Rebirth of the Urban Immortal Emperor

"Hahaha, the peerless scholar? Ridiculous!"

"This time, the Wanshu Pavilion you are so proud of can't save you!"

Evil hid in the black shadow giant, looking at the paper knives that fell to the ground.

He controlled the giant who was being healed by resentment and stepped on it.

All of a sudden, the paper was broken, leaving only the laughter of evil in Lu Shuang's ears.

"It would be your biggest mistake to underestimate me and Wanshu Pavilion!"

Lu Shuang growled, and was about to flip Wanshu Pavilion, and use the last few moves to fight against evil.

"Lu Shuang, use all your magic power to summon paper knives to attack!"

At this moment, a loud shout came suddenly.

Lu Shuang was slightly stunned, and the palm of his hand that flipped Wanshu Pavilion paused, and he saw Zhang Yifeng rushing at a high speed in the distance.

"Oh? Two little bugs, are you still going to fight to the end?"

Evil sneered, even though he heard Zhang Yifeng's undisguised roar, he didn't care at all.

"Come on, let me see what else you two little bugs can do to surprise me!"

With a wild laugh, malice manipulated the black shadow giant to open his hands, ready to let Zhang Yifeng and the others see the difference with their own eyes.

No matter what kind of attack, as long as it can't hurt malice, it will not have any effect.

Under the wrapping of the black shadow giant, malice is invincible!

"God of Killing, are you sure you want me to do this?"

"If I make a mistake, you and I will be buried here!"

Lu Shuang didn't rush to act according to Zhang Yifeng's instructions, but turned his head and looked at him.

"Just do it, even if it doesn't work, you and I will die here together today without regrets!"

Zhang Yifeng shouted solemnly, urging Lu Shuang to act as soon as possible.

Hearing this, Lu Shuang showed a hesitant look on his face, recalling the many warnings Zhang Yifeng had given him along the way.

Thinking about the first meeting with Zhang Yifeng in the place where the ancient immortal emperor was inherited.

Lu Shuang's eyes suddenly flashed with determination when he saw that he had not listened to his warnings and had caused all kinds of troubles.

"Okay, I didn't choose to trust you before."

"But this time, I believe you!"

Lu Shuang shouted and injected all the magic power in his body into the Wanshu Pavilion.

Instantly, the Wanshu Pavilion was shining with golden light, and pages of books turned, turning into golden secret texts flying out of the books.

These secret texts surrounded Lu Shuang and gradually turned into golden blades emitting bright light.

These blades continued to split into more around Lu Shuang, and in the blink of an eye, the split blades occupied half of the dark space.

Thousands of golden blades were pointing at the black shadow giant at the moment.

"Oh?"

The malice in the giant's body, looking at so many blades, just raised his eyebrows.

"Heh, God of Killing, it seems I still overestimated you."

"Do you think you can find me in the body of the giant by relying on numbers?"

With a malicious disdainful sneer, he controlled the black shadow giant to turn his head and look at Zhang Yifeng who was close at hand.

His tone was full of disdain and complacency, and he was proud of himself for seeing through Zhang Yifeng's plan.

"Heh."

Zhang Yifeng just sneered in response, and he had to do more than that.

"Go ahead, Lu Shuang!"

Zhang Yifeng turned his head and shouted at Lu Shuang.

"Okay!"

Lu Shuang responded with a low shout, and at the same time, countless golden blades around him flew out in unison and pierced into the body of the black shadow giant indiscriminately.

And Zhang Yifeng was standing beside the black shadow giant at this time, his eyes constantly sweeping over it.

Finally, he fixed his eyes and found what he wanted to see on the black shadow giant.

"Lu Shuang, lend me your sword!"

Without time to say anything else, Zhang Yifeng turned around and shouted at Lu Shuang.

At this time, Lu Shuang had no mana in his body, and his figure was shaky several times.

But after hearing Zhang Yifeng's shout, Lu Shuang still opened his eyes wide and stopped himself from falling.

"Catch the sword!"

Accompanied by a roar, Lu Shuang threw the silver-white sword in his hand with all his strength.

Then he lost the last of his strength and fell to the ground, gasping for breath.

"It's up to you, Zhang Yifeng!"

After thinking secretly in his heart, Lu Shuang stared at Zhang Yifeng.

On the other side, Zhang Yifeng raised his hand to take the silver-white sword.

This sword is quite spiritual. As soon as it entered Zhang Yifeng's hand, it made a sword sound and wanted to escape from his palm.

"I know you have spirituality, but what we are facing now is a demon that will endanger the entire Qinghuang Realm and even the heavens and the worlds."

"Even if you are dissatisfied with me, wait until this demon is eliminated before you attack!"

"You don't want your master to die in the hands of this demon!"

Zhang Yifeng stared at the silver-white sword and shouted in a deep voice.

Hearing what Zhang Yifeng said, the silver-white sword stopped trembling slightly, and the sword turned its head to look at the weak Lu Shuang who was sitting on the ground on the other side.

Then when it turned the sword again, a strong sword intent suddenly burst out from its body.

For a moment, Zhang Yifeng's sword intent was also attracted and attached to the silver-white sword.

Feeling the determination of the silver-white sword, a cold color flashed in Zhang Yifeng's pupils.

"What does the Immortal Emperor's malice mean? Watch me kill you!"

With a low roar, Zhang Yifeng soared into the sky like a cannonball out of a barrel.

The silver sword light flashed, Zhang Yifeng pointed the sword at the back of the black shadow giant and stabbed it.

"Hmm?"

The evil spirit in the black shadow giant suddenly felt a fierce wind coming from behind.

Before he could make any move, a silver glow occupied his entire field of vision.

Puff, a sound of a sword piercing flesh was heard.

When the silver light in front of him dissipated, what appeared in front of Yixie was Zhang Yifeng holding the silver-white divine sword.

"Your game is over!"

Zhang Yifeng said coldly, and pushed the silver-white divine sword deeper again.

"Cough!"

Yixie looked at Zhang Yifeng in disbelief, and a large mouthful of blood gushed out of his mouth.

At the same time, the black shadow giant originally condensed by resentment was also melting at a very fast speed.

Not long after, two figures fell from mid-air to the ground, and Yixie held the silver-white divine sword inserted in his heart with trembling hands.

"You, how can you find my location?"

The corners of his mouth kept trembling, and Yixie's black and red eyes stared at Zhang Yifeng.

"Heh, your arrogance undoubtedly exposes your weakness."

"Lu Shuang has a lot of paper knives. You must control the resentment yourself and force those paper knives out."

"But when you use the resentment, the black shadow giant is also forced to stop."

"Of course, none of this matters. The only important thing is that while you are controlling the resentment, you also expose your position."

Zhang Yifeng sneered, and the picture he captured before reappeared in front of him.

While maliciously removing the paper knives, an area on the back of the black shadow giant shook twice.

If it were normal, it would be difficult for anyone to notice it, but Zhang Yifeng's mind was running at a high speed, and he immediately caught this flaw.