Rebirth of the Urban Madman

Arrogant?

Qin Xuan did not deny it. He stood on the sea, the Eternal Evergreen Art spinning frantically in his body, devouring the scarce spiritual energy around him to replenish his body.

In the silent wind, Yue Long's laughter seemed to still permeate.

"Amitabha!"

Suddenly, Buddhist sounds rose one after another. In the sea and night, dazzling Buddha lights lit up, like gods and Buddhas standing in front of the towering green mountains. In the vast Buddha power, a towering Buddha image rose.

"Donor, the sea of ​​suffering is endless and it is time to turn back. The hatred is as deep as the sea and it will be nothing in the end. Why commit murder again?"

The voice heard by the great heavens was solemn, and the voice of persuasion lingered in all directions.

Yue Long laughed loudly, "Hahaha, monks from Pro Temple, whether to let go of this grudge or not is not up to you to decide. If everything is really empty, why are you here?"

Yue Long's laughter was rumbling, and his madness was exposed. The green mountain above his head seemed to be roaring endlessly.

"Alas!" Kong Wen sighed, "Don't blame me for this."

After the voice fell, Kong Wen's eyes suddenly widened, like two golden lamps, shining wantonly, and with a leap of his body, he stepped into the Buddha image.

The demon-subduing Arhat, who was transformed by the power of more than ten monks from Pro Temple, plus the power of this innate great heaven, a Buddha's palm like a mountain, fell on the green mountain.

Boom!

Endless air waves rippled around, and when the wind swept away the clouds, a crack appeared on the green mountain.

The towering green mountain that they had never broken even with their joint efforts was now cracked.

Star Emperor Su Muyu showed a happy expression on his face, and took advantage of the situation. His hands gathered great power, and a star map appeared behind him. Countless meteors flew out from it and fell towards the cracks of Qingshan.

The whole Qingshan collapsed at this moment, and the sea water within ten feet around the cruise ship rose to the sky, forming a water curtain to block everything.

In this water curtain, Yue Long smiled lightly.

"Get out!"

He waved his sleeves, and suddenly, the innate power that was like a huge wave blasted out with a force that almost swept the world. In an instant, Qingshan shattered into nothingness, but the power of this sleeve was fully released.

The originally hot Buddha's palm shattered inch by inch at this moment, turning into countless Buddha powers that disappeared, and then the entire Buddha collapsed, unable to withstand such a terrifying force.

Kong Wen's figure flew out quickly, retreating on the sea surface, retreating dozens of steps in succession. Every step he took made a huge dent in the sea water, and endless waves surged in all directions, like a flood.

"Brother!"

Kong Ming clapped his hands and landed behind Kong Wen. Feeling the vast power surging between his hands, his face suddenly changed, and he couldn't help but shouting, and then he caught Kong Wen.

As for the master monks of the Pro Temple, at the moment when the Buddha's image was broken, they all shot out quickly, their faces were pale, and blood flowed from the corners of their mouths.

They looked neither sad nor painful, but their breath was extremely weak. Some monks even had half of their feet submerged in the sea water.

However, the power of this sleeve still did not stop, but faced Su Muyu's endless meteors.

There were hundreds of meteors that were like missiles, but when they met the terrifying waves in the sky, they were completely annihilated and disappeared silently in the night.

"What?"

Su Muyu was shocked and looked at Yue Long who was standing still on the cruise ship in disbelief.

The power of one sleeve was so terrifying?

Is this still the innate power? Even the earthly immortals can't do better than this, right?

He was shocked, and not only that, but even the eyes of the immortal became extremely solemn. He took a deep breath and stepped out slowly.

After breaking the Buddha's image and the starlight, the terrifying power in the sky continued to rush to the sea. The whole sea seemed to be crushed as if a mountain was moving.

"Break!"

The old body of the immortal jumped into the air. He faced the overwhelming power and took a deep breath. The surrounding winds seemed to be swallowed by him one by one.

Boom!

A palm blasted out, without any innate power spilling out, only this palm, colliding with the vast and invincible power.

It was as if two mountains collided, the surrounding heaven and earth were trembling and shaking, as if thousands of thunders roared at this moment, and even made some people deaf.

When the wind was calm, the immortal slowly fell from the air, he retracted his palm and looked at Yue Long.

