Chapter 5861 The first confrontation

"coming!"

Zhang Yifeng raised his eyebrows slightly. The person in front of him was the highlight.

"Are you Feng Yi?"

A hint of anger appeared on Ling Yunxiao's feathered face.

Although they are called the Imperial Clan, they are actually a demon clan, and the demon clan cares most about bloodline. Ling Mingzhi, who is beside him, is also considered to be a very talented person among the Wind and Thunder Holy Clan. He was almost seriously injured by Zhang Yifeng. At this time, Ling Yunxiao was furious.

"Are you the Holy Son of the Wind and Thunder Saint Clan?"

"That's right, you still have the guts to come to our tribe's immortal peak, and even more so to attack and hurt our people!"

Hearing this, Zhang Yifeng snorted disdainfully: "Let me ask you, where is Jiuling Huasheng?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the hearts of the saints around them tightened.

At this moment, Lian Tian Xian Sheng finally came out of the shock brought by Zhang Yifeng's finger flick, and looked at Zhang Yifeng: "Feng Yi, this matter cannot be explained in a few words, why not..."

"Let me ask you, where is Jiuling Huasheng?"

Zhang Yifeng glanced at Lian Tian Immortal Saint and did not give him any face at all.

As the true master of Jiuhua Immortal Peak, Zhang Yifeng did not have much affection for Jiuling Huasheng, but after all, there were only three people in this immortal peak, including Qing Yurou.

When he returned this time, he swept the entire Jiuhua Fairy Peak with his spiritual sense, but he couldn't find any trace of Jiuling Hua Sheng.

There must be an explanation for this matter.

"Are you talking about the loser who fell from the Immortal Saint realm to the Immortal Venerable realm?"

At this moment, a hideous smile flashed across Ling Yunxiao's face. The vicious look that was unique to the demon race made Zhang Yifeng feel a little disgusted.

"Oh, that blind fellow obstructed our progress, he is dead!"

"What did you say?"

A cold light flashed in Zhang Yifeng's eyes as he looked towards Ling Yunxiao.

"You are just a noble person, but your strength is like that of a stink bug. You will be crushed to death like a stink bug!"

Ling Yunxiao said disdainfully, the life of Jiuling Huasheng seemed not worth mentioning at all in Ling Yunxiao's eyes.

Hearing this, Qing Yurou narrowed her eyes slightly and said, "I've heard that the Wind and Thunder Saint Clan is very arrogant and domineering. Seeing it today, it's true."

"Feng Yi, this is not what you think. Hua Sheng..."

The figure of Lian Tian Xian Sheng flashed and appeared between Zhang Yifeng and Ling Yunxiao.

"Don't say any more. Blood debt must be paid with blood. This is the most fundamental principle."

Zhang Yifeng raised his hand to interrupt the words of Lian Tian Xian Sheng. Even if Jiu Ling Hua Sheng was just a handyman on Jiu Hua Xian Peak, the account would have to be settled if he died, not to mention that his status on Jiu Hua Xian Peak was extraordinary.

This matter has nothing to do with Zhang Yifeng's personal feelings. It's just how it should be.

"Blood debt paid with blood? Don't worry, since you dare to come, I will let you two reunite as soon as possible."

Ling Yunxiao sneered and patted Ling Mingzhi on the shoulder: "Stand back, let the tribesmen come over and see how this arrogant human died under the hands of our tribe!"

These words seemed to give Ling Mingzhi a shot of adrenaline, and he was filled with enthusiasm.

As Ling Mingzhi's figure flashed and disappeared, the two men were on the verge of a fight.

“Even if you are the most fortunate person of the human race, you have made an oath in this battle. If you die, the three Immortal Emperors of the Demon Slayer Sect will not stop you.”

Ling Yunxiao grinned and looked at Zhang Yifeng with disdain in his eyes.

Why did it take seven or eight Immortal Lords to join forces to suppress the Demon Lord? It was because of the difference in bloodline.

