Rebirth of the Urban Immortal Emperor

After the Demon King groaned, a fierce light suddenly appeared in his eyes.

"But if you treat me like this bunch of incompetent rats like this waste, then I'm afraid you won't be able to get out of this sewer today.

I admire your courage for daring to go deep into such a dangerous place alone.

Even this king may not have the confidence to challenge a strong man whose cultivation is far beyond his. "

The Demon King has seen through Zhang Yifeng's cultivation level. Seeing that Zhang Yifeng's cultivation level is only at the early stage of the Heavenly Immortal Realm, he feels contempt in his heart.

Seeing that the Demon King looked down upon his own realm, Zhang Yifeng just shook his head.

"If you judge people by their realm, then it seems that you, the Demon King, do not live up to your reputation."

Zhang Yifeng clicked his tongue and then sighed. The indifference in his words made the Demon King feel unhappy.

"Boy, don't talk nonsense. Since you are here to see me, let's take action quickly.

This king is standing here. If you can cut off my head, then I will surrender. "

The Demon King looked at Zhang Yifeng with disdain, pointed at his neck, and signaled Zhang Yifeng to do whatever he wanted.

In the eyes of the Demon King, no matter what magical body protection a junior like Zhang Yifeng has, he is definitely no match for him.

Seeing how arrogant this demon king was, Zhang Yifeng smiled.

"No need, your strength is only equivalent to that of a monk in the middle stage of the Mysterious Immortal Realm, but I took the lead and bullied you.

You better come first. "

Zhang Yifeng stretched out his left hand and hooked his fingers at the Demon King, as if he was teasing his own dog.

The Demon King smiled contemptuously at Zhang Yifeng's provocation. He had been in a high position for many years, how could he be so easily angered.

Just as he was thinking about it, the Demon King suddenly heard miserable howls coming from behind him.

Turning around, he saw that the remaining little demons behind him were all burning with inexplicable black flames.

No matter how many water magic spells fell on him, he could not extinguish the black flames. He could only keep wailing in despair and waiting for death.

"you!"

The Demon King turned his head to look at Zhang Yifeng, with anger spouting from his big copper bell eyes.

"Haha, Your Majesty the Demon King, don't you think I was provoking you just now?"

Zhang Yifeng sneered, and when he said the four words "Your Excellency the Demon King," he deliberately used a sinister tone.

The Demon King, who was originally calm, was instantly angered by Zhang Yifeng, and his previous words disappeared like nothing.

"Damn human boy, I am going to tear out your bones and swallow them alive and slowly refine them in my belly!"

The Demon King roared, and the thick demonic aura spread out, shaking the entire drain.

Seeing that the demon king was angered, Zhang Yifeng's lips curved up.

The demon king was enraged and fell into Zhang Yifeng's trap. Zhang Yifeng, a monk in the middle stage of Xuanxian Realm, was indeed capable of fighting.

But fighting is never easy. Now that the Demon King is angered by Zhang Yifeng, his thinking will definitely be affected by anger.

In addition, the monster itself has a low IQ, so Zhang Yifeng can gradually introduce the opponent into his own style of play.

With an angry roar, the demon king's figure suddenly swelled, and in the blink of an eye it expanded to the size of a hill, and its length had reached the top of the drain.

"This is my natal magic. If you, a junior in the heavenly realm, can see this kind of magic, it's enough for you to brag about in the underworld!"

The demon king roared, and the next moment the figure disappeared from the place. When he reappeared, the hill-like figure was already pressing towards Zhang Yifeng.

This demon king is so huge and capable of such speed that he is truly worthy of being a demon beast.

Zhang Yifeng was surprised in his heart, but the expression on his face remained calm. As his body retreated, his consciousness was locked on the demon king.

"Oh? It seems you still know how to be afraid, but it's a pity that it's too late to run away now!"

A ferocious look appeared on the Demon King's face, and he punched Zhang Yifeng hard while roaring.

He preferred the pleasure of physical combat to using those fancy sorceries.

Especially when he smashes the enemy with his fists, his sense of wantonness is incomprehensible to others.

Looking at the demon king with scarlet eyes, Zhang Yifeng replied in a calm voice.

"Sometimes retreating is not to escape, but to be able to wield a more powerful attack."

After a faint cry, Zhang Yifeng's whole body emitted golden light, and the dazzling light dazzled the Demon King's eyes.

When the Demon King regained his sight, Zhang Yifeng had already stepped forward and punched him as well.

"Hahaha, idiot, with your weak human body, even with the power of a body-refining monk, you are no match for this king.

What's more, for a thin boy like you, you fool, just die for me! "

With a wild laugh, the Demon King thought that Zhang Yifeng had a bad mind and dared to fight against him.

Even if this kid has some secret protection, the monsters definitely have the greatest advantage in terms of power.

Under the intersection of Zhang Yifeng's plain eyes and the fierce eyes of the Demon King, the two fists met.

There was a loud explosion, and the feeling of power from Zhang Yifeng's fist shook the Demon King's body. He looked at Zhang Yifeng in disbelief.

"I can't believe that a human race can be so powerful. It really makes me wonder if you are really a human being."

The Demon King and Zhang Yifeng's fists collided in the air, and neither party showed signs of defeat for a moment.

The look of astonishment on the Demon King's face quickly subsided. The reason for surprise was not that Zhang Yifeng's power surpassed him.

But he only used half of his strength, but this human boy was able to fight to a draw with him.

He admitted Zhang Yifeng's power. Even in the Mysterious Immortal Realm, it was difficult for a monk to be as powerful as Zhang Yifeng.

It's a pity that this kid chose the wrong opponent. As the Demon King, if he only has this little strength, how can he convince the crowd.

“Boy, your strength is pretty good, I’m really surprised that there is such an alien like you in the human race.

It's a pity that my strength is much more than this. If you can push me to this point, you can brag with peace of mind! "

The Demon King whispered, and the strength in his hand suddenly increased. The huge power gap caused Zhang Yifeng's fist to start to press down slightly.

However, from beginning to end, there was no look of panic on Zhang Yifeng's face, not even an expression of surprise.

"The strength is no different from what I expected. I'm very satisfied."

Zhang Yifeng's sudden words stunned the Demon King, and the next moment he felt a faint animal cry coming from Zhang Yifeng's body.

Although he didn't understand the meaning of this beast's cry, a sense of fear arose in the depths of his soul.

"What?!"

The demon king was shocked. What is this oppression from the depths of the soul? What secrets does this kid have?

While the Demon King was in shock, Zhang Yifeng heard another explosion in his body, and immediately the muscles all over Zhang Yifeng's body bulged slightly.

The surging power came, and this human boy once again maintained a balance in power with this demon king!