Rebirth of the Supreme Immortal Emperor

"Hahaha, why bother talking nonsense? Old Ancestor, I really want to see what kind of power you are talking about!"

The Blood-Clothed Old Ancestor laughed wildly and didn't take Zhang Yifeng's words to heart at all.

"Oh, then it's as you wish."

Zhang Yifeng chuckled, then waved his hands, and a sword intent suddenly emanated from his body.

For a moment, Zhang Yifeng seemed to have turned into a sharp sword, emanating a powerful sword aura from his body.

The Blood-Clothed Old Ancestor cried out in astonishment and looked at Zhang Yifeng in front of him in disbelief.

At this moment in his eyes, Zhang Yifeng was no longer a human being, but had turned into a divine sword flashing with various brilliances.

"This is!"

At the same time, Jian Chen, who had retracted the twin purple thunder swords, also came to the battlefield between the two.

As soon as he arrived, Jian Chen felt an unprecedented powerful sword intent.

Looking at Zhang Yifeng who seemed to have turned into a dazzling divine sword, Jian Chen's face was full of trance.

"Is this the unity of man and sword that Master once talked about?!"

Jian Chen took a deep breath and remembered what his master and the previous leader of Tianjian Mountain had said to him.

The highest realm of kendo is the unity of man and sword.

Originally, Jian Chen thought that this was just a legendary realm, but now he saw with his own eyes the strange phenomenon revealed in Zhang Yifeng.

Jian Chen was sure that this was the legendary sword realm that his master had mentioned!

At the same time, the Blood-Clothed Ancestor gradually felt something was wrong.

Looking at Zhang Yifeng whose sword intent was becoming increasingly powerful, the Blood-Clothed Old Ancestor could no longer stand.

"Go to hell if you pretend to be a god or a ghost!"

With a low roar, the Blood-Clothed Old Ancestor attacked fiercely, and the huge blood-red spear was grasped in his palm.

He stabbed straight at Zhang Yifeng, who was still concentrating his sword intent on the ground.

Just when the blood-red giant spear was about to fall, two sword lights suddenly flew from a distance and blocked Zhang Yifeng's body.

A dazzling purple lightning rose up and instantly melted the falling gun tip.

Purple lightning attached to the gun body and rushed up, melting the blood-red giant's palm.

"what?!"

The Blood-Clothed Old Ancestor looked at the scene in disbelief.

It was seen that the sword intent was still accumulating in Zhang Yifeng, and it was Jian Chen's two purple thunder swords that blocked the attack for him.

But these two purple thunder swords were not wielded by Jian Chen.

At this time, Jian Chen was also looking at the two purple thunder swords blocking Zhang Yifeng in astonishment, his pupils full of horror.

With the remaining magic power in his body, it is impossible for him to create such a level of power by wielding the twin purple thunder swords.

What's more, before Jian Chen could make a move, the two purple thunder swords in his hands flew out by themselves and blocked Zhang Yifeng.

And the lightning that shot up into the sky also came entirely from the twin purple thunder swords themselves.

"Could this be the true power of the Purple Thunder Sword?"

Jian Chen swallowed his saliva, completely forgetting that he had come to support Zhang Yifeng.

Completely intoxicated by the powerful force displayed by the two purple thunder swords.

Whether it was Jianchen or Jianxin, when using the Purple Thunder Sword, they used their own magic power for support.

But at this moment, without the blessing of magic power, the power displayed by the Purple Thunder Sword was far beyond usual.

Zhang Yifeng, who was accumulating sword power, also felt the violent aura in front of him.

Zhang Yifeng opened his eyes slightly and looked at the two purple thunder swords in front of him, a smile appeared on his face.

"The might of the soldiers of Chengtian's wrath is indeed extraordinary."

"But I am not your master. But since you are willing to help me exorcise the demon today, I will respectfully obey your orders!"

With a low shout, Zhang Yifeng stretched out his hands and grasped the twin purple thunder swords floating in front of him.

As he grasped the two swords, the thunder that had originally dimmed suddenly erupted.

The violent electric light expanded outwards unhindered, and purple thunder continued to flash on the sword.

"hateful!"

The Blood-Clothed Old Ancestor's eyes were stung by the lightning in front of him and he subconsciously took a step back.

This is the feeling that the Blood-Clothed Old Ancestor had never felt, even when Jian Chen killed his master.

"Come on, this is the power you want to witness with your own eyes!"

Zhang Yifeng let out a low shout, then suddenly jumped up with two purple thunder swords in hand.

The sword intent in his body poured into the two purple thunder swords, and the thunder on the sword body rose up and turned into a thunder sword.

With a slash in the air, purple thunder, with violent power, poured down towards the Blood-Clothed Ancestor.

In an instant, the Blood-Clothed Old Ancestor felt a life-threatening feeling that he had not felt for a long time.

The dazzling lightning was reflected in his eyes, and for an instant he seemed to have returned to the day when he witnessed the death of his master.

The lightning that day was just as dazzling.

But today, the person who suffered this blow was him.

As the terrifying lightning struck down, the Blood-Clothed Old Ancestor fought to the death and made a final resistance.

The blood in his body turned into a shield, blocking his head.

However, the shield formed by the dirty blood could not last even for a second.

The lightning sword easily cut through the shield, and then cut the Blood-Clothed Old Ancestor in half from top to bottom.

A large amount of filthy blood turned into nothingness under the burning of lightning, along with the life of the Blood-Clothed Ancestor, which turned into a candle in the wind.

When Zhang Yifeng fell from the sky, the giant transformed by the Blood-Clothed Old Ancestor had already disappeared.

A figure fell from the air and fell to the ground, lying on the ground like a puddle of mud.

This is none other than the Blood-Clothed Ancestor.

But at this time, the Blood-Clothed Old Ancestor could not even maintain his human form, and looked like a pool of dirty blood.

"You, who are you?"

A loose face gradually emerged from the dirty blood. The Blood-Clothed Old Ancestor looked at Zhang Yifeng, his tone full of resentment.

"Zhang Yifeng is just a passer-by in your life."

Zhang Yifeng spoke calmly as he put down the twin purple thunder swords in his hands.

As soon as the two purple thunder swords left his hands, they wanted to return to Zhang Yifeng's hands again.

However, Zhang Yifeng shook his head and put his hands behind his back.

"Go back to your master. Now that your spiritual consciousness has awakened, if you want to repay me, stay here and help your master subdue demons and monsters."

Zhang Yifeng stared at the twin purple thunder swords in front of him and spoke in a serious tone.

Hearing this, the two purple thunder swords trembled twice, and finally flew towards Jian Chen who was not far away.

Jian Chen was stunned and grabbed the two purple thunder swords that were flying towards him. After thinking for a while, he walked towards Zhang Yifeng.

"I've met senior!"

Jian Chen held the sword and bowed to Zhang Yifeng, his words full of respect.

"Master Jianchen, there is no need to be so polite. I am not some senior."

Zhang Yifeng quickly waved his hand, stepped forward and helped the man up.

“No, senior, I have seen your extraordinary cultivation, and I admire you!”

Although Jian Chen was helped up, he still responded respectfully to Zhang Yifeng with a solemn expression.

"Let's not talk about that. Now that the Blood-Cloaked Ancestor has surrendered, how to deal with him next is up to Sect Leader Jianchen."

Seeing that Jian Chen was unwilling to change his words, Zhang Yifeng simply turned the topic to the Blood-Clothed Ancestor.