Rebirth of the Urban Madman

The world seemed to be dead silent.

From the Immortal Lord to the Heavenly Priest, all were speechless, looking at the thousand-mile arena.

The former Heavenly Priest, the envied Golden Immortal, fell!

A former Heavenly Priest who was enough to sweep the younger generation of the Great Wilderness State, now fell in front of them.

The one who killed him was the fourth-turn Golden Immortal!

Qin Xuan!

I'm afraid that among those present, only Qin Xuan had the same expression.

He glanced at Guo Weng, waiting for the announcement of the winner.

"Qin Xuan, win!"

Guo Weng came back to his senses under Qin Xuan's gaze, and his voice contained too many emotions.

Five wins and zero losses, if you can get all ten wins, you can enter the final competition directly.

Qin Xuan once again sacrificed the Hunyuan Order in his hand, and his figure gradually blurred.

In the room, Qin Xuan's white clothes fell lightly.

Guo Weng followed.

"Want to fight again?"

"Why not?"

Qin Xuan and Guo Weng looked at each other, and then, with Guo Weng's expected expression, hundreds of rays of light rose into the air, allowing Qin Xuan to choose.

Qin Xuan waved his hand, captured a ray of light, and fell directly in front of Guo Weng.

He did not look back, and directly sacrificed the Hunyuan Order, opened another big competition, and waited for a fight.

"Is he going to be invincible?"

"Fourth turn golden immortal, invincible?"

Guo Weng muttered to himself, his eyes full of horror.

...

In the fairy world, Qin Xuan won five consecutive battles against the Guo family's saint competition, and waves gradually rose in various places in the fairy world.

In the central region, the death aura was soaring. This was an empty city, but above it, it was covered with dark clouds, and there were faint ghosts crying and gods howling, and resentful souls roaring.

In front of this city, a gray-haired Taoist priest quietly watched this scene.

"No wonder it's so terrible that so many people are dying!"

The old Taoist looked at the scene quietly. He recited the scriptures and spent three hours to help the city overcome the resentment.

Until a ray of light fell from the dark clouds through the golden clouds and landed in a place in the city.

Afterwards, the resentment in the entire city dissipated.

The resentful souls were collected by a jade butterfly in his hand.

The old Taoist looked at the jade butterfly and said softly, "If you want to be born, you can be born. Why should you be the food of the ancients in this world?"

"How can the ancients be so presumptuous!"

A trace of anger seemed to pass through the black pupils.

Under the figure of the immortal, there was a faint rise of clothes and fluttering of gray hair.

Afterwards, he jumped up and traveled a million miles, and finally found a person in a dark valley.

This is the ancient Tianjiao, the third level of Hunyuan, who was covered with bloody evil spirits.

There are eyes on his forehead, shoulders, and chest, a total of six eyes, bursting with blood light, as if to annihilate everything.

"Blood Luo evil clan!"

The old Taoist priest spoke slowly, he exhaled a breath of white air, faintly transformed into three incarnations.

"You will die here!"

Boom boom boom...

In an instant, the deep valley was broken, there was a light reaching the sky, and there was a fierce roar, resounding in the world.

After a full hour, the war was finally over.

The old Taoist priest lifted the head of that person into the air, spanning thousands of miles, and hung in front of a city.

Using the power of Hunyuan as a pen, he wrote a line of big characters.

"Those who slaughter the world should be punished!"

At the end of this line of characters, there is a line of small characters.

"Immortal Venerable, Yuanyang stay!"

...

Northern Territory, in front of the Xiao family's sword cliff.

Xiao Wusheng looked at the brilliant figure that towered over the end of the sky.

This person was covered in red clouds, shining brightly, and he changed the color of the world.

"Ancient Fire Saint Clan, the fourth level of Hunyuan?"

Xiao Wusheng sat cross-legged, looking at the former ancient prodigy who came to challenge and was invincible.

Xiao Wusheng did not move, but the sword in front of him had already rushed out of the world, and a sword light seemed to cut through the world and tear apart the red clouds in the sky.

Half an hour later, a sword returned to Xiao Wusheng.

