Urban Immortal Cultivation: Eternal Immortal Emperor

East China Sea, Bi Bo Island.

At this time, the biting cold wind was howling, rolling up huge waves, like a furious sword, scraping on the face, stinging extremely.

On the boulder closest to the sea, an old man in a robe sat cross-legged, with a long breath, breathing quietly and practicing.

He was Chen Yimo, who had defeated many masters of China and no one dared to appear!

A ruthless man who was decisive in killing.

Rumble.

The propeller sounds of many yachts spread in all directions, and many fierce men in black surrounded the island, not letting anyone get close.

The muscles on their bodies bulged, as if they contained extremely violent power.

At this moment.

Above the waves of the East China Sea, many luxury yachts gathered together, looking at Chen Yimo who was sitting cross-legged on Bi Bo Island.

"Is that the master Chen Yimo who once defeated the entire China and was forced out of the inland by Yan Wushuang?"

"It looks like a fairy, with a master's demeanor."

"I heard that Master Lin is only in his twenties. Will he be a match for Chen Yimo?"

Many people were discussing this. Looking at the powerful Chen Yimo, many people were not optimistic about Lin Xuan.

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

Suddenly, in the rolling waves of the East China Sea, a middle-aged man actually came stepping on the waves.

He was wearing a long robe, exactly the same as Chen Yimo. He laughed and said,"Brother Yimo, I heard that you are going to fight with Master Lin of Jinghai today, so I specially stepped across the ocean to help you!"

Buzz!

The next moment, he stepped on the raging waves with his feet, and the rolling sea water turned into a dragon, which lifted up the middle-aged man and sent him to Chen Yimo.

Chen Yimo slowly opened his eyes, looked at the middle-aged man stepping on the dragon, and smiled faintly,"Thank you, Brother Xia."

"Hahaha, when you kill that brat, you will also avenge our South China Sea!"

The middle-aged man surnamed Xia had a gleam in his eyes. He said coldly:"The warriors in the inland are already lonely. Any random brat can be called a master. We should let them know what martial arts is!"

On the yacht not far away, there were also several masters in Tang suits standing solemnly.

Some of them looked at the middle-aged man who had just appeared and were shocked.

"Isn’t this the Xia Ying who killed the Sword King back then?"

"Xia Ying! I didn't expect this guy to go to the South China Sea and become a good friend of Chen Yimo. I can't believe it."

A middle-aged man in white tights had veins popping out on his forehead. He seemed to have remembered something and suddenly burst into a fighting spirit.

"Xia Ying! You are such a shameless and despicable villain. You plotted against my senior brother. Today, I will avenge him!"

Clang!

Suddenly, a knife sounded through the sky.

The middle-aged man in white clothes let out a long roar, grabbed a long knife, and swung a large blade light. He slashed at Xia Ying through the air!

Rumble.

The knife light was terrifying.

The deep blue sea was rustling. The water flowed more when the knife was cut off. Two waves were scattered in both directions, and the roaring sound spread far away.

From a distance, a white air wave suddenly appeared on the sea, destroying everything in its path and slashing towards Xia Ying at a high speed.

"Hahaha, the Sword King’s junior brother? Wang Qiufeng!"

Xia Ying saw the surging sword light, and he suddenly laughed up to the sky.

Buzz!

Then, Xia Ying stepped into the air and said with a smile:"Brother Yimo, in order to encourage you to fight today, wait for me to take off Wang Qiufeng’s head now!"