Rebirth of the Urban Madman

"Ah!"

Screaming and howling, in this mountain, it was like soaring into the sky.

Hong Luo's figure retreated for an unknown number of meters at this moment. She looked at her arm that had turned into blood mist, her face like an evil ghost Shura.

"How dare you do this!"

Hong Luo was completely crazy, and her eyes suddenly turned red.

Terrorous blood and demonic energy lingered from her body, like a witch in hell.

"Demon power!?"

Ling He's face suddenly changed. He looked at Hong Luo's figure and said in a lost voice: "Blood Swallowing Demon Power?"

He was a demon cultivator and knew about the Blood Swallowing Demon Power. It was a skill in the world of cultivation. It was said that it could swallow human blood and souls for its own use.

This Hong Luo actually practiced the Blood Swallowing Demon Power?

The Eight Desolate War Sect is not a demon sect!

The leader of the Eight Desolate War Sect is the abandoned disciple of the master of the Fighting Buddhist Temple.

"I'll kill you!"

Hong Luo's voice was full of madness at this moment. A disciple of the inner sect of the Eight Desolate War Sect, a descendant of the Yuanying True Lord, was actually so severely injured on this mortal planet that his arm turned into blood mist. Unless the limb regenerates, it is impossible to heal.

Hong Luo imagined what it would look like if she lost an arm, and the whole person fell into madness.

She didn't care who Qin Xuan was, let alone his strength.

Hong Luo had only one thought in her mind, and Qin Xuan's figure was reflected in her pupils.

"Kill him, extract his soul and refine his spirit, and let him suffer endless pain!"

Qin Xuan's expression was still calm, so calm that it was scary. Facing Hong Luo's madness, he seemed to be looking at an ant with a mind lost.

The blood was like a demon python, and the demon was like a dragon.

In this purple-black blood and demon, Hong Luo's figure came like a demon shadow and appeared in front of Qin Xuan.

The blood pattern of the Eight Desolate War Body was filled, and at this moment it was more like Shura, strange and bright red.

The punch was like a raging wave, enough to destroy mountains and peaks.

Hong Luo used his remaining arm to gather the blood and magic power in his body and blasted out.

When the punch was thrown, the ground behind Qin Xuan had already cracked inch by inch, and the wind from the punch hit the ground, and actually blasted a huge dent in the ground.

Qin Xuan's feet were suspended in the air, never sinking, facing Hong Luo's punch.

He just stretched out his palm, as if pinching the breeze.

Boom!

The air wave rushed into the sky and dispersed the clouds.

But Hong Luo was stunned, she looked at Qin Xuan with madness but disbelief.

"This is impossible!"

She roared and hit with all her strength, but the opponent was unmoved.

It was as if she was like a gnat shaking a tree, trying her best, but it was not as good as the breeze.

Qin Xuan's palm, a wisp of blood pattern quietly lit up, that was the Eight Desolate War Pattern, just spreading on the palm.

The blood veins were like real dragons, interlinked and connected, like a great formation, like the myriad laws of the heavens.

In comparison, the Eight Desolate War Marks on Hong Luo's body seemed like weak hair.

Qin Xuan exerted a little force on his palm, and the sound of broken bones rang out one after another, and Hong Luo screamed in pain as if his heart was torn apart.

Bang!

With a muffled sound, the war pattern on Hong Luo's fist burst apart, and even the fist was crushed into powder like foam at this moment.

Boom!

Suddenly, Qin Xuan's palm shook, and Hong Luo's other arm was crushed into powder, turning into a blood mist all over the sky.

Hong Luo's figure was like a meteor, falling more than a thousand meters to the ground, and his body almost tore a huge gully on the ground, and the sound of bone cracking was endless.

"Is that... the Eight Desolate Battle Body?"

Hu Qing lost his voice. Although Qin Xuan only displayed the Eight Desolate Battle Pattern with one palm, how could the two of them not notice it when they focused their attention?

This Green Emperor actually possessed the Eight Desolate Battle Body?

