Rebirth of the Supreme Immortal Emperor

Outside the sword formation formed by the Wushuang Sect, Liehua stood proudly in front of the group of evil cultivators.

The evil coalition that had rioted at this time had been suppressed by Liehua with his powerful strength.

Without exception, they all stood quietly behind Liehua, not even daring to breathe loudly.

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."

"Even if I am burning with anger, I have to remember that I am here to destroy Wushuang Sect."

“No matter how many of these Wushuang Sect disciples we kill, it will be useless as long as Tian Shanzi is not dead.”

"This fireball is completely under my control. I can make it dissipate with just a thought."

"After all of these Wushuang disciples are killed, I will stop at the brink and disperse the fireball."

After killing dozens of evil cultivators, Liehua gradually regained his composure and spoke out his plan.

Of course, he was not so angry as to give up his bright future just to kill a few people.

The fireball was completely under his control and there was no need to wait for it to actually fall on the peaks.

As long as he destroyed the Wushuang Sect's sword formation and killed Tianchenzi and his gang, he would be able to disperse the fireball.

The coalition of evil cultivators standing behind him looked at each other after hearing the voice, and the uneasiness in their hearts was slightly relieved.

"Really? I thought you were really determined to fight us to the death."

"Now it seems that I still think too highly of you."

Suddenly, a cold male voice came from the front.

Liehua looked up immediately upon hearing the voice, and saw a figure holding a sword slowly walking out of the sword formation.

It was Zhang Yifeng, who had borrowed the sword from Wang Su, who stood in front of the sword formation with his head held high.

"Hmm? Haha, I didn't expect you to dare to come out."

When Liehua saw who was coming, his pupils suddenly shrank and a hint of murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

"Why, Wushuang Sect is planning to send you out to die?"

With a disdainful sneer, Liehua looked down at Zhang Yifeng and asked sinisterly.

"To die? No, I'm here to defeat you."

Zhang Yifeng shook his head slightly, then said calmly.

"Hahaha, ridiculous!"

"Do you think you can stop my world-destroying fire with your own strength?!"

Liehua couldn't help but laugh when he heard the sound, then snorted coldly.

As he spoke, the fireball above his head was getting closer and closer to the sword formation.

Zhang Yifeng, who was standing outside the sword formation, could also feel the scorching temperature above his head at this moment.

The spirit stone bricks surrounding the sword formation were melting at a speed visible to the naked eye, which showed how high the temperature of the fireball was.

"Come on, let me see how you can handle it alone!"

Liehua looked at Zhang Yifeng with disdain, and as he finished speaking, he raised his hand slightly.

The fireball above Zhang Yifeng's head was seen falling down at a faster speed, and was about to hit Zhang Yifeng's head.

"Oh, wait and see me cut it off with my sword!"

Zhang Yifeng chuckled, looked up at the fireball falling above his head, a cold light flashed in his eyes.

The next moment, Zhang Yifeng flew up, and the red sword in his hand emitted a dazzling red light.

Relying on his physical strength, Zhang Yifeng actually managed to hover in mid-air.

With the divine sword held high in his hand, the unparalleled spirit merged with the red divine sword, emitting an intense glow.

Under the shining light, the evil cultivators closed their eyes tightly, not daring to look directly at the bright light in the sky.

Liehua also felt an extremely sharp pain in front of his eyes at this moment, but he still used his magic power to bless his eyes, intending to see clearly how Zhang Yifeng planned to cut off his world-destroying fire.

In mid-air, Zhang Yifeng's magic sword was ready to strike.

Looking at the fireball in front of him that was about to hit the sword formation, a sharp light suddenly flashed in his eyes.

"Give it to me, open it!"

With a low shout, the sword in his hand slashed down heavily.

The red light condensed on the sword body condensed into a sword shape and slashed down along with the red sword.

The moment the red divine light touched the fireball, it was like cutting tofu. Without any hindrance, it split the fireball into two.

The dazzling sword light even left a deep sword mark on the ground.

Under Li Erhua's astonished gaze, the fireball suddenly stopped falling.

Then it began to expand irregularly, shaking continuously, looking extremely unstable.

Finally, with a deafening explosion, the fireball in the air split into two.

Fierce flames shot up into the sky and went straight into the clouds above the peaks.

The scorching breath spread across the entire mountain top.

"what!"

Suddenly, a scream came from behind Liehua.

The evil coalition behind him was now being burned by the rain of fire falling from the sky.

Many evil cultivators were in shock at first and did not react, and were instantly burned to ashes by the scorching flames.

On the Wushuang Sect's side, the shield formed by the sword formation presided over by Tianchenzi was able to block the rain of fire falling from the sky in time.

Although the fireball was blown up by Zhang Yifeng, it did not damage the peaks at all, let alone the mountain gate in the distance.

Zhang Yifeng's move is equivalent to splitting a huge whole into countless groups.

Although it is still the same fireball as a whole, the damage is dispersed.

And the aftermath of the fireball explosion rushed more into the sky.

"you!"

Liehua stared at Zhang Yifeng, veins bulging on his forehead.

He didn't expect that the world-destroying fire that he was so confident in could be so easily cut in half by a sword.

"Oh, no matter how many there are, it's not enough to cause a qualitative change. Your trick of playing with fire is only suitable for performing arts."

Zhang Yifeng chuckled and had already fallen from the air, looking at Liehua with a playful look.

Behind Liehua, at least hundreds of evil cultivators lost their lives in the rain of fire produced by the explosion of the fireball.

"Boy, you are courting death!"

Liehua's pupils shrank, and he subconsciously wanted to use his magic power to attack.

However, when the magic power in his body moved, he suddenly realized that he had very little magic power left.

Facing the extremely arrogant boy in front of him, he was actually powerless to fight again? !

With his teeth clenched, a hint of madness flashed in Liehua's eyes.

He turned around and shouted angrily to the evil cultivators behind him who looked extremely embarrassed after being attacked by the rain of fire: "Transfer your magic power to me, I want to kill this ignorant guy!"

Hearing Liehua's roar, the evil coalition forces in the rear looked at each other in bewilderment.

After all, they had just dealt with the rain of fire, and they didn't have much magic power left in their bodies.

Among them, many people were not killed, but were injured in the rain of fire.

The best option at this time is to use magic power to suppress the injury, and then take the elixir to heal slowly.

But if the magic power is transferred to Liehua, there will be only one result, and that is chronic death.

As their magic power continued to be consumed, their injuries could no longer be suppressed and gradually worsened.

In this situation, Liehua actually forced them to transfer their magic power to him, which was clearly a desire for their death!