Rebirth of the Urban Immortal Emperor

The black flames had burned away most of Jiang Jing's soul, but Jiang Jing could still use his last breath to threaten Zhang Yifeng.

However, Zhang Yifeng just looked at him quietly. I'm afraid he didn't even notice that after entering Zhang Yifeng's body, he completely lost contact with the core.

After watching Jiang Jing's wailing before his death, Zhang Yifeng raised his eyes and looked at the red-haired young man in the center of the glacier.

At this moment, the red-haired young man looked at Zhang Yifeng angrily and shouted.

"Where does this bastard come from, dares to ruin my good deeds?!"

Although he wanted to shout loudly, the red-haired young man still needed to maintain the formation to break the seal and could not take action against Zhang Yifeng.

If he gave up at this moment, all his previous efforts would be wasted, and the formation he had worked so hard to arrange would collapse.

"Haha, are you the chief disciple of the Blood Evil Sect? Your cultivation has improved very quickly. It seems that the old guy has helped you, right?"

Zhang Yifeng sneered, looking at the red-haired young man indifferently, but when he spoke, the red-haired young man's body was shaken.

"You, who are you?!"

The red-haired young man's eyes twitched slightly, and he asked Zhang Yifeng in disbelief.

"You don't have to worry about who I am. If you collude with that guy, you have to be prepared to die."

Zhang Yifeng said coldly, a chill that penetrated his body burst out from his eyes, and the next moment he rushed directly towards the red-haired young man.

On the side, Xuanyuan Changqing sensed something was wrong and flew away with the Yanlong Sect and his group, without any intention of getting involved in the fight between Zhang Yifeng and the red-haired young man.

Looking at the rapidly approaching Zhang Yifeng, the red-haired young man's eyes flashed with horror.

Zhang Yifeng had just killed Jiang Jing with one blow. Judging from his methods, it was not difficult to see that he was a physical practitioner who specialized in close combat.

Now that he was restrained by the formation, he would definitely die if Zhang Yifeng got close to him.

With his mind spinning, the red-haired young man gritted his teeth and made a decision, removing all arrangements.

The black stones suspended in five directions in the air lost their traction and fell to the ground. The red-haired young man summoned up his spiritual energy and quickly retreated to avoid Zhang Yifeng's attack.

As the formation was cancelled, all the strange phenomena in the center of the glacier disappeared, and the original calm was restored.

The dark red light converged back into the five black corpses, and the red-haired young man looked at Zhang Yifeng angrily.

He spent a lot of money to condense these five black stones. Now that Zhang Yifeng has interfered with it, all his previous efforts have been wasted.

Not only was the formation broken, the five black stones also lost all their effectiveness and were now just five ordinary stones.

"Asshole, I want you to die!"

With scarlet murderous intent in his eyes, the red-haired young man roared angrily and came straight towards Zhang Yifeng, a flash of red light suddenly appearing in his hand.

The bloody sword light went straight towards Zhang Yifeng's head and chopped off. His bloody sword was not afraid of the tyrannical bodies of these body-refining monks.

This blood sword can cut through anything and destroy anything. It is the top magic weapon of the Blood Evil Sect, and it was only because he was the eldest disciple that he received such an important treasure from the sect master.

In order to collect this treasure in the secret territory of the Ice Abyss, and also to prevent the red-haired young man from encountering an accident, the Blood Fiend Sect Master gave him such a treasure.

The alluring red light occupied Zhang Yifeng's entire field of vision. Under the furious face of the red-haired young man, the bloody knife slashed directly at Zhang Yifeng's neck.

However, the scene that the red-haired young man expected did not appear. Zhang Yifeng's head was not cut off, and the bloody knife stopped in front of Zhang Yifeng's neck and could not penetrate any further.

Looking down at the bloody knife in front of his neck, Zhang Yifeng raised the corners of his mouth and glanced at the red-haired young man with lazy eyes.

"Is this your strength? That's it?"

A bored look flashed in his eyes. Zhang Yifeng originally thought that this guy had made a breakthrough in cultivation and his strength would definitely reach a higher level.

But now with this result, Zhang Yifeng could only say that he was extremely disappointed. Such an attack was not even qualified to break his skin.

"This boring battle should have ended long ago."

Zhang Yifeng said coldly, and the next moment he opened his hand and held the blood knife hovering in front of his neck.

"Looking for death! The blood knife is the secret treasure of my Blood Evil Sect. How can a nobody like you control it!"

The red-haired young man saw that the blood knife could not cause any harm to Zhang Yifeng, and a look of panic flashed in his eyes.

The next second he saw Zhang Yifeng raising his hand and holding the blood knife, the shock in the red-haired young man's eyes disappeared, and he turned to shout sarcastically.

The blood knife is a secret treasure of the Blood Evil Sect. It has been nourished by the essence and blood of countless good and evil monks. The evil nature within it cannot be controlled by ordinary people.

This unknown young man dared to reach out and hold the bloody knife. He really didn't know whether to live or die.

Even the red-haired young man himself only relied on the sect's secret method to control the blood knife and never dared to reach out and touch this evil weapon.

This guy is so careless about life and death that he dares to reach out and touch the bloody knife, fearing that the evil spirit will soon attack his heart.

With a smile spreading from the corners of his eyes, the red-haired young man looked at Zhang Yifeng coldly, waiting for this guy to destroy himself.

After Zhang Yifeng tightened his grip on the blood knife, the blood knife gradually transformed from its original small knife form into the size of an ordinary sword.

On the bloody blade, waves of black waves continued to oscillate, flowing down Zhang Yifeng's arm towards his heart.

Seeing this, the red-haired young man couldn't stop smiling and started laughing.

"Hahaha, idiot, wait until the evil energy of the blood knife enters your body!"

As the red-haired young man laughed wildly, the black energy that poured into Zhang Yifeng's body rushed back at an extremely fast speed after a while.

Even faster than the speed that poured into Zhang Yifeng's body, as if he encountered some terrifying enemy inside Zhang Yifeng's body.

After the ripples of black air returned to the blood knife, the blood knife that was trembling in Zhang Yifeng's hand and trying to break free from Zhang Yifeng's control instantly became quiet.

The quiet look made the red-haired young man's pupils shrink sharply, and he stared at the bloody knife in Zhang Yifeng's hand in disbelief.

"How, how is it possible? Why is the bloody knife..."

The red-haired young man stared blankly at the extremely quiet blood knife in Zhang Yifeng's hand. This was completely different from the situation in his hand.

After the sect master gave him the blood knife, the red-haired young man had tried to hold the blood knife.

After all, the combat power bonus of holding a blood knife far exceeds that of his manipulation of spiritual energy.

His face was horribly embarrassed, but Zhang Yifeng's actions in the next second made the red-haired young man's jaw drop in shock.

Zhang Yifeng raised the bloody knife in his hand, examined it for a while, and then revealed a look of disdain at the corner of his mouth.

"Scrap."

The moment he said the words, Zhang Yifeng suddenly exerted force in his hand, and the blood knife was immediately broken into two pieces by Zhang Yifeng with brute force.

At the same time, the bloody knife trembled again, and the broken blade desperately exuded black energy, trying to fit the blade back together.

Zhang Yifeng chuckled upon seeing this, and grabbed the broken blade with one hand with interest.

"The will to survive is quite strong, and the world may really make you a climate and give birth to spirituality."

"It's a pity that if it falls into my hands, the evil weapon and magic weapon should be destroyed."

Zhang Yifeng said calmly, and black flames suddenly appeared in his hands.

Under the shroud of black flames, the evil-looking blood soldiers didn't even have a chance to struggle.