Rebirth of the Urban Immortal Emperor

"Huh? It turns out he's a boy whose hair hasn't even grown yet."

The boy in blood clothes naturally felt Zhang Yifeng's aura and became a little interested in Zhang Yifeng.

When I came down, I found that Zhang Yifeng was just a young boy, and he was as bored as the young man wearing a bamboo hat.

"I won't bother you, sir, to take action on this kid. Leave it to me."

Zhang Yifeng only exuded a little aura, and he looked like a boy who could not even reach the earthly fairyland.

Such a scumbag, the blood-clothed boy felt that it would be an insult to him to let the monk in the hat take action, so he simply took the initiative to ask for a fight.

"Then leave it to you."

The monk in the bamboo hat shook his head, put it down casually, and prepared to fly back into the air, wiping out the entire Jing family with one move.

The blood-clothed boy received permission, licked the corner of his mouth, and disappeared instantly.

He was the most adept at dealing with this kind of waste. When the blood light appeared in his hand, he had to cover Zhang Yifeng's head and directly refine it into blood beads.

The monk in the bamboo hat had just turned around, and in his heart he had already concluded that Zhang Yifeng was a fool who was ready to die.

But before he could fly into the air, he heard an explosion behind him.

When he was still thinking about how the blood-clothed boy made such a loud movement, he saw a figure rushing out from behind him, and blood mist continued to explode along the way.

When passing by the monk in the hat, the blood mist that burst out even sprayed onto his face.

"You kid don't know what I hate the most..."

The monk in the hat stopped before he finished speaking, because the figure flying out was none other than the young man in blood who had just asked him to fight.

However, at this time, the clothes on the boy in blood clothes really turned into blood clothes. At the same time, in the perception of the monk in the hat, the boy in blood clothes had lost his breath.

The corner of his mouth twitched slightly, and the monk in the bamboo hat wiped the blood mist on his face. He turned around and saw Zhang Yifeng still sitting firmly on the ground.

There was just a struggling blood shadow in his hand. No matter how the blood shadow struggled, Zhang Yifeng's hand locked it tightly like an iron net.

"Is this your strength?"

A long sound came out, and when Zhang Yifeng opened his eyes, black flames burned in his hands.

The blood shadow, which was still struggling, was directly burned clean by the black flames.

"Fairy fire?!"

Seeing the black flames burning in Zhang Yifeng's hand, the monk's pupils shrank, then quickly returned to normal.

"I never expected that such an interesting boy like you would appear in a small border town. But do you think this is our strength? Then you are totally wrong!"

The desire to fight in the heart of the monk in the hat was once again aroused by Zhang Yifeng, with scarlet light shining in his eyes.

"It's useless to talk more. Why don't you let me test your strength?"

Zhang Yifeng said in a calm tone, as if he had not seen the powerful momentum rising from the monk in the hat.

"Huh, I've seen too many arrogant juniors!"

After the monk in the hat said, nine blood swords rose up behind him and rushed towards Zhang Yifeng. The nine blood swords merged into one big sword in the air, carrying unparalleled blood energy.

"That's it?"

Zhang Yifeng looked at the speeding blood sword and spat out two words with a flat look, which made the cultivator in the hat tremble with anger.

"Sharp teeth and sharp mouth!"

With his eyes focused, the monk in the hat was preparing to command the rest of the people in the air to attack Zhang Yifeng.

When he looked up, he found that several people in the air were dealing with two flying swords and had no time to pay attention to them.

"Haha, it seems that the strength of the people you brought is not that good? They are just two flying swords, but they are so difficult to resist. If I take action personally, I am afraid that they will become the dead souls of my men."

"Trash naturally has its uses. At least they can drag your flying swords and divide your spirit!"

The monk in the hat said coldly, and at the same time, the bloody giant sword had arrived in front of Zhang Yifeng.

Facing the bloody giant sword, Zhang Yifeng raised his hand and pointed, and a layer of golden light appeared on Zhang Yifeng's fingertips.

The fingertips and the sword tip collided, but Zhang Yifeng's casual finger gained the upper hand and directly stabilized the bloody giant sword.

"What?!"

The monk in the hat shrank, and this boy actually blocked his bloody sword Guiyi with just one finger.

The more blood Qi is released in this move, the more powerful it will be. The blood Qi he just exerted in anger is enough to easily kill any monk in the same realm instantly.

"Are you surprised? Then take your surprise with you to hell. If you want to affect me with such a slight blood energy, you are thinking too much!"

Zhang Yifeng smiled disdainfully. This level of blood energy was not even one-tenth of the blood energy Zhishen could use to strike a knife at will. You still want to influence him?

After saying a cold word, a yin-yang diagram appeared in front of Zhang Yifeng, and he directly sucked the bloody giant sword into it.

After being consumed by Zhang Yifeng's fingertips, the power of the bloody giant sword has been reduced sharply, and the backlash Zhang Yifeng received from using Heaven's Way Wuxiang has also been greatly reduced.

"You dare to show off with this little blood. It seems that the Shell Organization is getting worse and worse."

To put it lightly, the bloody giant sword in the Yin and Yang diagram in front of Zhang Yifeng appeared again.

However, with the blessing of the blood energy output from the heart of the corpse beast in Zhang Yifeng's body, this blood-colored giant sword was even more powerful than when it came.

The ferocious power came overwhelmingly, and the monk in the bamboo hat knew the horror of his move and quickly dodged it.

It’s just that Zhang Yifeng’s goal was not the monk in the hat. As the monk in the hat dodged, Zhang Yifeng controlled the bloody giant sword and flew straight into the air.

"not good!"

Only then did the monk in the bamboo hat understand Zhang Yifeng's plan, and turned his head to look into the sky.

The few shell killers who were fighting with Zhang Yifeng's flying sword were seen flying into the air with the bloody giant sword. They didn't have any time to react before the bloody giant sword cut off their bodies.

The blood energy eroded the whole body. The blood shadows in these shell tissue killers did not even have a chance to escape. They turned into a rain of blood and fell together with the physical body on the spot.

Seeing the tragic death of his men, the eyes of the monk in the hat did not change at all.

But when he looked at Zhang Yifeng, the flame called anger burned extremely strong in his eyes.

"Boy, I want you to know what the price of blood is!"

With a roar, the monk in the bamboo hat threw away the bamboo hat on his head. What he saw hidden under the bamboo hat was a squirming black mass of flesh.

Looking at the squirming mass of flesh, an evil aura seemed to be unsealed, flowing out continuously.

Zhang Yifeng also frowned slightly. The things played by this shell organization are becoming more and more anti-human.

"Why, do you want me to continue insulting you by letting me see your ugly appearance?"

Zhang Yifeng said in a calm tone, stood up and moved his body, while the two swords flying in the air hovered above his head.

"Boy, I'll show you what it costs to completely piss me off!"

The monk in the hat said angrily, and his hands suddenly inserted into his exposed black flesh.