The human race is the leader of all living things, and their cultivation is much faster than that of other races. As for the demon race, if they want to produce a master, among the countless demon races, after countless years, only a very small group can do it.

But once this group reaches this level, humans at the same level will find it hard to catch up with them.

It is not a difficult task for a demon lord in the early stage to defeat three immortal lords in the early stage.

Ling Yunxiao, with the body of a human, has now entered the great perfection of the Immortal Realm. If he reveals his true form, he can even use the methods of the Saint Realm.

This battle, no matter who looks at it, is a battle without suspense.

"Who will win? Can we make a final decision before the battle even begins?"

“I won’t cry until I see the coffin!”

Ling Yunxiao sneered, and the Golden Thunder Thousand Machine Soldier turned into a spear. Along with this treasure of the Wind and Thunder Holy Clan, a Taoist soldier with the pure bloodline of the Wind and Thunder Holy Clan emerged. Above the sky, golden thunder roared and turned into a thunderstorm.

When the Golden Thunder Thousand Machine Soldiers slammed down, they dragged out streaks of golden thunder from the vortex of the thunderstorm and bombarded Zhang Yifeng.

The crackling thunder roared, and the war began with this blow.

The saints withdrew. Just as Ling Yunxiao said, this battle was an oath. As long as the fight started, no one could interfere and stop it.

For a moment, all the saints' faces were filled with solemn expressions.

"This kid, why is he so arrogant!"

"When facing the Wind and Thunder Saint Clan, we should just give way to them. But what can we do if we give Jiuhua Immortal Peak to them?"

"It is rare for our human race to produce such a person of supreme luck, but he chose to die on his own."

The saints sighed behind the Immortal Saint Lian Tian, ​​but they were not sorry for Zhang Yifeng himself, but rather for Zhang Yifeng's identity as a person of supreme luck.

Hearing the noise, Zhang Yifeng sneered in his heart.

Looking at the violent thunder attack in front of him, he clenched his fists, and his body of immortal and demon transformed instantly. Under the blessing of the vast divinity, a halo appeared behind Zhang Yifeng.

As Zhang Yifeng put his fingers together like a sword, a thousand-foot-long sword energy slashed out and headed straight for the golden thunder vortex in the sky. Wherever it passed, the golden thunder pulled out by the Golden Thunder Thousand Machine Soldiers broke into pieces and was completely consumed.

This sword energy is intended to smash the entire golden thunder vortex into pieces!

"What a foolish wish! This thunderstorm was transformed by the Taoist soldiers. How could this be possible?"

Ling Yunxiao sneered, flapped his wings behind him, dragged Kuang Lei with him, and waved the Golden Thunder Thousand Machine Soldiers in his hand, attacking Zhang Yifeng again.

"Boom boom boom!"

The deafening roar of golden thunder continued, and Zhang Yifeng's mouth curled up slightly: "You said it can't be done, so it can't be done?"

Zhang Yifeng stretched out his hand and grabbed, and the ten thousand feet of sword energy in the sky suddenly split into infinite parts. Each one was wrapped in the terrifying greed of the hungry ghost realm, with the original intention of devouring everything, biting the golden thunder vortex.

A whirlpool created ripples, and the immortal energy turned into a barrier, blocking the Golden Thunder Thousand Machine Soldiers in Ling Yunxiao's hand.

"Nothing."

"what!"

Looking up at the sky, the golden thunder vortex shattered into pieces, but in just a few breaths, it was completely swallowed up by the sword energy.

The next moment, Zhang Yifeng stretched out his hand, and the shattered sword energy in the sky merged into one and flew into his palm. In the grayish death energy, a long sword emerged, which was the Sixteen Saints of Silence.

The gray-white scabbard that sealed the Sixteen Saints of Silence turned into smoke and dissipated. As the sword tip emerged, just by staying in the air, the endless greed had already swallowed up the surrounding void and caused it to collapse.

"boom!"

As the sword was slashed out, it was as if the gate to the underworld that sealed off hungry ghosts opened wide. Endless death energy surged, turning the entire sky into a ghost den.