Rebirth of the Urban Madman

Outside the Three Thousand Demon King Arena, some onlookers were watching the battle in the Three Thousand Demon King Arena.

At this moment, more than a dozen Demon King Arena have already decided the winner of the Ancient Demon Order.

Tu Xian stood in the starry sky, she looked at the many Demon King Arena, her eyes stopped at the Demon King Arena where Qin Xuan was.

She did not speak, but just watched quietly.

Far away from Tu Xian, there was another white tiger standing in the starry sky.

If Qin Xuan looked at it, he would definitely find that this monster was Bai Rao from the Ten Thousand Demons Holy City.

Bai Rao looked at the many Demon King Arena with tiger eyes, it saw Li Qingniu, a little surprised, only to see that in the Demon King Arena, Li Qingniu was sneaky, occasionally taking action, a demon king of the Hedao was severely injured and had to leave.

It has sneak attacked hundreds of demon kings at the peak of the Hedao, but no one has discovered it, a green bull.

Its hooves are like ghosts, silent and silent.

Bai Rao turned around and looked at the other demon kings again until her eyes fell on Qin Xuan.

Bai Rao's eyes were shocked, and in just a moment, she recognized Qin Xuan's identity.

After all, the wave of her hand to destroy the Hedao demon king had a profound impact on her, especially the arrogant words she said afterwards, which made Bai Rao unforgettable.

"Little Saint of Jinpeng!" Bai Rao opened her mouth slightly and saw the Little Saint of Jinpeng opposite Qin Xuan.

Little Saint of Jinpeng stood in the demon king arena with more than 2,000 demon kings at the peak of Hedao.

Bai Rao shook her head slightly, with a hint of sarcasm in her eyes, "It's just arrogant talk after all. If you can't even get the Ancient Demon Order, how can you enter the Ancient Emperor Domain? Not to mention, can you compare with the Fusang Demon King?"

Bai Rao's eyes swept across a being like Hengyang, a three-legged golden crow, quietly dormant.

Soon, Bai Rao stopped paying attention to Qin Xuan.

With the help of the son of the Holy Mountain Demon Lord and more than 2,000 Demon Kings at the peak of the Hedao realm, that creature in white…

How could it win! ?

In the Demon King Arena, the little Saint Jinpeng had a fierce look on his face, and many of the more than 2,000 Holy Mountain Demon Kings were stunned.

There were still creatures that had not left! ?

Killing intent burst out from the eyes of the little Saint Jinpeng, "Looking for death!"

It gave Qin Xuan almost no chance to speak. Its body shook and turned into a golden light, as if it had traveled through time and space, and flashed in front of Qin Xuan.

In an instant, the Peng claw attacked Qin Xuan's chest directly.

Although it did not move its demon body and was only ten feet tall, it was large enough compared to Qin Xuan's eight-foot figure.

If this Peng claw fell, it would not be surprising if Qin Xuan was instantly split into four pieces.

Just when the Peng claw fell, Qin Xuan's expression was still as calm as water.

This Peng claw could penetrate even the tortoise shell of the Xuanwu bloodline before. It was so terrifying, but for him, it seemed nothing strange.

The moment the Peng claw fell, it froze three inches in front of Qin Xuan in an instant.

At this time, Qin Xuan's fist just emerged and appeared in the Peng claw.

Qin Xuan's punching speed was too fast, even surpassing the eyes of many Hedao demon kings. The demon kings only noticed it when the fist arrived.

In the collision of fist and claw, the space where Qin Xuan and the little golden roc saint were located collapsed instantly.

There was a trace of surprise in the eyes of the little golden roc saint. It looked at Qin Xuan, and the blood in its eyes became thicker.

Immediately, the Peng claw was about to close and cut off Qin Xuan's arm.

When the Peng claw closed, Qin Xuan took a step forward.

Immediately, from the shoulder blade, golden patterns lit up, and the Eight Desolate Battle Body opened. When it spread to the fist, there was a sound of dragon roar.

Boom!

Before the Golden Peng claws could close, Qin Xuan's fist exploded with unparalleled force.