A trace of blood flowed from the corner of Xiao Wusheng's mouth, and his eyes sank slightly.

"It's just the fourth level of Hunyuan, but it can hurt me so much. If it's the sixth level of Hunyuan, or even the half-saint, wouldn't it be a sure defeat!?"

He grasped the sword in front of him and looked at the sword body.

The edge of the sword seemed to reflect his eyes.

Xiao Wusheng sighed deeply and jumped off the cliff.

He walked in the Xiao family as if nothing had happened, and the people of the Xiao family looked at him in awe.

"Martial Saint, victory is a good thing!"

An old man appeared out of thin air and looked at Xiao Wusheng.

He seemed to see Xiao Wusheng's uneasiness, sense of crisis, and sword-like pride.

"The sixth level of Hunyuan, I'm afraid I'm going to lose!"

Xiao Wusheng spoke in a concentrated voice, "Ancestor, the prodigy in the previous life was the prodigy, should I be weak in this life?"

The ancestor of the Xiao family was silent for a while, and he finally shook his head and sighed.

"Martial Saint, the great era is coming, and the fairy world is in turmoil!"

"It's not easy to be alone, let alone to fight for it!"

"In the ancient era, there were countless people who started from breaking"Walking out of the shattered era, he is the pride of the era."

The ancestor of the Xiao family looked at Xiao Wusheng and said slowly: "The world should not be weaker than the ancient times, but it does not mean that you, Xiao Wusheng, can defeat the ancient geniuses!"

"Martial Saint, you are too arrogant. If you don't change, it will be difficult to maintain this trend and enter the holy way!"

The ancestor of the Xiao family said no more, leaving Xiao Wusheng alone with a gloomy face.

Finally, he sighed and turned to walk towards the place where the sword was realized.

Just when he passed by a place, his eyes paused slightly.

"This is..."

Xiao Wusheng's eyes shook slightly, and he stepped on the ground and appeared in front of a huge stone.

"Immortal Venerable!"

"Greetings to Elder Xiao!"

Voices, slightly panicked and awed, sounded from all around.

Xiao Wusheng looked at the sword sharpening monument. With his immortal realm, how could he fancy a real immortal-level object.

"Where did you get this monument! ? "

Xiao Wusheng quickly retracted his gaze, not looking too deeply into it.

On the side, Xiao Xun and others were anxious.

Hearing Xiao Wusheng's words, Xiao Xun and others were even more terrified and said: "Elder, this is left by Bai Zun, to guide my Xiao family's swordsmanship!"

"But the sword intent in it hinders the elder's eyes? Xiao Xun, remove this monument immediately!"

Before Xiao Xun finished speaking, Xiao Wusheng flicked his sleeves and put the sword sharpening monument into his sleeves.

"Bai Zun!"

"The sword intent of this monument is actually in line with my swordsmanship. Although there is only sword intent in it, it seems to be deliberately paving the way for me!"

Xiao Wusheng muttered to himself, and his eyes fell on Xiao Xun and others.

"I will take this monument away, and I will compensate you! "

Xiao Wusheng said no more. He stepped on the ground and disappeared in the eyes of Xiao Xun and others like a sword rainbow, which made Xiao Xun and others look confused.

On the edge of the sword, Xiao Wusheng looked at the monument quietly.

Soon, his eyes fell on the monument, and his mind was evolving the scene of the white-clothed man with gray hair and a sword piercing the monument.

Around him, waves of sword intent rose to the sky and lasted for a long time.

After a long time, Xiao Wusheng opened his eyes, and the sword-sharpening monument in front of him was shattered and annihilated into nothingness in this glance.

The sword intent on it has been imprinted in his sea of ​​consciousness.

"Use this thing to preach, and it is almost nine points the same as my swordsmanship!"

"The return of the Xiao Xun clan to the Xiao family was his work, and the meaning of this sword also came from his hand!"

"If it is a coincidence, it is too coincidental. This person did it on purpose to pave the way for my swordsmanship! "

"Bai Zun!"

"I have never seen this person before. How did he know the way forward for me?"

At this moment, Xiao Wusheng's pupils kept shrinking.

"Who are you? "