo.

"No, no, I haven't been resurrected yet, I haven't taken revenge yet, I will!"

In Old Mo's unwilling roar, Old Mo, who turned into smoke, was completely burned by Zhang Yifeng's black flames.

A burst of black flame burned Liu Xing's body clean, and Zhang Yifeng put away the Sky-Splitting Mark and the Fairy Sword.

Flying up, Zhang Yifeng walked out of the round pit and walked to the girl in white.

Under the horrified gaze of the other party, he held the dying white beast in his hand.

After injecting a spiritual energy to save the little beast's life, Zhang Yifeng looked at Zhishen aside.

Zhishen understood immediately, flew to Mu Yan who was recovering from his breath adjustment after being left aside by Zhang Yifeng, and grabbed him.

"You two can just regard today's matter as a dream and take your leave."

After speaking calmly, Zhang Yifeng casually threw two pills into the hands of the elder of Wanhua Pavilion, and then flew out of Guyue City with Zhishen.

Looking at Zhang Yifeng's flying back, a blush gradually appeared on the cheeks of the girl in white.

"Sir, Great Elder, was it really just a dream?"

"For us, it's really just a dream."

Looking at the two pills left by Zhang Yifeng in his hand, the elder said bitterly.