Rebirth of the Urban Madman

Inside the chariot, a woman with a cold expression sat quietly in the chariot.

Beside her, a maid was pale and terrified.

Around the chariot, ten great cultivators were wearing armor, forming a large formation to protect the chariot.

There were shouts and screams outside, but inside the chariot was quiet.

The woman's eyes were fixed on the front, not watching the life and death fight outside, and there was only calmness in her eyes.

Whether it was life or death, it seemed that there was no ripple in her eyes.

"Third Princess, you'd better run away? The people coming from Mo Shui Lou this time are not kind, there are thirteen great true masters and more than thirty cultivators, I'm afraid General Li will not be able to defeat them!" The maid lifted the curtain a little and looked outside. Her face became even paler and her eyes were full of terrified.

"Escape?" The woman's voice was cold, "Where can we escape to? The Great Wilderness Mountains are ahead. Without General Li's protection, we will die in the mouths of monsters."

"The Mo Shui Lou may not win. General Li has been in the Nascent Soul Realm for three thousand years. He is a top-grade Nascent Soul. His cultivation is enough to split mountains and step on the sea."

The maid hesitated and finally sat in the sedan chair, holding the hem of her skirt tightly, her body trembling slightly with fear.

In front of the sedan chair, more than twenty soldiers in armor were fighting with the Mo Shui Lou monk.

Although the Mo Shui Lou had a large number of people, they were scattered and brave, while the soldiers of the Great Qian Kingdom formed a battle formation and advanced and retreated in an orderly manner.

The two sides fought, and the Great Qian Kingdom did not retreat.

One of the golden-armored figures with his face covered by a helmet held a spear and fought with the four Mo Shui Lou Zhenjun.

Boom boom boom...

The collision of the magic weapons seemed to shatter the night and tear the world apart.

There were also souls and divine consciousness that formed into a formation, turning into a golden dragon sword to attack in the night.

In the Mo Shui Building, nearly fifty people were fighting, and magic weapons were constantly bombarding the battle formation. Among them, a charming woman with a face covered by a black mask stood proudly in the air.

"Li Xiangtao, don't struggle. With your little strength, you can't stop my Mo Shui Building!" The woman's cold voice sounded, and she was not in a hurry to take action, looking at the Daqian Divine Kingdom soldiers who were constantly retreating.

The golden-armored man swept the spear in his hand, blasting back several magic weapons, and he stood coldly in the air.

"Soul-stealing, if Li doesn't die today, he will definitely flatten the Mo Shui Building one day!" Li Xiangtao's voice was full of murderous aura, and the spear in his hand moved again. He fought against the four great masters alone, and he did not retreat but advanced instead.

Duohun sneered, "The person the Saint wants to kill must not live. Ruin my Mo Shui Lou? Even if the old emperor of Daqian Kingdom is here, he may not dare to say such a thing."

She sneered, "I have been playing with you for a long time. I just want to see what the Golden Dragon Guard of Daqian Kingdom is capable of."

"Now I have seen enough. Let's stop here!"

After the voice fell, she sat cross-legged on the spot, and there seemed to be a purple-black magic light shining in her eyes.

I saw a white bone harp appear between her knees.

"Retreat!"

Duohun spoke with a cold and arrogant voice. In an instant, the four great true monarchs who besieged Li Xiangtao had retreated and walked towards the other eight great true monarchs, killing the battle formation.

Originally, there were few soldiers and generals in the battle formation, and they were struggling to hold on. Now that the four great true monarchs joined the battlefield, some soldiers vomited blood in an instant, and the war retreated step by step.

Li Xiangtao's pupils shrank suddenly, and he turned around to help.

"How ridiculous! You still have other thoughts in front of me?"

Soul-stealing sneered, she placed both hands on the bone harp and slid her fingers gently.

Buzz!

The strings of the harp vibrated, and in just a moment, sound waves like blades tore through the night.

Li Xiangtao hadn't reacted yet, and saw that many sound blades bombarded his body-protecting true essence, and his Nascent Soul's upper-grade body-protecting true essence was torn like paper.

Li Xiangtao turned around suddenly, avoiding one of the sound blades, and at the same time, the spear in his hand danced.

Bang!

