Rebirth of the Urban Immortal Emperor

Before the beams of light could take shape, they were shot out by a group of Wushuang disciples and blasted towards the flying blood-colored spears.

But before they could get close, these beams of light were defeated by the ripples emanating from the **** spear.

"A bunch of trash!"

The Blood Demon did not hide the disdain in his eyes, and coldly glanced at these Wushuang Sect disciples who took action.

Originally, among the evil cultivators, his strength could only be considered average.

At most, he relied on the strange magical powers of the Blood Clothes Sect to gain a foothold among several leading figures.

The Blood Demon, who knew this well, did not dare to show anything strange in front of Liehua and others.

But now that Liehua and others were no longer in charge, the Blood Demon immediately returned to his arrogant and unruly nature.

"Damn it, using the big to bully the small is indeed the style of an evil running dog!"

A Wushuang disciple clenched his fists and shouted angrily at the Blood Demon.

When the Blood Demon heard this, he raised his brows and replied with pride instead of shame: "Hahaha, among monks, strength should be the most respected thing."

"You are so weak, you can't blame others if you die here today!"

After saying that, the blood demon snorted coldly, with a proud look on his face.

"I will never die in your hands!"

Not far away, looking at the **** spear approaching in front of him, Wangsu's eyes burst out with a strong desire to survive.

He saw the magic power in his body explode, and with a single swipe of Wangsu's hand, it completely covered the sword body.

In an instant, an unparalleled will slowly condensed in Wang Su's body, turning into a red divine sword standing behind him.

"oh?"

The blood demon's eyes narrowed, and he was attracted by Wangsu's strange appearance, and took a deep look at him.

After staring for a long time, the corner of the blood demon's mouth curled up into a sneer.

"I'm shocked. Being able to comprehend this kind of sword intent in the moment of battle is a good sign of the righteous path."

"It's a pity that good and evil are divided. Today is the right time for me to kill you, so that you can avoid a big enemy of my evil ways in the future!"

The blood demon is quite senior, so he can naturally see the changes that Wangsu displayed at this time, and he has clearly understood the sword's intention.

But at this moment, Wangsu's sword intention was still weak and could never be his opponent.

Being able to kill a future strong man is definitely something worth celebrating for the Blood Demon.

"I will never admit defeat!"

Wangsu let out a low roar, then suddenly reached out and took the red divine sword behind him in his hand.

In the astonished eyes of the people around him, Wangsu forcibly fused the still somewhat illusory red divine sword with the sword in his palm.

Suddenly, a red divine light burst out from the originally dull long sword.

Wangsu held the long sword that was integrated with the divine sword and moved it as he pleased, suddenly slashing forward with a sword light.

In an instant, the red sword light rushed out and met the incoming **** spear.

The red light and the evil blood light clashed with each other, and the dazzling light emitted made everyone around them unable to open their eyes.

"Ha, he is quite a talent."

"Being able to understand these methods in despair and forcibly fuse the sword intention with oneself."

Faced with such a situation, the Blood Demon showed no trace of surprise on his face. Instead, he sneered and said.

"But that's not enough!"

"It would be ridiculous to want to defeat my blood demon just based on this!"

A dark red light suddenly flashed in the blood demon's eyes. He raised his hands and a large amount of blood flew out of his sleeves and poured into the blood-colored spear.

In an instant, the part of the spear that had been offset by the sword energy quickly recovered, and the energy became more powerful than before.

In the blink of an eye, Wangsu's sword energy was broken through.

The blood-colored spear drew a streak of blood in the air, and was about to pierce into Wangsu's heart and nail him to the ground.

"Senior Brother Wangsu!"

When the Wushuang disciples around him saw this, they all shouted out, their eyes full of despair.

Even Wangsu couldn't help but show a look of unwillingness in his eyes when he looked at the **** spear approaching.

"Damn it, is this the only way to die?"

Clenching his fists hard, Wangsu thought secretly in his heart.

But until the last moment of his life, Wangsu never showed any sign of shrinking.

"She has a bit of backbone."

The blood demon looked at the desperate intention on Wangsu's face, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Killing people who showed no intention of resisting meant nothing to him.

On the contrary, only people like Wangsu, who long for life even until death, can make the blood demon feel happy.

"Go to **** with peace of mind, I will let others from your Wushuangmen go down to accompany you right away!"

The Blood Demon said with a ferocious smile, and immediately no longer focused on Wang Su, but looked at the other Wushuang disciples.

"The time for fun is over, let's all die!"

The blood demon sneered, and at the same time, countless blood lights condensed from his body, turning into a blood-colored spear and pointing it at the Wushuang disciples.

"Your Majesty, why don't you calm down and rush to attack a bunch of juniors? Is that interesting?"

Suddenly, a voice sounded behind the Blood Demon.

But just now the Blood Demon didn't notice that someone was approaching him.

"who?!"

The hair on Blood Demon's body suddenly stood up, and he suddenly turned his head and stared behind him.

However, there was no one behind him at this time, and the empty scene was inexplicably weird.

While the Gorefiend was staring at his surroundings with vigilance, he heard excited shouts from behind.

"Senior Brother Wangsu, it's great that you're okay!"

Upon hearing this cry, the Blood Demon's pupils shrank immediately and he hurriedly turned around.

Looking up, he saw an incredible sight.

He saw Wangsu, who was supposed to die under his **** spear, now half-kneeling on the ground with his sword in his hand, breathing heavily.

Beside him, there was already a handsome young man dressed in white.

But what attracted the blood demon's attention the most was what the young man in white was holding in his hand.

He saw a blood-colored spear tightly held in his palm, waving it around casually.

"That's my Blood Demon Gun?! It was you who saved him!"

The blood demon's pupils shrank, and he could tell at a glance that it was the blood demon gun he had just fired.

The corner of his mouth twitched slightly, and a cruel look flashed in the blood demon's eyes.

"If you dare to grab my Blood Demon Spear, you are really asking for your own death!"

He spoke in a cold voice, and the Blood Demon did not bother to find out who this young man in white was.

But since the other party dares to hold his Blood Demon Gun, he will make the other party pay the price!

The Blood Demon Spear is the blood path magical power of the Blood Clothes Sect, which is refined by combining one's own essence and blood with the dirty blood of a large number of mortal monks.

If he is stabbed by the Blood Demon Spear, even a monk as powerful as Tian Fanzi will have his body's mana flow restricted.

Not to mention those with low cultivation, let alone being stabbed in the body, even if they hold it in their hands, they will be disturbed by the foul power of the Blood Demon Spear.

At this time, in the eyes of the blood demon, there was no trace of mana coming from the opponent's body.

The Blood Demon knew something about this kind of person, and he could tell at a glance that he must be an individual cultivator.