Rebirth of the Urban Immortal Emperor

The blood-clothed ancestor laughed wildly, grabbed the Jian Chen in his hand, and smashed it down hard.

Jian Chen knew that this was no longer the time for him to show off his strength, so he immediately used all his magic power to prop up the shield.

With a loud bang, Jian Chen was hit hard to the ground.

The shield composed of the mana in the body instantly shattered under the heavy blow of the **** giant.

Jian Chen spurted out a mouthful of blood uncontrollably, and was thrown to the mountain wall by the **** giant.

"puff!"

Another mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth, and the two swords in Jian Chen's hands had already flown out.

The lightning on it also gradually dimmed, all of which seemed to indicate that Jian Chen's end was coming.

"Hehehe, Jianchen, you probably never thought that you would be in such a situation today."

"But don't worry, I will deal with you finally."

"As for now, I want you to witness the death of your closest relatives with your own eyes!"

The blood-clothed ancestor smiled ferociously, and moved his huge body towards Jian Xin, who was unconscious on the ground not far away.

The blood-clothed ancestor did not forget his original purpose, which was to make Jian Chen feel despair.

Now that Jian Chen doesn't even have the strength to fight, the blood-clothed ancestor will naturally not kill him so simply.

It wasn't until Jian Chen understood the despair he had felt that the blood-clothed ancestor would send him to death!

"no, do not want…"

Jian Chen, who fell to the ground, raised his head with difficulty, not even having time to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth.

Looking at Kenshin lying on the ground unaware of the coming danger, despair gradually rose in his eyes.

The blood-clothed ancestor smiled ferociously and came to Jianxin's side, ready to trample him into pulp with one kick.

"Jian Chen, watch carefully!"

With a low roar, the blood-clothed ancestor stepped down hard.

Looking at the fallen **** soles, a deep sense of despair appeared in Jian Chen's eyes.

The palm of his hand hit the ground heavily, Jian Chen raised his head and let out a mournful scream.

However, at this moment, the blood-clothed ancestor suddenly let out a suspicious sound, and then lowered his head to look at the soles of his feet.

Just because he stepped on it, he didn't feel anything.

Instead, there was a force that was contending with him at his feet.

"what happened!"

The blood-clothed ancestor roared angrily, then moved his feet away and looked down.

He saw that where Jian Xin should have been lying under his feet, there was an additional figure at this moment.

The person's body was still covered in layers of dirty blood. It was Zhang Yifeng who he thought was dead!

But at this time, the other party kept raising his hand.

Obviously, it was Zhang Yifeng himself who had just stopped the blood-clothed ancestor.

"Why are you able to move freely under the restrictions of the Bloody Divine Art?!"

The blood-clothed ancestor had a look of astonishment on his face and shouted at Zhang Yifeng.

"Tsk, tsk, your Blood-clothed Sect's methods are not only vulgar, but also so dirty."

Zhang Yifeng shook his head and said to himself.

At the same time, his whole body shook, and all the dirty blood clinging to his body surface was immediately shaken off.

Obviously, the dirty blood only adhered to the surface of his body and did not invade his body at all.

Looking at the dirty blood that was shaken off, the blood-clothed ancestor's pupils shrank.

"How is it possible that you don't even have any magic power, but you can resist the erosion of the dirty blood magic?"

"It seems that I really underestimated you, a nobody!"

A gloomy look appeared on the face of the blood-clothed ancestor, and his blood-red pupils stared at Zhang Yifeng.

"You talk too much nonsense."

Zhang Yifeng raised his head, and Gu Jing Wubo's eyes met the angry eyes of the blood-clothed ancestor.

And the blood-clothed ancestor looked at Zhang Yifeng who was still so calm and composed when facing him, and the anger in his eyes became even more violent.

"I am going to kill you!"

With an angry roar, the blood-clothed ancestor completely gave up any plot against Jian Chen and Jian Xin.

At this moment, it would be difficult to calm Zhang Yifeng's anger without squeezing him to death with his own hands.

"Really, let's give it a try."

Zhang Yifeng raised his eyebrows, then stepped on his feet, and his figure continued to retreat.

Upon seeing this, the blood-clothed ancestor put down Jian Xin who was lying on the ground and chased Zhang Yifeng straight away.

As the ground continued to shake, Jian Chen, who was immersed in grief, also came back to his senses.

When he saw Zhang Yifeng and the blood-clothed ancestor who was constantly chasing him, Jian Chen's eyes lit up.

Turning around to look at his junior brother, he saw Kenshin lying on the ground safe and sound.

Suddenly, the despair accumulated in Jian Chen's heart was swept away.

Even though his body was already so weak, Jian Chen still managed to hold on to the wall and stand up.

Arriving at Jianxin's side with unsteady steps, Jianchen checked carefully and breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that his junior brother was fine.

Looking at the blood-clothed ancestor being gradually taken away by Zhang Yifeng, Jian Chen clenched his teeth.

After a moment of confusion in his heart, Jian Chen's eyes showed a firm look.

"Junior brother, I'm sorry, Tianjian Mountain may have to be handed over to you in the future!"

Jian Chen helped his junior brother to rest against the wall and murmured in his mouth.

Immediately, he took out two pills from the storage ring and put them into his mouth. As soon as the mana in his body recovered, he chased in the direction where the blood-clothed ancestor left.

On the other side, Zhang Yifeng stopped immediately when he saw that the blood-clothed ancestor had been led away from the mountain gate by him.

When the blood-clothed ancestor who was chasing after him saw this, he immediately laughed ferociously: "Why, you finally understand the gap between you and me and don't want to run away anymore?"

"Then just let me crush you annoying little bug to death!"

The blood-clothed ancestor said, reaching out his hand to grab Zhang Yifeng from the ground.

"Heh, it's not like I haven't killed monsters bigger than you before."

"In this world, body size does not determine the difference between victory and defeat."

Zhang Yifeng stepped on it and easily avoided the giant palm extended by the blood-clothed ancestor.

"It's ridiculous! Ancestor, I am now the body of the Blood God, condensed from the essence and blood of thousands of monks, surpassing any previous generation of heads of the Blood Clothes Sect."

"Ancestor, my blood **** body is the real immortality!"

The blood-clothed ancestor said with a ferocious smile, his words full of disdain and arrogance.

"You can be considered a talent if you can practice an inferior skill to this extent."

"But it's a pity that no matter how much you practice the path, you are still vulnerable to real power."

Zhang Yifeng held one hand behind his back and looked calmly at the **** giant in front of him, who was more than ten times taller than himself.

"Real power? Hahaha, that's ridiculous!"

"A piece of trash that doesn't even have any magic power in its body dares to talk to me about power, ancestor."

"If you really have this kind of power, then let me see it, ancestor!"

The blood-clothed ancestor raised his head and laughed, his words full of disdain and contempt for Zhang Yifeng's overestimation of his abilities.

"If you really want to see it, I'll let you see it."

Zhang Yifeng raised his head and said word by word.