"Yue Long, the old hatred has been over for seventy years, must we decide life and death?" The immortal's voice was steady and heavy, "The blood feud will eventually come to an end. The death of that girl in the past was also my fault. Why should I involve the entire Chinese martial arts?"

"If you want revenge, I can die calmly alone!"

Su Muyu behind him looked a little embarrassed at this momentLook, his eyes fell on the palm of the Immortal Master, which was trembling slightly, and there was even a trace of blood dripping from the fingertips. His heart was extremely heavy.

Is there such a strong man in the world?

Su Muyu admitted that he could not defeat the Immortal Master, but this Green Lord Yue Long actually broke the image of the Demon-Subduing Arhat of the Pro Temple with one sleeve and broke his own Star Rain Map. Now, he actually injured the Immortal Master again.

Such strength is already difficult to call terrifying.

He seemed to understand why the Green Lord Yue Long was so calm. With such strength, how could he not be calm?

Yue Long's eyes became a little gloomy at this moment, and his breathing seemed to stagnate slightly.

"Do you want to die?"

At this moment, Yue Long showed his murderous intent without any concealment.

Seventy years ago, the death of his beloved was the pain of his life. Now that he was mentioned by the Immortal Master, it was as if the old injury broke out, causing the innate power of the always calm Yue Long to surge out. The steel on the cruise ship around him seemed to begin to twist and deform at this moment.

"Immortal!" Su Muyu's expression changed.

Kong Wen and Kong Ming's expressions became even more solemn. There was a Buddha rising behind them. They looked solemnly, fearing that Yue Long would suddenly attack.

"If death can relieve your hatred, then I am willing to wait for death with my hands behind my back!"

The voice of the Immortal was very calm, and his eyes were even calmer.

The world was stagnant at this moment. No one dared to speak. There was only the sound of the whistling wind and waves in their ears.

Yue Long suddenly smiled and said lightly: "What if you want to die? Yu'er can't come back!"

The white long skirt and the face that he could not forget for more than seventy years seemed to appear in front of him, and the murderous aura quietly dissipated.

Su Muyu breathed a sigh of relief, but the Immortal looked slightly bitter.

"Then, even if the Chinese martial arts are destroyed, that girl still can't come back!"

The immortal said deeply, "Why are you doing this?"

In the distance, the Seven Stars Heavenly Monarch was already injured, and his arm was cut off by a strong man from the Eight Qi Palace, and he was bleeding profusely.

The Yin-Yang diagram of the Black and White Heavenly Monarch was finally broken at this moment, leaving many deep wounds on his body that could be seen to the bone.

This was the third time that An Ning's Shura Buddha image was broken. When it condensed again, a streak of blood on her face, which was neither happy nor sad, was extremely glaring.

The situation seemed to be increasingly unfavorable to China. If they could still fight against these overseas strongmen with all their strength at the beginning, but now, under siege, the consumption of innate power in their bodies is more than twice that of those overseas strongmen? Even if they were connected to the world, they could not make up for this terrible consumption.

It seems that the innates of China are on the verge of defeat.

Nearly two hundred Chinese masters died, Xuanwu Tianjun died, Ning Ziyang and Miao Mei retreated with heavy injuries, and the entire Chinese martial arts world suffered the biggest blow since facing the eight powerful countries more than seventy years ago.

"Chinese martial arts?" Yue Long suddenly sneered, with undisguised sarcasm in his eyes, and sneered: "A mere Chinese martial arts, do you think I care?"

The immortal changed his face, "Then what do you think?"

Yue Long smiled, but did not respond. He took a step and actually flew in the air.

His eyes fell on the two Buddha statues in front of Kongwen and Kongming, and he smiled gently.

Suddenly, his figure disappeared, and when he appeared again, he had appeared on one of the Buddhas.

He pressed one hand on the top of the Buddha's head and exerted a little force.

Boom!

In an instant, the Buddha's image collapsed, as if crushed by a mountain. Kongming coughed up blood and was severely injured. He looked at the almost invincible figure in the sky in disbelief.

"Is this the Dharma of the Pro Temple? It's too weak!"

A voice with regret came slowly. Yue Long's eyes were like stars, quietly looking at the Chinese world where he had not returned for seventy years, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.