Rebirth of the Urban Immortal Emperor

Wangsu turned around and realized that Zhang Yifeng had arrived behind him at some point.

The huge force holding him down came from Zhang Yifeng's palm on his shoulder.

"Senior Zhang, you have done too much for the Wushuang Sect, and you should not be allowed to put yourself in danger again."

Wangsu was stunned for a moment, then gritted his teeth and spoke to Zhang Yifeng in a solemn tone.

Although Zhang Yifeng has shown his strength several times before.

But Wangsu couldn't be sure that Zhang Yifeng could catch this fireball full of destruction.

Furthermore, the other party has already done too much to surround Wushuangmen, so how can Wangsu have the nerve to continue to let people work for Wushuangmen with peace of mind.

"In this case, why don't you, fellow Taoist Wangsu, let me try again?"

"Anyway, dealing with these little thieves is like searching for something."

Zhang Yifeng chuckled and looked at Wangsu with a flash of light in his eyes.

"this…"

Wangsu looked hesitant when he heard this, and for a moment he didn't know if he should let Zhang Yifeng deal with Liehua.

The energy he had in his heart before was mostly dissipated when Zhang Yifeng forced him to stop.

"Don't worry, fellow Daoist Wangsu, I, Zhang Yifeng, have never lied."

"It's just that I still need to borrow something from fellow Taoist."

Zhang Yifeng's eyes moved slightly and landed on the red divine sword in Wangsu's hand.

"Senior Zhang, do you want to lend me this weapon?"

"If you can borrow it, I will of course lend it to you, but this weapon is transformed by my sword intention and cannot be lent to others."

Wangsu saw Zhang Yifeng holding the red divine sword in his hand, a look of astonishment flashed in his eyes, and he hurriedly explained.

This is transformed by his sword intention, and the sword intention itself is a group of ethereal wills.

Except for Wangsu, others cannot feel the existence of this sword intention at all.

So Zhang Yifeng wants to borrow the sword now, but Wangsu has no choice.

"It doesn't matter, as long as you agree."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Yifeng just shook his head with an indifferent expression.

Although Wangsu was a little puzzled when he saw this, he still nodded to Zhang Yifeng and said: "Then, if Senior Zhang needs it, just take it."

After saying this, Wangsu scratched his head and handed the red divine sword in his hand to Zhang Yifeng.

He was also a little curious, wanting to see how Zhang Yifeng planned to take away the divine sword condensed with sword intent.

Seeing Wangsu's agreement, Zhang Yifeng raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and immediately put his hand on the blade of the red divine sword.

"Today, I will borrow the divine sword of my Taoist friend Wangshu to slay the demonic fire with one strike!"

With a low drink, Zhang Yifeng took the divine sword from Wangsu's hand the moment he finished speaking.

The divine sword that should have disappeared after leaving Wangsu was now held in Zhang Yifeng's hand.

At the same time, a powerful red divine light suddenly bloomed from the divine sword.

A powerful coercion overflowed from the sword body, blessing Zhang Yifeng's body.

The intense red light even made Wangsu, who was standing next to Zhang Yifeng, unable to help but feel admiration.

"Okay, what a powerful unparalleled sword spirit."

Wangsu could feel at this moment that the unparalleled spirit emanating from Zhang Yifeng was complementing and blessing his own red divine sword.

Unlike him, who had just realized the unparalleled sword intention, the unparalleled intention exuded from Zhang Yifeng was much stronger than him.

"Good sword."

Zhang Yifeng held the red divine sword in his hand, held a few sword flowers, and couldn't help but sigh in admiration.

Even though Zhang Yifeng's swordsmanship is unparalleled, he has never seen many swordsmen as tenacious and unyielding as this unparalleled sword.

Although Zhang Yifeng does not practice unparalleled swordsmanship, the unparalleled will in his heart is by no means weaker than anyone else.

At this time, this divine sword condensed with unparalleled intention also felt the power in Zhang Yifeng's body, and it burst out with such powerful energy.

"It turns out that Senior Zhang really has a way to control this sword. I underestimated Senior too much."

Wangsu scratched his head and said with some embarrassment.

"It doesn't matter. If I didn't have the approval of fellow Taoist monks, how could I pick up this sword?"

Zhang Yifeng shook his head and replied calmly.

"Fellow Taoist Wangsu, please return to the center of the sword formation first. Leave everything that follows to me."

After Zhang Yifeng said this, he gave Wangsu a solemn look, and then stepped out of the sword formation.

Wangsu stared at Zhang Yifeng's back for a long time, and finally made up his mind, turned around and walked back to the center of the sword formation.

"Wangsu, are you back?!"

Tian Chenzi, who was at the eye of the formation, saw Wangsu leave and return, and a light suddenly flashed in his eyes.

If Wangsu really lost his life because of this incident, even if Wushuangmen could survive this disaster safely, Tianchenzi would still be responsible.

But now that he has forgotten the secular world and returned, no matter what the next result is, at least Tian Chenzi doesn't have to be so upset.

"Wangsu, our Wushuang Sect doesn't need the kind of hero who fights against foreign enemies with his own life."

"Wu Shuang Sect, whether we are disciples or elders, we are all one family!"

"A family should face all dangers together!"

Tian Chenzi looked at Wangsu who was walking towards him and said with sincerity.

"Sorry, elder, I took it too much for granted."

"Forget the customs and be willing to take the blame."

Forgetting the vulgarity, he bowed down and his words were full of sincerity.

"What crime are you guilty of? If protecting the sect is considered a crime, then we are all guilty today."

"Don't talk about this, just go into battle with peace of mind."

Tian Chenzi laughed loudly when he heard this, and then waved his hand to signal Wangsu to join the sword formation.

"Wait a minute, Master Tianchenzi, do you know that Senior Zhang has left the sword formation?"

Wangsu did not rush into the battle, but raised his head and asked Tianchenzi with a strange expression.

"What?!"

Tian Chenzi didn't notice this at all. Hearing from Wangsu that Zhang Yifeng had walked out of the sword formation, his pupils suddenly shrank.

When Wangsu saw this, he directly told what had just happened.

"This is just nonsense, forgetting the vulgarity!"

"You actually let our guest from the Wushuang Sect walk out of the sword formation alone to face those evil cultivators who are like wolves and tigers?!"

Tian Chenzi looked shocked and shouted at Wangsu in a low voice.

"This...then I'll bring Senior Zhang back!"

Wangsu pursed his lips, then turned around and walked out of the sword formation again.

"Wait, oh, forget it."

"Zhang Xiaoyou is indeed very strong. Plus, with your divine sword condensed with unparalleled sword intent, he might actually have the means to face evil cultivators."

"But if you step out of the sword formation at this time, not only will you not be able to help Zhang Xiaoyou, but you will actually drag him down."

Tian Chenzi sighed and said solemnly.

He was indeed a little panicked when he heard about it at first, but thinking of Zhang Yifeng's strength, Tian Chenzi still chose to believe it.

After all, this young man named Zhang Yifeng kept turning the impossible into possible in front of him.

Now that things have come to this, it’s better to trust Zhang Xiaoyou again.