Rebirth of the Urban Madman

As soon as that word fell, Qin Xuan's figure had completely disappeared.

The white-clothed man flashed in front of a demon king. Facing the demon king's ten-thousand-foot-long body, Qin Xuan only slashed with a sword.

Ten thousand ways return to one!

With one sword, the demon king was cut in two like a blade of grass.

The Bixi on Qin Xuan's waist was well prepared, and the Xuanguang Dragon-Slaying Gourd took it into it.

"Be careful!"

A demon king shouted angrily, and a shocking sound rang out.

Several great demon kings around Qin Xuan retreated instantly.

The strength of the human race in front of him was too terrifying. He could kill the Hedao demon king with one sword.

Could it be that he also became the Supreme?

"The upper-grade Dao rule, no, the fourth level of the sword, the sword tribulation... plus several kinds of upper-grade Dao power, no, dozens of kinds!"

A demon lord spoke, it was the white-feathered peacock, and the peacock's eyes were full of incredible.

This is its innate magical power, which can peek into the origin of the Tao, but in the sword light of Qin Xuan's ten thousand Taos returning to one, the eyes of the white-feathered peacock were actually bleeding faintly.

There are too many Taos, it is difficult to see them all, and it is beyond its magical power.

"Human race, do you think you can do whatever you want!"

Fusang Demon Lord shouted even more angrily, and it spit out the Golden Crow Immortal Fire again. In an instant, a ray of Hengyang rushed straight towards Qin Xuan.

Around Qin Xuan, the Holy Mountain Taichu slowly emerged and swallowed up all the Golden Crow Yang Fire of the Fusang Demon Lord.

At the same time, on the Emperor Mountain, the Candle Dragon roared to the sky.

The sound of the dragon's roar was like suppressing the world, and even the Candle Dragon Sky Python felt the suppression of the bloodline, and for a moment, it even forgot to attack.

Qin Xuan slowly reached out his hand and lightly touched it. The temperature of thousands of miles around him dropped to the extreme.

From the mouth of the Candle Dragon, a wisp of flame spewed out.

Primordial Holy Fire!

Even though Qin Xuan is only at the upper level of Return to Void, his rank is comparable to that of a semi-immortal.

This ray of fire even dimmed the light of the Candle Dragon, and the brilliance of the Holy Mountain Primordial was completely lost.

Even before the Fusang Demon Venerable could react, he was hit by this ray of fire.

In an instant, a huge fire ignited on the body of the Fusang Demon Venerable.

Many demon kings thought that the Fusang Demon Venerable was using his magical powers, and their eyes showed joy. The next moment, the Fusang Demon Venerable's wailing made all the demon kings, and even the demon lords, dumbfounded.

In the huge fire, the Fusang Demon Venerable, a pure-blooded three-legged golden crow, a great demon who controlled the golden crow's sun flame and the immortal fire, was like a tiny bird in the flames, screaming in pain, flapping his wings, and struggling.

Qin Xuan stepped on his feet again, and his figure disappeared.

He appeared in front of another demon king again, and slashed out with the Ten Thousand Daos Returning to One.

Sword out, demon kings fall!

Qin Xuan's figure disappeared as his corpse entered the gourd.

In just a few breaths, seven demon kings have perished under Qin Xuan's sword.

In almost one breath, Qin Xuan killed one or two demon kings at the peak of the Dao.

This scene made the kings stupid, and even made those demon-blooded ancient gods, true gods, and others feel as if they were in a dream.

In their eyes, those outer demon gods who could fight against them, or even those they could not, were like grass in front of the demon lord Qin Xuan.

Even if they were cutting grass, it might not be so easy.

"Is this the strength of the demon lord!?"

Bai Qiu murmured involuntarily, and he seemed to finally understand why Ju Tian and Han Ye respected Qin Xuan like a god.

Why, Ye Bao, could have nearly one billion lives here and lived in peace for ten years.

Why, this demon lord, in front of all the demon gods from outer space, dared to be so arrogant.

Not to mention Bai Qiu, the other demon blood masters were watching a miracle at this moment.

And in that battlefield, the killing never stopped.

The dragon blood mad lion rushed out from the depths of the earth, roaring, "What are you guys doing? Do you want this human race to slaughter the demon king at will!?"