"How could he possibly know the Eight Desolate Battle Body? This Eight Desolate Battle Body is a secret that is not passed down in the Douzhan Buddhist Temple, and only inner sect disciples of the Eight Desolate Battle Sect can practice it." Ling He was also extremely shocked.

In the past, the three thousand three-inch pill under the Longchi Mountain had already shocked them as if they had seen dragons and phoenixes.

Now, they suddenly realized that the Green Emperor under the mountain in the past was just a drop in the ocean. What secrets are hidden in the body of this Green Emperor?

Facing the Hong Luo of the Eight Desolate Battle Sect, this Green Emperor never used any magic power from beginning to end, relying only on his physical body.

Like crushing an ant!

The two were dumbfounded, and their minds were in chaos.

In the ravine a thousand meters away, Hong Luo's arms were broken, and she looked at Qin Xuan in fear.

At this moment, she was no longer crazy, but was completely filled with fear.

Run!

The other party was definitely not her opponent. Even though she was extremely unwilling to believe that she, a cultivator, a half-step into the spirit, would be defeated so miserably by this ordinary star cultivator.

"When I return to the cultivation world, I will make you die without a burial place!" Hong Luo roared in her heart, she turned around and stomped away.

Both arms were destroyed and turned into nothingness.

At this moment, she was already completely injured, how could she dare to have the slightest hesitation.

Qin Xuan stood still from where he was, he looked at thatHong Luo jumped up, and suddenly, he slightly bent his fingers and his fingers popped out.

Whoosh!

Two blood lines formed into lines, just like the full moon of the divine bow, and two lines of killing immortals emerged from his fingertips.

Nine Dragons Soaring!

Although it was this style, at this moment, Qin Xuan only used two blood-like blood lines, as if Hong Luo, who was half a step away from becoming a god and had achieved the golden elixir, did not even have the qualifications to give him half a point more power.

In an instant, the two blood lines had already shot out, and there were even only two red lights that were almost invisible passing between heaven and earth.

Hong Luo's body suddenly stopped in mid-air, she lowered her head, and her originally charming, now ferocious face was almost full of fear.

I saw the two blood lines piercing through her legs, and in just a moment, her legs had turned into nothingness.

Bang!

There were almost simultaneous explosions, and blood mist rose from the sky. Hong Luo's body almost turned several times in the air and fell to the ground helplessly.

Hong Luo looked at the day with horror, and her mind was almost blank.

Her limbs... all turned into nothingness?

Ling He and Hu Qing were even more dazed. Their eyes fell on Qin Xuan, who was standing still. That kind of fear was imprinted in their hearts, as if the one in front of them was not a low-grade Jindan cultivator at all, but a Yuanying Zhenjun, a great master of Hedao.

Qin Xuan's eyes were also without any emotion. He spread his hands, and saw that the void was pulling a huge force. More than a thousand meters away, Hong Luo's broken figure came from the air like a rag, accompanied by blood.

"Qingdi!" Linghe suddenly reacted, and said with fear and awe: "This Hongluo's grandfather is a Yuanying Zhenjun, Qingdi, do you really want to kill him?"

Hu Qing's face also changed suddenly. If Hongluo died, the Yuanying Zhenjun of the Eight Desolate War Sect would never let it go, and would even implicate them.

"Qingdi, please think twice!" Hu Qing lowered his head and said cautiously.

"My grandfather is a Yuanying Zhenjun. If you dare to kill me, my grandfather will definitely slaughter this star!"

"Let me go, I promise to leave and dare not trouble you again!"

Not to mention Hu Qing and Linghe, Hongluo's tears and blood were mixed together at this moment, and his ferocious face looked even more terrifying.

Qin Xuan glanced at Hu Qing and Linghe lightly, and Hongluo's words of begging for mercy and threats lingered in his ears, and he did not say a word.

Then, he just flicked his fingers slightly, and a wisp of blood fell from his fingertips.

Boom!

In an instant, Hong Luo's head turned into blood mist.

Hong Luo, the Eight Desolate War Sect!

Die without a complete body!

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