Rebirth of the Urban Immortal Emperor

"Since you want to actively seek death, I won't stop you. Come on!"

Zhang Yifeng put his hands behind his back and looked at the sword-carrying monk indifferently.

This operation of his can be said to put the sword-carrying monk in a low regard.

"court death!"

Sure enough, Zhang Yifeng's movements easily caused the sword-carrying monk to move, and he rushed towards him with an angry roar.

The long sword in his hand kept flying out sword energy, but Zhang Yifeng seemed not to see it and allowed the sword energy to rush towards him and hit him.

"Idiot, my sword energy contains violent fire energy. It will explode at the moment of contact!"

There was a cold look in the eyes of the monk holding the sword. He thought he had met an opponent, but he didn't expect that he was a fool.

A large piece of sword energy shot directly at Zhang Yifeng and exploded with a loud bang. The sword-carrying monk had already sheathed his sword and turned around to help his brother clean up the remaining demon cult monks.

"Are all young people today so anxious?"

Suddenly, a dull voice came from behind him, and the sword-carrying monk's pupils trembled and he turned his head to look.

After the smoke and dust dissipated, Zhang Yifeng stood there safe and sound. The explosion just now did not even damage his clothes.

"Didn't I tell you not to fool me with these unflattering tricks?"

Zhang Yifeng said coldly, then blasted out countless sword energy in front of him, heading straight towards the sword-carrying monk.

"What!"

The sword-carrying monk looked at the sword energy flying in front of Zhang Yifeng in disbelief. He could only scream in surprise and quickly raised his sword to try to resist the sword energy.

He originally thought that Zhang Yifeng was just a melee physical cultivator, but he didn't expect that the other party was also a sword cultivator.

Zhang Yifeng's sword energy seemed to be endless. Even if the sword-carrying monk resisted one wave, a second wave would fly back at extremely fast speeds, leaving him no chance to breathe.

"Damn it, how can it be so difficult!"

The monk carrying the sword struggled to resist the sword energy from Zhang Yifeng. As a sword cultivator, he naturally understood that this distance was the fastest attack position for the sword energy. However, he did not expect that Zhang Yifeng was also a sword cultivator and could emit so much sword energy. Now He could only resist unilaterally.

Zhang Yifeng's sword energy was faster and more violent than his. When the monk carrying the sword was resisting, the sword energy occasionally crossed the defense line and scratched him.

Knowing that he could not continue in this stalemate, the sword-carrying monk looked gloomily and shouted to his younger brother who drew his crossbow in the distance and prepared to destroy the demon cult monks.

"younger brother!"

Hearing his brother's call, the crossbow monk turned his head instantly and saw the difficult situation of the sword-carrying monk.

There was a solemn look in his eyes, and he turned around to look at Zhang Yifeng, who still had a calm expression. The crossbow monk knew that if he didn't help his brother to rescue him, he was afraid that they would be separated from each other.

Taking a deep breath, the crossbow monk raised the crossbow in his hand and quickly shot several spiritual arrows at Zhang Yifeng.

Sensing that someone was attacking him, Zhang Yifeng raised one hand and blocked the continuous arrows.

Feeling the slight pain coming from his hand, Zhang Yifeng raised his eyebrows.

"That's interesting. Your younger brother is much better than your older brother!"

As Zhang Yifeng spoke, the scratches on his hand caused by the arrow had recovered.

"What kind of monster is this?!"

The crossbow monk who sneaked up on Zhang Yifeng with a hidden arrow in the distance exclaimed, looking at Zhang Yifeng with eyes filled with astonishment.

His attack was actually ineffective against this guy. Where did this monster come from?

With a moment of panic in his heart, the crossbow cultivator quickly ducked to another secret location.

"Quite alert."

Looking at the crossbow monk who disappeared, Zhang Yifeng commented lightly.

Although the crossbow monk's dodge seemed to him to not exist, after all, the opponent's aura had been locked by him.

If the crossbow cultivator hadn't appeared just now, Zhang Yifeng would have had a hard time locking his aura.

"How dare you underestimate me!"

The sword-carrying monk had a bulging vein on his forehead. The thing he hated most since he was a child was that someone said his younger brother was better than him.

In order to catch up with his brother, he had no idea how much hardship he had to put in, and this damn bastard actually dared to say that he was not as good as his brother!

With an angry roar, the sword-carrying monk swept away the wave of sword energy in front of him, and a fire dragon condensed on the sword in his hand during the roar.

"Die to me!"

With a roar, the roaring fire dragon was shot out from the hands of the sword-carrying monk, and the rushing fire dragon exuded a scorching breath.

Swimming along the way, all the sword energy fired by Zhang Yifeng was swept away by the fire dragon, and he collided head-on with Zhang Yifeng, who had no intention of defending.

The roaring fire dragon stretched out its claws and clawed hard at Zhang Yifeng, and the scorching breath of fire rushed towards his face.

Zhang Yifeng put down the other palm behind his back and said lightly.

"This is quite interesting. It seems that you are not so embarrassed!"

Zhang Yifeng said with great interest, and immediately lowered his raised palm and pressed it hard on the top of Yan Long's head.

There was a loud explosion, and Zhang Yifeng, who was still roaring, pressed his head to the ground with one hand and exploded.

However, when the aftermath of the explosion dissipated, a figure had already arrived in front of Zhang Yifeng, and the sword in his hand slashed straight at Zhang Yifeng's neck.

"Die to me...bastard!"

With an angry scolding, the sword-carrying monk rushed forward through the path cleared by the flame dragon.

"I'm really bored with this battle. I thought that the two bitches of Yanlong Sect could surprise me, but you can only do this?"

Zhang Yifeng's eyes flashed with boredom, and the battle between these two people could not interest him at all.

It was not even the slightest bit different from the black bear demon king he encountered in Jufeng City, and it couldn't arouse his interest at all.

"you!"

Under the angry gaze of the sword-carrying monk, Zhang Yifeng caught the sword blade with one hand, and a wisp of blood fell on the sword.

"This boring battle should end soon!"

With a cold shout, Zhang Yifeng's hand surged with force and directly broke the sword-carrying monk's weapon.

Before the monk carrying the sword could react, Zhang Yifeng punched him directly in the face.

The violent power was displayed in Zhang Yifeng's hands. The monk holding the sword felt a strong wind blowing in front of him, and his vision went dark and he flew out like a puppet with its strings cut off.

"Brother!"

The crossbow monk hiding in the dark originally saw that his brother was getting close to Zhang Yifeng and had a chance to kill him.

Unexpectedly, his brother was the one who was killed, and his body twisted and flew towards his location.

"I have no interest in competing with a weak opponent. Let the strong one do it next time!"

Zhang Yifeng looked coldly at where the crossbow monk was hiding. After he said a word, he ran away with the sword-carrying monk who was seriously injured by Zhang Yifeng's punch.

As for the Yanlong Sect monks and the Demon Sect traitors they brought, they had no intention of taking care of them.

If they stay any longer, they will be the ones who die.