The spear collided with the sound blades, and Li Xiangtao stepped on the void and retreated a dozen steps. Every step he took caused an explosion in the void, as if the air was exploded at this moment, and the air waves swept in all directions.

Li Xiangtao's eyes were shining, and his eyes were slightly gloomy.

"I said, today you will be buried here, together with the three princesses of the Great Qian Kingdom!"

"For a general, dying in battle is also a good thing."

Soul-stealing smiled and was about to play the piano again. Suddenly, her eyes paused and she turned to look to the north.

In the night, a skinny monk came with a Buddhist ritual in his hand.

The monk did not look at her, but looked forward. Although there was a battlefield in front of him, it seemed nothing in the eyes of the monk.

This monk was undoubtedly Qin Xuan. He did not hide or avoid, but entered the battlefield alone.

"Where did you come from, monk? Get out of here quickly?" Soul-stealing did not speak, but a true master in the Mo Shui Tower spoke with murderous intent in his eyes.

In a fight between life and death, how can outsiders be allowed to interfere?

Qin Xuan's eyes were calm, notHe was still walking, but his pace was slow.

Daqian Kingdom and Moshuilou were both extraordinary forces in the Central Plains. Moshuilou was one of the forces under the Holy Demon Palace in the ten major star fields. The Holy Demon Palace was a second-grade major force, which was superior to the Tongbao Pavilion. It had many demonic forces under its command, which were spread across the ten major star fields and many cultivation stars.

As for Daqian Kingdom, it was also one of the most powerful kingdoms in the Central Plains. The old emperor of the kingdom was also a supreme being with a limited life span.

However, what did this have to do with him? He was just going to the Central Plains. Cause and effect were predetermined. There were many struggles in the world, and Qin Xuan would not intervene casually. Whether Moshuilou won or Daqian Kingdom won, it had nothing to do with him.

He was just walking, and the Moshuilou and the Daqian Kingdom soldiers in front of him were not qualified for Qin Changqing to take a detour.

Qin Xuan did not speak, but his attitude angered the True Lord of the Moshuilou.

"You bald donkey, you're looking for death!"

The True Lord of the Mo Shui Lou took action directly. Facing a Buddhist disciple in the Nascent Soul Realm, he didn't care.

A black magic sword crossed the sky and slashed directly at Qin Xuan. The sharpness of the sword was like splitting the void.

Qin Xuan took action slowly when the magic sword was in front of him.

His hands, which held the power of Buddha, quietly turned golden and slapped forward.

Boom!

His palms were like gold, and they collided with the magic sword. With a roar, the magic sword flew backwards. The True Lord of the Mo Shui Lou's pupils trembled slightly, and murderous intent rose.

Qin Xuan said nothing, and before the True Lord of the Mo Shui Lou took action again, there was a huge palm print in front of his palm, like a Buddha suppressing a dragon and a tiger, and the palm print was like a mountain, shining brightly, illuminating the night like daylight.

Great Buddha Hand!

Just one palm fell on the body of the True Lord of the Mo Shui Lou who took action.

The protective true energy was like paper, and the magic weapon flew backwards. In an instant, the True Lord of the Mo Shui Lou was shattered into a ball of blood mist.

Until the palm print dissipated, the entire battlefield was quiet.

The cultivators of the Mo Shui Lou and the Great Qian Kingdom all stared at Qin Xuan in amazement. He wore thin Buddhist clothes and had a skinny figure, but... he could destroy a True Lord with one palm?

Qin Xuan was still stepping on the ground. The True Lord of the Mo Shui Lou was furious, "You are looking for death!"

"Bald donkey, how dare you kill someone from my Mo Shui Lou?"

The other eleven True Lords were all furious. At this moment, Soul Stealer suddenly shouted, "Shut up!"

She stared at Qin Xuan, and there was a trace of palpitations in her eyes.

Not only that, Li Xiangtao's pupils also trembled. He shouted, "Listen to my order, retreat quickly, and don't block the way!"

The two stared at Qin Xuan, looking at his slow steps, and every step seemed to step on their hearts.

With just one palm strike, the two men were extremely wary of Qin Xuan, and they were even more wary of the aura emanating from Qin Xuan's hands and feet.

He walked slowly forward alone, facing the sixty or seventy cultivators and twenty True Lords present, but he seemed to have a silent message.

Anyone who stops me will die!