It was furious. It was badly injured by Qin Xuan, a human race, but now, this white-clothed human race was so rampant and arrogant, and the other four pure-blooded demon lords didn't stop it?

Suddenly, its eyes were stunned. He saw the Fusang demon lord whose feathers were burned by the Taichu Holy Fire.

Looking at the Zhulong Tianmang who was suppressed by the Zhulong bloodline, and the white-feathered peacock with bloody eyes.

And...

The branches and leaves of the Phoenix Blood Wood Demon that were constantly destroyed by wisps of purple air and were comparable to fourth-grade precious materials...

It's not that they didn't make a move, but they had already taken action. The white-clothed human race was still killing as if there was no one.

While the Dragon Blood Mad Lion was stunned, three more demon kings were killed under Qin Xuan's sword.

However, Qin Xuan also paused slightly.

Countless red branches and leaves that seemed to be infected by Phoenix blood were like thousands of spears piercing through and protruding from the void.

The Purple Mountain Hongmeng around Qin Xuan shook slightly, shattering all those branches and leaves.

There were still twenty-one demon kings left, and Qin Xuan had also slashed out nearly fourteen swords and ten thousand paths before.Return to One.

Nine points of the mana in his body had been extracted, and the remaining power was almost only three swords.

Qin Xuan slowly put away the Eternal Sword. He looked at those terrified demon kings with bodies of thousands of feet and tens of thousands of feet, who looked at his eight-foot body like a demon. In an instant, the purple mountain sank into his body.

At this moment, the golden pattern of the Eight Desolate Battle Body seemed to turn into a strange purple color condensed by countless purple air.

Qin Xuan's hair was even more excited.

The body did not move, but the surrounding space had already exploded.

Immediately, a mountain appeared between Qin Xuan's eyebrows.

If this mountain is magnified a billion times, you can see that on this mountain, there are endless Dao rules, endless magical powers, and endless fairy patterns...

Dao Yue Hun Yuan!

The three great emperors reappeared in the world.

Qin Xuan stepped on his feet, and a sound like a phoenix rose in his body.

The Immortal Land Wan Huang Emperor, childhood supernatural power, soaring to the sky!

Qin Xuan's figure appeared in front of a demon king, his eyes were calm, and he pointed his finger.

In an instant, a thread swept across the demon king with a body of thousands of feet.

In an instant, the demon king, at this moment, seemed to be cut into countless pieces, and only a strand of thread slowly returned to Qin Xuan's hand.

The magical power created by the Tianji Demon Emperor when he first entered the Immortal Land, the Broken Sky Thread!

When a demon king died, Qin Xuan's figure had already dissipated, yes, he had already appeared in front of another demon king.

The Broken Sky Thread swept across his demon body and cut it into thousands.

Under the soaring sky, the speed and reaction of the remaining twenty demon kings, in Qin Xuan's eyes, were like a toddler's toddling.

Hunyuan Daoyue, a gathering of many great emperors' ways and supernatural powers.

With only two types, Qin Xuan seemed invincible. Every time his figure disappeared, a demon king was killed.

In the eyes of those demon kings and ancient gods, it seemed as if nineteen Qin Xuan appeared at the same time, holding silk in their hands. Then, the demon kings opposite Qin Xuan were chopped into countless pieces, and the demon blood filled the sky.

The nineteen demon kings died, and the time, in fact, was only a breath.

In one breath, nineteen demon kings at the peak of the combined path were killed.

The only tiger demon left.

With fear in the pupils of the five demon lords, Bai Rao was even more unable to close his tiger's mouth.

The nineteen residual images were all broken, and Qin Xuan stood quietly in front of Bai Rao.

His eyes were indifferent and calm, looking at Bai Rao, who once looked down on him as inferior to Fusang Demon Lord in Bai Tianxing.

Qin Xuan did not take action, he just glanced at Bai Rao lightly and spoke slowly.

"Is this the care you mentioned in the past!?"

Qin Xuan turned slightly and faced the remaining four demon lords, as well as the Fusang demon lord who was severely injured by the Taichu Holy Fire and escaped with all his strength, no longer magical.

"No more than that!"