Rebirth of the Urban Madman

Wang Xian'er's heart was about to break when the words came to his ears. The pores of his body expanded, and a sense of fear and coldness spread throughout his body.

At the critical moment, Wang Xian'er suddenly turned around and changed his body shape abruptly. The double-yuan poison palm actually slapped the Eternal Sword.

After such a reversal of body shape, even Wang Xian'er couldn't help but groan, blood flowed from the corners of his mouth, his face turned pale, and the mana in his body was extremely chaotic, like a thousand horses galloping, shaking his internal organs and damaging his meridians.

Despite this, Wang Xian'er did not hesitate. His palms were as black as ink, and he met the cold edge.

If he hadn't done so, I'm afraid that this sword would have pierced his chest.

Even if he practiced for hundreds of feet, if he was hit in the vitals, he would be seriously injured if not dead. But he couldn't figure out how this Qing Emperor deceived everyone and could actually change his position.

Boom!

The tip of the Eternal Sword collided with the Yuandu Palm, and suddenly, a sound of sword piercing flesh and bones was heard, and Wang Xian'er's inky black palms were cut off by the sword energy at this moment.

"Ah!"

At this moment, Wang Xian'er's eyes were full of blood. His palms were cut off, and the pain almost drove him crazy.

He looked like a demon, and his face was hideous, which was even more unbelievable.

His palms were tempered like fine steel, and they were hard to be penetrated by gunfire and swords. Now they were cut off by the opponent's sword?

Wang Xian'er had a feeling in his heart that the figure in front of him was completely different from the Qing Emperor who had fought before, and became more terrifying. The sword seemed to be unmatched and hard to resist.

Just as Wang Xian'er was shocked, the Eternal Sword had already emerged like a dragon.

A cold light suddenly fell on the power of the earth immortal that Wang Xian'er had blasted out.

Boom!

With a muffled sound, the sword light was like a dead tree, destroying the power of the earthly immortal in an instant.

The sword pierced through the body, and in an instant, the whole world was silent.

The bright moon was in the sky, but it could not hide the blood on the sword.

Wang Xian'er's body was stiff, and he was full of disbelief. Looking at the faint cold light on his chest, he seemed to see the bright moon in the sky and the endless night stars from the sword.

His body was stiff, and suddenly, his body burst out with unparalleled earthly immortal power, surging in all directions. The surrounding earth was turned into powder in an instant, and cracks spread.

"This is impossible!" He roared, looking at the immature figure standing still, but his mouth was full of blood, which kept overflowing.

The heroes and strong men looked at it stupidly. They looked at the half of the sword tip piercing through the body and Wang Xian'er's vitality retreating. In an instant, the heroes were terrified.

"Wang Xian'er, actually lost!"

"How is it possible that Senior Wang actually lost!"

"Oh my god, after hundreds of years of cultivation, he lost to an eighteen-year-old man."

"Is this the Green Emperor? Killing the immortal under the bright moon!"

At this moment, the heroes were extremely shocked and looked at the figure under the bright moon in horror.

At this moment, the winner and loser were decided, and life and death were determined.

Wang Xian'er, who had been high above, went to Shennong to take wood and climbed Shennong to take rare treasures, was actually pierced through the chest by a sword on the top of Mount Tai under the bright moon!

Qin Xuan's pupils were as deep as the night sky. He looked at Wang Xian'er quietly, and looked at the darker pupils of Cangmao. He never said a word.

Without the posture of a winner, without any joy, he just slowly drew out the Eternal Sword, accompanied by blood like a spring, drops of blood dripping from the Eternal Sword, and his posture was like an immortal.

This sword is called Huanyun!

On the top of Mount Tai, there was already a dead silence, with only the bright moon and the surrounding wonders, but it was hard to hide the divine appearance of this person.

Wang Xian'er only roared, and then he could no longer hide his defeat. His face had already lost all color, his lips were as white as snow, and he trembled slightly, but it was difficult for him to speak again.

He exhausted all his strength and looked up at the sky. Under the bright moon in the sky, there were also seven-color lights flashing wildly, colliding with the two golden lights.

