Rebirth of the Urban Madman

On the Hun Tian Holy Mountain, Hun Tian Pengzun's eyes narrowed slightly.

"Who is this person in white!"

It knew the appearance of all the outstanding demon kings in the Holy Demon Star Realm, but it had never seen the person in white before.

"I don't know!" The Night Devouring Demon Peng trembled its wings lightly, "Father, don't worry. My brother's strength may not be weaker than mine. The Wind of Indestruction will kill all enemies!"

Hun Tian Pengzun frowned slightly. He also had confidence in his son, but for some reason, he felt a little uneasy.

In the Demon King Arena, many demon kings were already furious, and the little Saint Son Jin Peng went straight to kill Qin Xuan.

Only golden matter was faintly growing on its golden feathers.

That was the Wind of Indestruction, the Dao became real!

Among the Dao rules in the world, it is of the middle grade, which can destroy everything, even space, and can be easily erased and penetrated.

Dao rules below the middle grade can almost collapse at the touch of the Wind of Indestruction in the realm of transformation.

The fourth-grade treasures would probably be destroyed by it.

Moreover, this golden roc has the blood of the golden-winged roc. Although it is not pure blood, its speed is enough to leave the other demon kings behind by a million miles.

Even if it is Qin Xuan, who does not move the wind and thunder fairy wings, his speed may not be as fast as it.

After all, he is only at the peak of the lower grade of the Return to Void, and his Eternal Evergreen Body cannot compare to the real golden-winged roc.

In an instant, the golden roc has already rushed over, and Qin Xuan's eyes are like ancient wells, without any waves.

At the moment when the golden roc came, he slashed out with a sword.

Taichu Sword Tribulation!

He unified the ten styles of the Nixuan Sword Art into one and slashed out with this sword.

The fourth level of the five levels of the sword is the sword tribulation, and the power of the sword tribulation is not weaker than the middle-grade way.

What's more, the one who moved the sword was Qin Xuan.

In an instant, the golden roc was chopped away, and even the wind of indestructibility that had turned into reality was chopped off a little.

Qin Xuan ignored the anger of the Golden Peng, and his eyes had already swept over the thousands of Peng birds that were coming to kill him.

They would not let him fight alone with the Little Saint of the Golden Peng. If possible, it would not be too much to hit Qin Xuan hard and then let the Little Saint of the Golden Peng kill him.

"Get out of here!" The Little Saint of the Golden Peng was furious and roared.

It looked at Qin Xuan with only murderous intent in its eyes.

As the son of the Demon Lord, the Holy Son of the Holy Mountain, it was blown away one after another in this Demon King Arena. This is simply a great shame.

"Holy Son, the order of the Demon Lord, do not underestimate the enemy!"

Several old demon kings with high prestige in the Hun Tian Holy Mountain appeared beside the Little Saint of the Golden Peng, and slowly said, "The ancient demon order is of great importance. I hope the Holy Son will be patient!"

They looked at the Little Saint of the Golden Peng. No matter how strong or weak the white-clothed man is, the Demon King Arena cannot be lost.

Not at all. That was the order of Hun Tian Peng Zun. No one of the two thousand demon kings dared to disobey.

Even the little saint of Golden Wings had a look of shocking anger in his eyes.

How proud it was, but in the end, it had to swallow its anger.

The hearts of the old demon kings on the side were also like a heavy stone falling. The little saint of Golden Peng was too young. The world of cultivation was vast and boundless. No one could win in the face of unknown creatures.

What's more, since the creature in white did not come out of the demon king arena, it had its own confidence.

It's better to be cautious in everything.

It would be best if more than two thousand demon kings killed the white-clothed creature.

Even if it couldn't, the white-clothed creature would definitely be seriously injured. The little saint of Golden Wings would easily win if he took action again.

The old demon kings looked at each other, although, in their hearts, the second possibility was not very likely.

If more than 2,000 demon kings at the peak of Hedao can win, the prodigies on the Immortal List are no more than that.

But there is no such person in white among the prodigies at the Hedao level on the Immortal List.

More than a thousand Peng demons came towards Qin Xuan, covering the sky and the sun. Some of them were a hundred feet tall, some were a thousand feet tall, and some were ten thousand feet tall.

The demon fire became flames, the demon water became waterfalls, and the demon wind was like a knife...

In an instant, many demon kings' magical powers, like a rainstorm, bombarded Qin Xuan.

"It's considered cautious!"

Faced with such a terrifying attack, Qin Xuan was not surprised but laughed instead.

It seemed that those many magical powers and more than a thousand demon kings were just a breeze in front of him.

He shook the Eternal Sword in his hand lightly, and Qin Xuan seemed to have changed quietly, completely different from before.

The many spatial turbulences around him were suddenly shattered into nothingness at this moment.

Even behind Qin Xuan, a strange phenomenon appeared.

A green tree rose up to the sky, and became a hundred feet in size.

On this green tree, there were thousands of strange flowers.

In Qin Xuan's body, thousands of flowers swayed, and from these thousands of flowers, a trace of Taoism flew out, along Qin Xuan's meridians, into his hands, and into his sword.

At this moment, the Eternal Sword seemed to be wrapped in strange light and color, as if it had turned into thousands of colors.

Many magical powers descended, and in an instant, they enveloped the green tree phantom and Qin Xuan.

Boom!

The place where Qin Xuan was was in chaos.

Many magical powers gathered in one place, like a star exploding.The Demon King Arena was shaking crazily, as if it was about to explode.

More than a thousand peak demon kings, with their eyes fixed on the place that looked like a star explosion.

They saw the strange scene behind Qin Xuan, and also saw the colorful Eternal Sword, and they all felt a little palpitation and uneasiness in their hearts.

But so what! ?

The magical powers of more than a thousand peak demon kings descended, and even the Immortal Ape King might not be willing to fight hard.

This white-clothed man did not dodge or avoid, even if he did not die, he would definitely be seriously injured.

Some demon kings in the distance who were not in a hurry to take action shook their wings, they were a little lazy to take action.

More than a thousand peak demon kings took action, how could the white-clothed man survive?

Just as the demon kings were waiting for the aftermath to dissipate, a blazing sword light slashed out from the chaotic place in an instant.

A sword light instantly cut through the chaos, and even the many Peng birds had not yet reacted.

Even though, many of the Peng bird monster kings present were extremely fast.

Only a sword beam, a million feet long, came out of the sky and swept across the bodies of many Peng bird monsters.

Qin Xuan's figure also appeared from the chaos.

He held a sword alone, his white clothes intact, and quietly walked towards the thousands of Peng birds along the path of the sword.

Wherever he passed, it seemed that the sword intent was immortal, and those chaotic magical powers could not enter this path at all.

The next moment, in the extremely incredible and even terrified eyes of many monster kings.

Seven of the thousands of Peng birds that besieged Qin Xuan before had their bodies split in two.

Three of them survived without their demon pills and bones cut off.

At this moment, the monster blood was like a river, like a waterfall, pouring down, and there were Peng feathers, floating in the blood river waterfall.

Bang bang bang...

Accompanied by the falling of corpses, blood waves were set off.

Qin Xuan quietly stepped on the blood under his feet. With every step, the blood seemed to avoid his body and did not stain his shoes at all.

Qin Xuan looked at the terrified monsters, including the unbelievable little Saint Jin Peng, and smiled gently.

With one sword, he killed 982 monster kings of Hun Tian Holy Mountain!

He seriously injured 465!

Behind Qin Xuan, the green trees stood tall and thousands of flowers swayed.

This is my Qin Changqing's return to the void!

With this sword, thousands of flowers bloomed.

All the ways return to one!