The void collapsed again when he and the Golden Peng were together, and the collapse was a thousand miles long. There was chaos in the turbulent space.

There was also a golden light retreating, and the little Saint of the Golden Peng was blown away.

This scene shocked the faces of the more than 2,000 Hedao demon kings, and some demon kings exclaimed.

"Saint Son!?"

"How dare you attack the Saint Son? You're looking for death!"

A Peng demon attacked, and the little Saint of the Golden Peng was blown back. If they were indifferent, Hun Tian Peng Zun would definitely eat them as food after they left the Demon King Arena.

In an instant, two large Peng birds turned into demon bodies of a hundred feet, sweeping the world-destroying demon wind.

Qin Xuan raised his eyes slightly, looked at the two hundred-foot Peng birds, tapped his feet lightly, and then his figure disappeared.

Before the two hundred-foot-tall Hedao-level peak Peng birds arrived, Qin Xuan had already appeared in front of one of them.

He stepped on the Peng bird's back.

Boom!

The flesh and blood turned into mist, and the monster bones turned into nothingness.

It was as if Qin Xuan's kick was like a magic spear, piercing the Peng bird completely.

In the huge blood cave of dozens of feet, the flesh and blood, the monster bones, all turned into nothingness, and this kick even crushed the life of this Hedao-level peak monster king.

Qin Xuan didn't even look at the Peng bird., the figure disappeared again.

Another demon king at the peak of the Hedao was so frightened that his soul was scared out of his wits.

Who could have thought that the creature in white clothes was so terrifying that it could instantly kill the demon king at the peak of the Hedao! ?

Before it could react, Qin Xuan had already appeared on the head of the Peng bird.

At the same time, the Eternal Sword appeared in Qin Xuan's hand.

At this moment, the Eternal Sword had transformed into another form, which was different from before.

Immediately, Qin Xuan slashed with a sword, and the sword light, like thunder, instantly swept across the body of the hundred-foot Peng bird.

Puff!

The demon body of the Peng bird was instantly split, and blood gushed out like a waterfall.

Until the two peak Hedao Peng birds died, the entire Demon King Arena was in a dead silence.

More than two thousand Hedao demon kings were all extremely unbelievable.

In the distance, the little Saint Jinpeng had already stopped moving, his roar shaking the stars.

The blood waterfall fell, revealing the white robe holding the sword, not stained with blood, and the mask remained the same.

He held the sword in one hand, and two demon pills and life bones in the other.

Qin Xuan turned his palm and put the demon pills and life bones into the Xuanguang Zhanlong Gourd. His eyes swept over the more than 2,000 Hedao demon kings, and finally fell on the little Saint Jinpeng.

"Whoever escapes the demon king challenge can live!"

He only uttered seven words, his tone was calm, without the slightest madness.

But the madness in these words almost made all the demon kings present furious, especially the little Saint Jinpeng.

"You dare to block the way of this Saint Son? And you are so arrogant!"

"Today, this Saint Son will tear you into his stomach!"

The little Saint Son Jin Peng was extremely angry. He was humiliated by being knocked back by a punch. Now, this creature in white clothes dared to speak so arrogantly!

The roar of Jin Peng was heard, but Qin Xuan smiled lightly. He held the sword and looked at the more than 20 million Demon Saint Mountain's Hedao Demon Kings and the little Saint Son Jin Peng.

He was no longer the Qin Xuan who had just entered the Return to Void and had few Dao Seeds when he was in Xuantian Zhenzong.

Although it has not been long, at this moment, he is no longer the Wuxia Amon of the past.

Facing the rage of the little Saint Son Jin Peng and the more than 2,000 pairs of angry eyes.

Qin Xuan said softly, "My arrogant enemies have all died a long time ago!"

The Eternal Sword in his hand hummed.

"Now, how long can those who think I am arrogant and want to be my enemy live?"

Qin Xuan looked at the little Saint of Golden Roc, his eyes as calm as still water.

In his pupils, the body of the Golden Roc was reflected, as light as...

as a feather!