Wang Xian'er laughed miserably, his eyes never closed, and the whole person stood on the top of Mount Tai with a broken hand, no longer having any life.

Along with Wang Xian'er's death, the seven-color longhorn beetle that had been constantly attacking the big and small Jin'er in the air suddenly shone brightly, seven colors like a rainbow, illuminating the top of Mount Tai.

A shrill scream resounded on Mount Tai, and in an instant, the seven-color longhorn beetle seemed to be on fire, the fire was seven colors, and its tiny eyes were bloodshot at this moment.

Boom!

A seven-colored rainbow light had already swept across the night. It no longer attacked the big and small Jin'er, but rushed straight to Qin Xuan, as if to avenge Wang Xian'er. The seven-colored flame was the essence in its body, burning like a meteor falling into the world, bursting into the final splendor.

Qin Xuan looked at the seven-colored longhorn beetle, his eyes as always.

"Well, since you want to go with him, I will do as you wish!"

On the Eternal Sword, a thunderous sword chant suddenly sounded, and the sword energy seemed to cut the night into thousands. In an instant, the Eternal Sword had already swept across the seven-colored longhorn beetle.

The flames went out, and theThe body of the seven-colored longhorn beetle was cut into several pieces in an instant. Qin Xuan looked indifferent. The big and small Jin'er screamed in the air, passing through the night and the remaining body of the seven-colored longhorn beetle. In a few flashes of light, the seven-colored longhorn beetle's body was completely devoured by the big and small Jin'er.

The two innate Gu screamed to the sky, and the golden light on their bodies increased sharply. Indistinctly, there was a trace of golden airflow lingering, but it soon disappeared.

The big and small Jin'er flew back to Qin Xuan's shoulders, folded their wings, and then fell silent.

The heroes in the distance looked at this scene, and their faces were already dull.

Wang Xian'er actually died like this? The peerless strongman who once stood proudly above China, now died on Mount Tai, and his soul entered the underworld.

Even the seven-colored longhorn beetle disappeared and fell completely.

Before the battle on Mount Tai, how many people believed that the Green Emperor would lose, who would have thought that the final result would be so different.

From the beginning to the end, they could not see that the Green Emperor was exhausted at all. He used many magical powers, but the Green Emperor was still so calm, as if he had never used his full strength.

"Senior Wang, just died like this?" An old man was pale.

"The Green Emperor is too terrifying, he is simply unfathomable!"

"Looking at China, who else can be the opponent of this Green Emperor?"

"China... is going to have a peerless one!"

Countless voices rang in the hearts of the heroes and strong men. They looked at the towering figure, as if the green mountains were immortal and the immortals were alive.

"Qin Xuan, won!" Mo Qinglian smiled even more. She was in a state of mind and finally got what she wanted.

"Qin Xuan!" Xu Bing'er stared at Qin Xuan in a daze, as if obsessed.

"As expected, Green Emperor, from today on, China should respect one person." Jun Wushuang murmured, his eyes shining.

Su Qiao'er was silent, the starlight in her eyes disappeared, she looked at Qin Xuan, not knowing what to say.

Ning Ziyang was even more stunned. He remembered what Qin Xuan said before, that he would use Wang Xian'er to sharpen his body, and now... this Qing Emperor actually did so. If the wild words come true, can they still be called wild words?

A gleam of horror flashed in the eyes of Kunlun Xiaoxianzun, and Ji Yaoyue turned pale, looking at the figure in disbelief, "This is impossible. How can he, a mortal warrior, be so powerful?"

Ji Yaoyue roared in his heart, unwilling to believe this fact.

Qian Fugui laughed out loud and gave a thumbs up to the figure under the bright moon, "Qin Xuan, awesome!"

Qin Xuan stood proudly under the bright moon, but the Eternal Sword had never been retracted, and the sword had never left his hand.

Suddenly, a slender weapon that was like the night and blended into the night had torn through the night, cut off the moonlight, and hit Qin Xuan from behind.

A cold and sinister smile had quietly emerged on the top of Mount Tai, under the bright moon.