Rebirth of the Urban Madman

Under the pressure of the divine consciousness, the Jindan disciples were like fallen leaves in the river and sea.

The Jindan disciples were shaky, and Changyun was even paler.

"Senior, don't you think you are bullying too much?" Changyun shouted.

Tan Xuan's eyes were indifferent, "Bullying too much? The world of cultivation is the law of the jungle, the strong are respected, how can you bully others?"

"If you blame me, blame you for not being as strong as me!"

"There are only seven breaths left!"

Facing the pressure of Tan Xuan, all the disciples were shaky.

Approaching the edge of the formation, Changyan was full of alcohol and turned to look at Qin Xuan, "Junior brother, since you have expected it, why didn't you tell them."

Qin Xuan stood with his hands behind his back, and the pressure of Tan Xuan's divine consciousness seemed to be non-existent.

But at this moment, Changyun and other disciples were all focused on Tan Xuan and did not notice it.

"I have already reminded you!"

Chang Yan's eyes trembled slightly, and he couldn't help but smile bitterly and shook his head.

"Then what should we do? Judging from the look of Junior Brother, he doesn't seem to be planning to hand over the storage magic weapon, right?" Chang Yan sighed, "I am a drunkard, and it's okay to hand over this gourd of spiritual wine. It's a pity for Chang Yun. Soul-protecting magic weapons are rare even in Tianyun Sect."

Qin Xuan suddenly smiled lightly and looked at Chang Yan indifferently, "Senior Sister, don't you really think that the great cultivator named Tan Xuan will let these idiots leave?"

Chang Yan was startled and turned to look at Qin Xuan.

Qin Xuan smiled indifferently, "The importance of the soul-protecting magic weapon would tempt even the Yuanying Zhenjun, not to mention that Tan Xuan is only a great cultivator of the spirit transformation stage."

"Changyun is the disciple of Shansu Daojun. If the soul-protecting magic weapon is taken away, Yueming Country is just a small country in the Northern Wilderness. It doesn't even have a Yuanying Zhenjun. How can it resist the power of Daojun?"

Qin Xuan shook his head gently, "Sister, do you think that everyone would be as stupid as Changyun and let the tiger go back to the mountain?"

Changyan's face was shocked. She stared at Tan Xuan and was immediately shocked.

"Junior brother is saying..."

"Tan Xuan plans to bury everyone here, so why did he give ten breaths of time!" Changyan's face changed suddenly.

"There are thirty or forty people present, and they also have magic weapons in their hands. Changyun also has a magic weapon to protect his soul. His strength is no weaker than that of ordinary Divine Realm." Qin Xuan said lightly: "If all the disciples hand over their storage magic weapons, if Changyun loses his magic weapon to protect his soul, with Tan Xuan's cultivation, he can kill all the Jindan here..."

Qin Xuan looked at Tan Xuan quietly, paused slightly, "It's like killing a chicken!"

After the voice fell, Tan Xuan, who was blocking the entrance of the cave, finally spoke slowly, "Ten breaths have passed, it seems that you..."

Before the voice fell, one of the Jindan disciples had already spoken in panic.

"Senior, I am willing to hand over my storage magic weapon!"

One disciple was full of panic and threw down the storage bag on his waist.

As one person handed over the storage magic weapon, the other Jindan cultivators suddenly changed color.

In front of Tan Xuan, they had no ability to resist at all, and Changyun's face was pale.

"You bunch of idiots, do you really think he will let us go!" Chang Yun roared at this moment.

He is not an idiot. If they were not disciples of Tianyun Sect, his master was not Fanxu Daojun, and he was not talented, maybe Tan Xuan would still let them go.

But if Tan Xuan let them go, he would be retaliated by Tianyun Sect and Fanxu Daojun. How could Tan Xuan do such a stupid thing?

All the Jindan disciples were stunned. Suddenly, Tan Xuan's eyes flashed with brilliance.

"As expected of the first Jindan of Tianyun Sect, if that's the case, don't blame me!" He spoke slowly. Suddenly, the pressure of his spiritual consciousness rushed straight to Chang Yun. At the same time, a small knife appeared in his hand. It was only seven inches in size, silver-white, and had mysterious patterns on it.

Flying knife that cuts the wilderness!

