Rebirth of the Urban Madman

Yimeng Palace, the ruins of the sword.

Qin Xuan looked at the Sixth Jingshui, he stopped asking questions, and instead, with a thought, the swords around him shook.

Qin Xuan borrowed the power of the Supreme Divine Pattern, and the Emperor's Mind entered the thousands of broken swords here, and comprehended the will of the sword.

He was not good at swordsmanship, but his comprehension was unparalleled.

This can be seen in the Immortal Emperor Palace in the past.

The Green Emperor Sword, the Longevity Sword Art, and the swords broke all methods.

Qin Xuan engraved every sword style in the broken sword in his memory.

His Emperor's Mind was practicing, comprehending the sword meaning and sword style, cultivating its form, comprehending its power, and obtaining its true meaning.

At this moment, all things in the world were no longer in Qin Xuan's mind.

All distracting thoughts were gone, and only the thousands of swords were practicing in his mind.

Sixth Jingshui was on the side, she looked at Qin Xuan comprehending the sword, with a faint smile on the corner of her mouth.

This sword of the Dream Palace was not in her eyes, and even if it was cultivated, it was only the sword art of the Emperor Nine Realm.

The sword art of the Emperor Nine Realm was insignificant in front of her, not to mention her Sixth Jingshui, even the real Dream Palace God King.

Moreover, in terms of strength, the Dream Palace God King was indeed not weak, otherwise, he would not have achieved impressive results on the road to immortality.

Unfortunately...

Sixth Jingshui looked at Qin Xuan, even the Dream Palace God King, and finally fell outside the road to immortality.

He did have immortality, but even if his life span was endless, it did not mean immortality.

His sword was broken on the king's land. Even if Qin Xuan cultivated it, what would it matter?

That battlefield, even if Sixth Jingshui entered it, she might not be able to come back.

"Have you activated the God of Time? You have wasted the power of the Supreme God Pattern so much, and you are ready to go back?" Sixth Jingshui looked at the white clothes, and she slowly turned her head.

She looked at the royal land, lost in thought.

No one knew what she was thinking. At this moment, the four or five-year-old girl was filled with endless loneliness.

Seventeen thousand years ago, she was the Supreme, and for seventeen thousand years, she was alone.

There was one thing she was not wrong about. In these seventeen thousand years, only the Sixth Yunli could bring her a little interest.

Watching the Sixth Yunli create an era outside the royal land, and then she would take action to destroy the eras created by the Sixth Yunli.

The stupid guy looked calm, but in fact, he was furious, which made her feel very interesting.

"It's been almost ten years. My true spirit has awakened and will soon recover!"

"That stupid guy Yun Li should also recover soon!"

"It's been less than a hundred years, and we've met several times. It's really interesting. In the past, unless I destroyed her blood and sweat, she wouldn't come out to see me!"

The Sixth Jingshui murmured softly. The mutual hatred between her and the Sixth Yun Li was not caused by fighting again and again, but seemed to have an earlier source.

Years passed by.

In Yimeng Palace, the Eternal Sword Spirit was sitting cross-legged.

All around, wisps of sword intent gathered around him.

There seemed to be a trace of pain on the face of the Eternal Sword Spirit. These sword intents were tempering and tempering his body.

For him, every wisp of sword intent was a giant hammer that hit him.

However, in the past, he tempered the sword body, but this time, he tempered himself, the sword spirit.

The sword is a weapon, and the sword spirit is the spirit of the weapon!

In fact, when the Eternal Sword was broken, the sword spirit was constantly cultivating its own way.

He is a spirit body, even as a sword, he has his own sword way.

As Qin Xuan has experienced bloody battles until now, and even wandered in the fairyland in the past, he has already had some signs of exploring the way forward.

But after all, he is a sword spirit, he is a soldier, what he needs is suitable for Qin Xuan and the emperor to attack.

What he needs is to be able to break everything, to cut off all the ways, and to cut off all things in the world.

But Qin Xuan's words made the Eternal Sword Spirit make a complete decision.

He is a sword, a spirit of a soldier, but he also has his own way.

The emperor has never blamed him.

The great way is to walk alone, which is the way that the emperor has always given others.

"After accompanying the emperor for many years, Eternal, it is time to choose a way!"

Suddenly, the Eternal Sword Spirit suddenly opened his eyes, and the many sword intentions in his body were shattered at this moment.

In the entire Yimeng Palace, many broken swords were constantly shaking and trembling. The sound of sword chants was like the roar of dragons. Above the entire Yimeng Palace, it was like the long chant of thousands of dragons.

Even Qin Xuan couldn't help but open his eyes at this moment.

He looked sideways at the location of the Eternal Sword Spirit with a dim gaze.

But he saw that in the Yimeng Palace, the endless swords rushed to the location of the Eternal Sword Spirit as if they had received an order.

There was a terrifying Dao fire burning around the Eternal Sword Spirit.

Every ray of flame was made of the Dao.

"Your sword is interesting!" The Sixth Jingshui said, and flew into the air along the broken sword, like a rainstorm, rushing into the DaoIn the fire.

Qin Xuan's eyes were calm, but the corners of his mouth slightly curved, revealing a faint smile.

"If we find the way forward, the sword spirit will finally have a place to live!"

"Even if this emperor is not here, he knows where to go!" Qin Xuan seemed to be happy for the Eternal Sword Spirit.

"The great way of the weapon is to forge the sword body with the weapon!" The Sixth Jingshui said lightly: "I am looking forward to this sword, it should be unique!"

"It is not uncommon for the spirit of the weapon to cultivate the Tao, but few people are willing to let the spirit of the weapon in their hands cultivate the Tao." The Sixth Jingshui glanced at Qin Xuan, "Different ways, there must be differences!"

"Even the sword in your hand is different from yours. If you fight for life and death, it will be a big trouble!"

"Changqing, you will understand this truth!"

Qin Xuan chuckled, "Why? This emperor can't kill the enemy without a sword in his hand?"

"Just a joke!"

The Sixth Jingshui heard Qin Xuan's slightly arrogant words and said no more.

Qin Xuan looked at the sword spirit forging the body, and his eyes closed again.

In this dream palace, he has cultivated the meaning, way, and style of ten thousand swords and mastered the essence of it.

Using the power of the supreme divine pattern, he sealed the time in it for three hundred years and cultivated ten thousand swords.

Next, he should use the sword in his hand to break the ten thousand swords, so that Qin Changqing can achieve the sword magic.

The power of the supreme divine pattern is not much left.

At most, this place can be sealed for another hundred years, and it should be exhausted.

In the outside world, it should be only a year. If nothing unexpected happens, it will still be in time for the immortal divine channel.

"Don't worry, the immortal divine channel will take another half a year!"

"It's still in time to exhaust the power of the supreme divine pattern and then leave the king's land!"

The sixth Jingshui suddenly spoke, as if she understood Qin Xuan's intention.

Qin Xuan did not respond, his whole heart was in breaking the sword.

"Meng Gong is also one of my registered disciples!"

"I created the Nine Thousand Dream Realms. He cultivated for nine thousand lifetimes and practiced the Nine Thousand Swords!"

"In the last lifetime, the Nine Thousand Swords of the Nine Thousand Eras returned to one, and he entered the road of immortality!"

The Sixth Jingshui chuckled, "He is the Nine Thousand Swords returned to one, but you have to break the Nine Thousand Swords to stand. If Meng Gong is still here, it will be very interesting to clash with the swords."

As he said, the Sixth Jingshui shook his head and sighed, "What a pity!"