Reborn Sword Emperor in the City

The light is more and more prosperous, and the terrible momentum appears in an instant. The light dissipates. Ten immortal emperors stand there. Although they are only immortal souls, their momentum still looks terrible!

"It's interesting to see the ten Immortal Emperor's dead. There were countless immortal emperors who died under our emperor. I didn't expect to see their dead today. I understand that someone recovered their dead and locked them into this immortal flute, but I didn't expect that this thing would be in your hands. Is it too weak with your strength!"

Ling Feng looked at the Immortal Emperor's dead with his eyes closed in front of him and said with disdain. The terrible momentum on Ling Feng broke out in an instant, which made people tremble. At the moment when Ling Feng's momentum broke out.

When the eyes of the ten immortals opened, a terrible momentum broke out, competing with Ling Feng. They were both immortals. Their momentum was very terrible. One of the immortals frowned and said:

"So familiar, whose breath is this? How can I tremble so? I'm really familiar. Who is it, who is it?"

Hearing this sound, many immortals on the ground frowned, and even some members of the immortals league with low cultivation showed a trace of pain on their faces. They frowned and used their aura to constantly resist the threat of the outbreak of the spirits of the ten immortals! Even Chen Bing and others are the same!

"All of you step back fifty steps, withdraw your momentum and empty your mind!" seeing their appearance, the blue wind sword emperor said faintly. In the face of these Immortal Emperor's souls, if they use their momentum to compete, it is a challenge to the Immortal Emperor. Fight, will be more and more uncomfortable, more and more painful, and finally explode and die!

Hearing the words of the blue wind sword emperor, everyone quickly stepped back 50 steps, and then took off the momentum. With their hind legs, the pressure on their body disappeared instantly. At this time, ten Immortal Emperor ghosts surrounded Ling Feng. They looked at Ling Feng and their eyes were full of murderous spirit. They were the most satisfied works of seizing the immortal flute. They were immortal and afraid of strength!

"It's interesting. You should be Emperor Wen. Have you forgotten how you were killed by the emperor?"

Looking at the ten immortal emperors around him, Ling Feng, holding Xuanyuan divine sword, pointed to the soul of an Immortal Emperor and said loudly. At the same time, the momentum on his body burst out in an instant, which was frightening. No one dared to come forward!

"Damn it, it's the supreme sword emperor. The sword emperor is actually the sword emperor. Go to hell!"

Hearing Ling Feng's words, the mood of the dead of Emperor Wen fluctuated greatly. He seemed to think of the battle in which he fell. A flame was directly sprayed out of his mouth. The flame was pure white, a high-density spiritual fire refined with Reiki, and an imitation made by imitating the origin of fire in those years!

"Deal with me with imitations. You really want to die!"

Seeing the imitation fire rushing towards him, Ling Feng said disdainfully. In his eyes, even the origin of fire has become a part of Ling Feng's body. What use can this imitation do to him? Moreover, in those days, he was in infernal purgatory, even if it was true chaotic black inflammation, he couldn't burn Ling Feng. Now this is just a high imitation. To deal with Ling Feng, isn't it just playing a big knife in front of Guan Gong?

Ling Feng's words fell. With a wave of his big hand, he rushed up directly with chaotic black inflammation. Then he leisurely closed his eyes. When Ling Feng closed his eyes, the remaining nine Immortal Emperor undead started, and countless unique moves rushed up to Ling Feng!