Rebirth of the Urban Madman

Ao Xuan felt like he was going to be pissed off. The human race was so arrogant.

One of the seven holy demons of Wan Yao Holy Mountain, and a real dragon, would be severely injured by a guy who had not even entered the Mahayana realm?

If the real dragon does not show its power, do you think I am a worm! ?

"Human race, I will let you use your sword. If you can hurt me with this sword, I will take the initiative and produce a dragon bone relic!"

Ao Xuan's voice rumbled, and a terrifying light bloomed in his eyes.

Qin Xuan stood quietly with a sword in his hand.

There was no sadness or joy in his eyes.

Quietly, his eyes slowly closed, as if he was remembering his previous life.

...

In the green woods, there seemed to be a paradise.

An old man with a white beard was holding a wine gourd and fell drunk on a boulder.

He looked down at Qin Xuan, who was sitting cross-legged and meditating.

"Boy, although you have mastered the sword tribulation, you may not be able to reach the Mahayana sword easily!" The old man was known as the Sword Master and was known as the number one swordsman in the world of cultivation.

Qin Xuan slightly opened his eyes and said lightly: "The Five Elements Secret Realm is about to open, and there are immortal veins to fight for. If the sword is not in the Mahayana, I can't be sure!"

The Sword Master looked at Qin Xuan and muttered: "If I didn't owe you a favor, I wouldn't guide you, little guy!"

He rolled down from the boulder and walked around Qin Xuan.

Then, Sword Master put his hands behind his back and shook his head, saying: "The five realms of the sword path, sword intention, sword domain, sword path, sword calamity, and great success!"

"The first four levels can be achieved by countless sword cultivators in the world of cultivation, but only the last great success, even some sword cultivators who have become immortals may not be able to enter it!"

"Of course, this Sword Master is the peerless Sword Master, different from those idiots!"

"Sword intention is momentum, sword domain is shape, sword path is the way, and sword calamity is emotion." Sword Master said slowly: "Everyone has a different understanding, but in the eyes of this Sword Master, the first four levels of the sword path are just like this!"

Qin Xuan opened his eyes, thinking.

"But Mahayana is different. Mahayana is both a force and a form, and it is also a path and a feeling!"

Sword Master pretended to be deep and said: "The so-called Mahayana is the ultimate power that a sword cultivator can exert when everything is perfect!"

"A little less, it is not the ultimate!"

Qin Xuan frowned, "Sacrificing life for a blow? It can't be called Mahayana, right?"

Sword Master's face froze, and he jumped in anger, "Boy, you are really stupid, I really don't know how you can understand the sword tribulation!"

"There are still 30 years before the Five Elements Secret Realm is opened. The Mahayana realm cannot enter that place. This Sword Master can't help you!"

Sword Master stared at Qin Xuan, and finally said fiercely: "I'll give you a word, understand it yourself!"

"Return to oneness for life, then it is Mahayana!"

...

Wan Yao Holy Mountain, above Yinglong Holy Mountain

Ao Xuan frowned and looked at Qin Xuan, "Human, are you gathering strength? Or are you preparing some kind of magical power!?"

"It's just a first-grade magical power. You can't hurt me if you enter the Mahayana realm!"

He didn't care. The gap between the Hedao realm and the Mahayana peak was too big.

Even if Qin Xuan was a peerless genius, he was also a real dragon in the starry sky.

Suddenly, Qin Xuan's eyes opened, and the Eternal Sword in his hand seemed to make a subtle sword sound at this moment.

In the body, the Five Mountains moved together, and thousands of stars appeared together.

Around Qin Xuan, strands of sword energy were almost condensed into substance.

Each sword was different, but seemed to be exactly the same.

Swords, one after another, quietly floated behind Qin Xuan, and finally, there were more than 3,600.

Ao Xuan's face changed, he seemed to have sensed something, as if he was facing a great enemy.

The next moment, the more than 3,600 swords behind Qin Xuan turned into rays of light and sank into the Eternal Sword.

"This is..."

Ao Xuan spoke, his pupils suddenly shrank like needles.

The next moment, he roared, "The power of time!"

Immediately, his body changed, and he instantly turned into a demon body, a ten-thousand-foot Yinglong, appeared on the top of the Holy Mountain.

The power of time was shattered around him, and a pair of dragon wings were like covering the starry sky.

The dragon scales were indestructible, as if immortal.

The head of the giant dragon looked down at the white-clothed man holding the sword, and in his dragon eyes, endless waves seemed to have been set off.

The power of time, the Mahayana sword way!

This is the Mahayana sword way!

Damn, this human race actually realized the Mahayana sword way! ?

How is it possible!

Ao Xuan was shocked at this moment. Mahayana swordsmanship was the pinnacle of human sword cultivation. Even in the past tens of millions of years, no one could master Mahayana swordsmanship.

The most well-known Mahayana swordsman in the human race was the sword master in the Supreme Sword Tomb.

One person and one sword had once suppressed the immortal veins.

This human in the Hedao realm actually mastered the Mahayana swordsmanship! ?

Not only Yinglong, but the six holy demons in Queyu Holy Mountain seemed to have noticed it and turned their heads suddenly.

In the Wan Yao Holy Mountain, dozens of eyes quietly opened and looked at the holy mountain where Ao Xuan was.

Qin Xuan's eyesLooking at Ao Xuan calmly, he slowly took a step forward.

One step, as if it was a world away, appeared behind Ao Xuan.

Behind him, Ao Xuan's body seemed to be frozen.

In Qin Xuan's hand, the Eternal Sword slowly returned to his waist, and he looked forward.

All life is one, and it is Mahayana.

What is a life? Qin Xuan's eyes seemed to be peeping into his past, all kinds of past lives, and the eternity of time.

More than two hundred years in this life, today is here.

Everything is what he, Qin Changqing, has experienced, what he is sad about, what he has endured, what he is attached to, what he cannot bear... All kinds of things are the years that he, Qin Changqing, has walked through in his life.

This sword is not the way of the sword, but his past life and two lives.

This is his, Qin Changqing, the sword of Mahayana!

One sword, ask Changqing!

Behind him, in an instant, flesh and blood were torn apart. A sword mark appeared on the left side of Ao Xuan's ten thousand-foot dragon body, from front to back, a full six thousand feet.

Dragon scales, broken three thousand!

Ao Xuan even looked up to the sky and groaned in pain, shaking the holy land of ten thousand monsters and alarming ten thousand holy mountains.

The six holy monsters all tore through the void and appeared here.

They looked at this scene, looked at the huge cracks on Ao Xuan's body, all of them changed their faces suddenly, and their pupils shrank to the extreme.

Qin Xuan turned around slowly, he looked at Ao Xuan who was severely injured by a sword, this peak Mahayana realm, the immortal vein Yinglong.

"You said that the immortal vein is unpredictable and cannot be insulted lightly!"

"You said that in this era, heroes are competing for supremacy and geniuses are emerging frequently!"

Qin Xuan's voice was calm, standing with his hands behind his back, wearing a white robe, facing the seven holy monsters directly.

"A leaf blocks my vision, it's not me, Qin Xuan!"

"It's you who think your immortal veins are so high and mighty."

"In my eyes, the so-called immortal veins are nothing more than that. The so-called unpredictable is nothing more than a wave in shallow water in my eyes. The so-called unshakable can only be cut by a sword!"

He still looked calm, calm as if he looked down on the world, all living beings were like ants to him, and as if he was looking down at the starry sky, the endless stars were like dust.

"An era where geniuses frequently appear!?"

"It's just a joke, this era..."

Qin Xuan's voice was indifferent, and he said slowly: "Only me, Qin Changqing!"