As Tan Xuan performed the sacrifice, the flying knife suddenly rushed straight to Chang Yun, and the murderous intent in his eyes was no longer concealed.

"Hahaha, senior, why bother talking to them? If it's your turn, just kill them!" Li He smiled coldly, stepped on his feet, and a whisk appeared in his hand. Three thousand white silks fell directly on the Jindan disciples.

The Jindan disciples who had thrown away their storage magic weapons before had not even screamed, but were pierced through the head by the white silk, and blood oozed out.

Boom!

This scene exploded in everyone's mind like thunder, making those Jindan cultivators wake up instantly, and their eyes were filled with endless panic.

"Fight to the death and there is a chance to survive, do it!"

Chang Yun roared, and the White Dragon Sword in his hand flew out and collided with the flying knife of Zhanhuang.

The two collided, and in just a moment, the light of the White Dragon Sword dimmed, and Chang Yun couldn't help but spit out a large mouthful of blood.

Suddenly, a divine consciousness, like a flying knife, went straight into Chang Yun's sea of ​​consciousness and slashed at the white cloud pattern cover.

Boom!

Chang Yun felt as if his head was hit by a sledgehammer and he felt dizzy.Dizzy, although the soul-protecting magic weapon is precious, it is not omnipotent and cannot resist all of Tan Xuan's consciousness.

"Thunder Cloud Sword Style!"

Suddenly, Chang Yun resisted the dizziness and roared. He sprayed blood from his mouth and fell on the White Dragon Sword, dyeing it red.

Boom!

On the White Dragon Sword, wisps of sword energy spread, like a golden cloud, blasting out golden thunders, falling on the flying knife of Zhanhuang, and unexpectedly blocked its edge.

At the same time, Chang Yun almost moved his figure to the extreme. He slapped his waist and a triangular golden cone appeared in his hand.

Mountain-breaking cone!

A seventh-grade magic weapon, even Tan Xuan couldn't help but condense his eyes.

"As expected of a disciple of Tianyun Sect, a mere Jindan actually mastered a soul-protecting magic weapon and two seventh-grade magic weapons!" Tan Xuan's eyes were shocked.

The mountain-breaking cone rushed straight to the top of the cave, trying to penetrate the cave and take the opportunity to escape.

Boom!

The cave was crumbling, and the realm-breaking cone pierced through the belly of the mountain, revealing a passage.

At the same time, Li He also took action. He killed several Jindan disciples, like a tiger entering a pack of wolves. Every time the whisk was swept, the protective true essence of the body was broken, and some Jindan disciples coughed up blood and flew away.

At this moment, Changyan finally couldn't bear it anymore. She glanced at Qin Xuan, whose face was calm, and sighed.

Suddenly, she raised the wine gourd in her hand and poured it into her mouth with a big gulp, her eyes seemed drunk and sober.

"Junior brother, you should run away quickly, I will block one or two for you!" Changyan stared, she opened her mouth slightly, and a turbid wine breath suddenly spurted out from her beautiful red lips. There seemed to be a sharp edge in the wine breath, and a broken sword appeared in her hand.

"Cut!"

A loud shout sounded in the cave, and the wine breath wrapped the sword, like cutting the sky.

Suddenly, Li He's face was shocked, and he turned his head to look at Changyan, his eyes slightly condensed.

"Looking for death!"

He shouted angrily, and his consciousness rushed into Changyan's sea of ​​consciousness like a needle. Changyan's face suddenly turned pale, but she resisted the attack of this consciousness.

Bang!

The broken sword flew across the sky and suddenly fell on Li He's body-protecting true essence. With a sizzling sound, Li He's body-protecting true essence was cut off.

The sound of the broken sword entering the body sounded, and in an instant, Li He's long robe was torn apart. Accompanied by Li He's angry roar, a broken arm suddenly fell.

The broken sword turned back, and Changyan held the sword, shaking with her shoulders drooping.

"I haven't used the sword for a long time!"

She laughed loudly, holding the sword in one hand and wiping the corner of her mouth with the wine gourd in the other. Although her face was pale, she still had no fear even in front of Li He.

Changyan smiled, holding the broken sword wine pot, as if he was already drunk, "So what if he has become a god? Just kill him!"