Rebirth of the Urban Madman

In the palace of Aosha Kingdom, Zhao Weiyuan stood in the garden at night.

A fragrance lingered in his nose. Someone came hurriedly beside him and whispered a few words.

Zhao Weiyuan's face suddenly changed, "What did you say? The imperial guards, who dares to move!"

There was a thousand rages in his eyes, and he had already thought of who did it.

"I dare!" A voice came from the sky above the garden and entered Zhao Weiyuan's ears.

I saw an old man wearing a python robe, looking at Zhao Weiyuan.

"I am the old King Wu, I meet the emperor!" The old man spoke respectfully, but did not salute.

Zhao Weiyuan's eyes suddenly became gloomy, "Uncle Wu Wang!"

"Weiyuan, you are really too foolish. For a love affair, you are willing to sacrifice your life. It is really outrageous. If my royal brother is still alive, how can you be so self-degrading?" The old man said in a cold voice, "At the beginning, I supported you to become the emperor of Aosha Kingdom, and I didn't let you sacrifice your life for a mere woman now."

"You should know that now, you are the emperor of Aosha Kingdom, you are the emperor of all people, and you are carrying the throne of Aosha Kingdom."

The old man's eyes were majestic, as if he was scolding.

Zhao Weiyuan's face became uglier and uglier. He looked at Wu Wang, "So, Wu Wang, you mobilized the guards to surround and kill Xu Yan?"

Facing this uncle Wu Wang, Zhao Weiyuan's face became extremely cold for the first time, and this coldness moved Wu Wang.

But he didn't care, and said calmly: "Wei Yuan, you are too young. Xu Yan should have disappeared with the Xu family long ago. You have given her a hundred years of life, which is already the limit."

"Don't let your own selfishness hinder the country's path."

He did not allow any doubt. The pressure of the Taoist Lord enveloped the garden, and he held a seal in his hand, so Zhao Weiyuan could not even transmit the message.

Zhao Weiyuan's eyes were almost filled with rage, "Zhao Xu! You made me the emperor, so that I could be a puppet? The imperial guards of the imperial city can only be moved by the emperor of Aosha, but you forged my order and moved the imperial guards."

"What a Wu Wang, what a supporter, what a father is still alive."

"Your own selfishness will ruin the country? Zhao Xu, I miss you for a hundred years, and you are my uncle. For a hundred years, I have turned a blind eye to the military and political power."

"Now, uncle Wang has done a good job, so good!"

Zhao Weiyuan laughed in anger, he looked at the Wu Wang who looked a little unnatural.

"Otherwise, the throne of Aosha will be given to uncle Wang? Now, I will write a volume of abdication edict and announce it to the world!"

"Bring paper and pen!"

Zhao Weiyuan shouted, and the man beside him suddenly changed his face.

"Your Majesty, don't do that!"

"Your Majesty, think twice!"

Until this moment, the face of the King Wu completely changed.

He had never thought that Zhao Weiyuan would be so resolute just for a small matter, but to save Zhao Weiyuan's life.

Become the emperor of Aosha?

What a joke, if he could do it, how could Aosha fall into Zhao Weiyuan's hands now?

Once the abdication edict is issued, the entire Aolai Kingdom, the princes and generals of the past, will have millions of soldiers and horses, and the swords will point directly at him, the King Wu Zhao Xu.

That is a dead end, how could Zhao Xu do it?

Now he is in Aolai Kingdom, second only to one person, and above ten thousand people. Those princes and generals of the past, who didn't respect him a little bit, including Emperor Zhao Weiyuan, had to be polite to him.

There are two ways of life and death, disaster and blessing, Zhao Xu naturally understands the pros and cons.

"Get out of the way, recall the guards, otherwise, I will issue an abdication edict!"

"Even if you killed Xu Yan, I will make you buried with her!"

Zhao Weiyuan slowly closed his eyes, "As for my life, I should have repaid the Xu family long ago. If the uncle wants to take it, then take it. I have arranged my affairs a hundred years ago. The third brother is as wise as me and can succeed the throne of Aosha Kingdom."

"You..." King Wu finally changed color, and he looked at Zhao Weiyuan in disbelief.

