Rebirth of the Urban Immortal Emperor

The moment Jin Buhuan reached out to grab it, he felt something slipping through his fingers.

Before Jin Buhuan came to his senses, a sharp pain suddenly hit him, and a scar deep enough to the bone appeared on his chest.

The moment a wound appeared on his chest, Jin Buhuan opened his whole body's spiritual energy defense, and at the same time raised his hand high to signal Tian Qingzi's surrender.

Wang Sijiu had just been shaken away and was about to continue his action when he saw Jin Buhuan surrender directly.

"That's it?"

Wang Sijiu stopped, took back the silver light in his sleeves, frowned and said to Jin Buhuan.

Just now, he had used ten percent of his strength to guard against Jin Buhuan, but he didn't get to Jin Buhuan first and was easily wounded by him before he chose to surrender.

"Haha, you are awesome!"

Jin Buhuan was too embarrassed to stay on the field at this time. After saying a harsh word, he quickly lowered his head and flew out of the battle circle.

In this way, only Zhang Yifeng was left in Mingyue Sect's team to persist.

As for the Yuyi Sect, in addition to the disciple who had just been defeated by Zhang Yifeng, there were four more people waiting for Zhang Yifeng.

Even though Zhang Yifeng had just defeated a Yuyi Sect disciple, the other six major sect teams still felt that the Yuyi Sect had a greater chance of winning.

After all, a wheel battle consumes the opponent's physical strength. How could Zhang Yifeng alone consume more than four people?

What's more, the four members of the Yuyi Sect didn't seem to have expended much energy, and Zhang Yifeng alone was obviously no match.

"Junior brother of Mingyue Sect, please listen to my advice. There are only four people left in our Yuyi Sect, and you can't control them at all."

"It's better to surrender early. Let us get a higher ranking. We can grasp it."

Wang Sijiu persuaded Zhang Yifeng earnestly, actually because he did not have the confidence to deal with Zhang Yifeng.

This Mingyue Sect disciple whose name is unknown has obviously seen through their secret technique.

They even know that performing a secret technique consumes a lot of physical energy. They are obviously not easy people.

It seems that his cultivation level is quite low, but there is no guarantee that he is not the reincarnation of some big shot in the Mingyue Sect.

"There is no need to persuade me, just hurry up and take action. I think other sects are impatient to wait."

When Wang Sijiu heard this, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly, and he looked at the sects around him who were watching with great interest. Is this called impatient?

I think you are impatient.

Wang Sijiu choked on Zhang Yifeng's words and took a deep breath. He raised his hand and punched Zhang Yifeng hard, then turned around and whispered a few instructions to a Yuyi Sect disciple behind him.

Immediately afterwards, this Yuyi Sect disciple walked into the battle circle and bowed to Zhang Yifeng.

After saluting, the Yuyi Sect disciple did not make a move, and flew directly into the sky and began to circle in the air, hoping to consume Zhang Yifeng's physical strength.

However, Zhang Yifeng just stood there with his hands behind his back and looked at him. As time passed, Zhang Yifeng's physical strength was not exhausted at all.

On the contrary, this disciple of the Yuyi Sect exhausted all his physical strength. Zhang Yifeng seized the opportunity and kicked out a small stone and hit him on the shoulder, then directly knocked him several meters away.

Seeing this, Wang Sijiu knew that this man had no hope, and directly motioned for him to surrender to Tian Qingzi.

After Tian Qingzi accepted the surrender of the Yuyi Sect disciples, he looked at Zhang Yifeng with strange eyes.

This boy is quite malleable, and he may have just seen the secret technique used by the Yuyi Sect disciples.

Even he himself only understood the mystery of it after watching it twice.

After giving Zhang Yifeng a look of approval, Tian Qingzi signaled the Yuyi Sect to continue sending the next disciple to the stage.

Wang Sijiu licked his lips, and after giving a few instructions to the next disciple, he sent him on stage again.

This time, the Yuyi Sect disciple no longer flew around the sky, but simply wanted to see Zhang Yifeng face to face.

Of course, Zhang Yifeng couldn't do what he wanted. In a flash, he came in front of the Yuyi Sect disciple, pinched his neck with one hand and made him surrender voluntarily.

Seeing that his strategies failed one after another, Wang Sijiu sighed and took the initiative to fight, standing face to face with Zhang Yifeng.

"Your Excellency is indeed very skilled. It seems that you, this junior brother, must be a physical practitioner. No wonder you can see through the secret method of my Yuyi Sect so easily."

"But even if the secret method is seen through by you, I will not surrender. This summit sword meeting is not only about us, but also the reputation of the Yuyi Sect."

Wang Sijiu said with sharp eyes, the golden wings behind him spread out and soared into the sky.

Zhang Yifeng didn't say anything when he saw this, and his figure flew into the air.

Only this time Zhang Yifeng did not put his hands behind his back, but put on a posture.

Wang Sijiu's strength is different from those of the Yuyi Sect disciples. Just now Wang Sijiu used 100% of his strength to fight against Jin Buhuan.

Zhang Yifeng was even slightly unable to keep up with Wang Sijiu's speed. If he maintained the same state as before, Zhang Yifeng was worried that he would suffer a big loss due to underestimating the enemy.

Wang Sijiu was stunned when he saw Zhang Yifeng finally showing off his driving skills.

It seems that this guy is not so arrogant. After seeing his own strength, he finally became serious.

With a deep groan, Wang Sijiu's eyes burned with fierce fighting intent.

The fact that the Yuyi Sect is not good at fighting has been spread among the other seven sects in the Eastern Fairyland. Today, Wang Sijiu will break their stereotype of the Yuyi Sect.

A look of determination flashed in his eyes, Wang Sijiu's figure moved, and for an instant an afterimage stayed in place.

And Wang Sijiu himself had already arrived behind Zhang Yifeng.

This time, Wang Sijiu came to test Zhang Yifeng. A ray of silver light flew out of his sleeves and streaked towards Zhang Yifeng's junior.

The silver light hit Zhang Yifeng instantly, splitting Zhang Yifeng's entire body in two.

Wang Sijiu was stunned when he saw this. His strength should not be that great.

After Zhang Yifeng's figure was cut open, it quickly dispersed between the sky and the earth. It was obvious that what he had just hit was just an afterimage.

Wang Sijiu, who reacted instantly, moved immediately and narrowly avoided the attacks coming from behind.

But suddenly a blue light flashed across Wang Sijiu's eyes, and the next second Wang Sijiu felt a tearing feeling in his chest.

Looking down, Wang Sijiu found that the clothes on his chest had been cut open, and a slender blood mark appeared on his chest.

"This, this is!"

Wang Sijiu looked up in shock and saw the blue silk thread flying out of Zhang Yifeng's sleeves.

From the feeling coming from the silk thread, Wang Sijiu knew that it was just a thread formed by Zhang Yifeng's spiritual energy.

But the silver thread hidden in the sleeves of their Yuyi Sect disciples is a magic weapon refined by the ancestor himself. Why does the spiritual energy thread that Zhang Yifeng condensed have the same miraculous effect.

"Although it can't be used in any elegant hall, it is still very useful. It is indeed very suitable for you Yuyi Sect monks to use as a killing move."