When he saw Zhao Weiyuan close his eyes, he knew he had to retreat.

The pressure of the Taoist Lord disappeared.

...

In front of the house, Changyan also noticed it. She opened her eyes and looked at the tens of thousands of guards in the distance, with a hint of sarcasm at the corner of her mouth.

"Zhao Weiyuan, you are still the most hypocritical person. My broken sword should have been cut off!"

Changyan murmured, and she turned into a long rainbow and soared into the sky.

"What are you doing, Senior Sister?" Qin Xuan stood with a sword in hand, facing Wanjia, and spoke lightly.

"Junior brother, Senior Sister has implicated you, leave, with Junior Brother's strength, you should be able to escape!" Changyan was a little reluctant, and smiled bitterly.

Qin Xuan couldn't help but smile leisurely when he heard it, and shook his head gently, "How can a mere Wanjia stop me, Senior Sister, leave it to me!"

As soon as the voice fell, he took a step forward in Changyan's eyes.

The Eternal Sword in his hand shook, and one became ten thousand.

Nixuan Sword Art, Ten Directions!

Ten thousand swords flew in the air, and the tens of thousands of guards were slightlyHe was stunned, looking at the ten thousand eternal swords in the air.

Qin Xuan made a seal in his hand and moved forward slowly.

"A small country, a mere ten thousand armors, is ridiculous!"

His voice was calm, and suddenly, the ten thousand swords in the sky changed dramatically, not falling, but forming a large formation.

Ten thousand swords, in the shape of Bagua, proudly overlooking the night, under the double moons, the cold light almost covered the imperial capital.

Qian, Zhen, Kan, Gen, Kun, Xun, Li, Dui!

Like a large formation, ten thousand swords crossed the sky, and the eight directions merged into one.

"Is that the Bagua trend!?"

The commander-in-chief of the imperial guards' pupils trembled slightly. He was a cultivator at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage, and he was naturally clear about the Bagua trend.

Ten thousand swords formed Bagua, covering the double moons and shining the night.

"Destroy!"

Qin Xuan uttered a word leisurely, and in an instant, the entire imperial city was shaking, and the night seemed to be torn into countless pieces.

The Eight Trigrams Ten Thousand Swords suddenly fell to the ground.

Tens of thousands of guards roared like thunder, soaring into the sky, almost exerting their full strength, turning into a pitch-black dragon, and rushing towards the Eight Trigrams Ten Thousand Swords in the sky.

It was as if the sword formation was slaying a dragon. In an instant, the Eight Trigrams Sword Light intertwined with the dragon.

The dragon was tumbling, with endless brilliant light, alarming the people of the imperial capital. I don’t know how many dignitaries woke up at night or during cultivation, looking up at the Eight Trigrams Ten Thousand Swords in the sky.

The dragon was tumbling, roaring and howling, gathering the power of tens of thousands of people, including the gods and the Nascent Soul cultivators, almost exhausting their full strength.

And Qin Xuan, with only one person condensing the spell, moved the Ten Thousand Swords into the Eight Trigrams, strangling the dragon.

It took almost a few breaths of time, and the dragon in the sky suddenly let out a whine.

The spiritual spell in Qin Xuan’s hand dissipated, and he looked at the dragon’s severed head faintly, which was pierced through by the Eight Trigrams Ten Thousand Swords.

"Junior brother, what kind of sword art is this?" Chang Yan, who was standing aside, had already been stunned, staring at the Bagua Ten Thousand Swords, and spoke in amazement.

Too horrible, one person with ten thousand swords, facing tens of thousands of guards, actually broke it?

On the ground, I don't know how many guards spurted blood from their mouths, and were seriously injured on the spot.

"The third style of the Nixuan Sword Art, Bagua!"

Qin Xuan smiled faintly, "Someone once used this sword art to kill millions of demons with one sword. I am only in the God Transformation Realm, and can only break these tens of thousands of ants!"

After the voice fell, Chang Yan looked at Qin Xuan in a weird way.

"Junior brother, do we have a stronger sword art?"

"Yes!"

"How many?"

"If you count carefully, there should be more than 100,000."

Ten thousand armors wailed, and there were only two people, a man and a woman...

Chatting and laughing!