Rebirth of the Urban Madman

The formation suddenly rose, and the expressions of the four gods changed slightly.

"Not good!" Chang Xu shouted, alert to the extreme.

He looked at the formation around him, as if he was facing a great enemy.

The other three were also like this, but soon, the four of them found that the formation rose without any ripples.

The four frowned, and one of them stared at Qin Xuan, and said angrily: "Boy, what are you doing?"

He had murderous intent in his eyes, and the other three could not help but come back to their senses and stared at Qin Xuan.

Qin Xuan's gray clothes did not rise, and his gray hair floated in the vast blood.

The pupils of the four people shrank slightly, and someone sneered: "No wonder you dare to show up, but unfortunately, you are just looking for death!"

Qin Xuan was surrounded by a thick blood, almost as strong as the great cultivator of the body refining way. That majestic blood could actually block their four spiritual skills?

Just when the four were about to continue to fight, suddenly, Qin Xuan had already spoken faintly.

"Looking for death?"

His eyes were calm, but there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, "Once, too many people said that about me!"

"Among them, there are great cultivators, true lords, and great powers, supreme beings!"

Suddenly, a cold light flashed in Qin Xuan's eyes.

"Unfortunately, even after thousands of years, those who once said that I was looking for death have gone through reincarnation for many times."

"Only me..."

Qin Xuan smiled lightly, and jumped up suddenly, like a mad dragon out of the abyss.

"Standing tall on the top of all living things!"

The ground under Qin Xuan's feet was shattered and sunken at this moment, and cracks spread in all directions, as if a dragon elephant stepped on the ground and split in all directions.

Qin Xuan's speed was so fast that it was unimaginable. Even with Chang Xu's consciousness, he could only capture a vague figure.

"Be careful!"

A great cultivator of the Divine Transformation Realm roared, but as for Qin Xuan's wild words, they ignored it.

One of the great cultivators of the middle level of the transformation of the spirit suddenly shouted, and a white cloud-patterned banner appeared in his hand.

He sacrificed this banner and rolled it in the air. In an instant, endless wild winds appeared in front of him like a weapon.

In the void, Qin Xuan's figure was invisible, and the endless wild wind was pierced at this moment.

There was a shadow that seemed to be unstoppable, rushing straight towards the great cultivator of the transformation of the spirit.

"What?"

The great cultivator of the transformation of the spirit was extremely shocked. His seventh-level magic weapon, the wind and cloud banner, was broken in an instant.

This person was worthy of being a great cultivator of the transformation of the spirit. He reacted in just a moment. His face was extremely solemn. Qin Xuan's speed was too fast. He didn't even have time to condense the formula. He could only sweep the power of the transformation of the spirit in his body like a torrent.

Boom!

The vast magic power rushed towards Qin Xuan like a river.

Qin Xuan stepped on the green lake, and his eyes and mouth corners lit up slightly.

"How can a mere power of the God of Transformation stop my fists?"

"Die!"

Qin Xuan's voice came out slowly, and his fists fell like a dragon breaking through the sea. In just a moment, the fists filled with the Eight Desolate War Patterns smashed all the power of the God of Transformation.

Then, Qin Xuan punched the body-protecting true essence of the God of Transformation master, like breaking a thin mirror.

With a roar, Qin Xuan stopped. He appeared behind the God of Transformation master, with his right hand horizontally, and in his palm, there was a head.

The other three God of Transformation masters were almost dead, and they no longer had any pride and confidence before, "How is it possible!"

"Junior brother!"

There was fear in their voices, and they looked at this scene in disbelief.

This was a great cultivator of the middle-grade God of Transformation, but in an instant, he was beheaded by the Tianyun Sect disciple of the upper-grade Jindan in front of him and instantly killed on the spot.

Qin Xuan turned around slowly, holding the head in his hand, like a demon.

His palm shook slightly, and the head turned into a blood mist. Qin Xuan's expression did not change at all, as if killing a great cultivator of the Divine Transformation was like crushing an ant to him.

"Huanyun Sect!?"

"In this secret realm where the True Lord is not, I have never troubled you, but you want to arrest me!"

Qin Xuan spoke slowly, looking at the three great gods of transformation with horror in their eyes.

"Unfortunately, from the beginning to the end, you have made a mistake!"

"Who is the prey in this Tianxiao Pavilion!"

As soon as the voice fell, Qin Xuan suddenly jumped up, and before the three great gods of transformation could come to their senses, Qin Xuan had already appeared in front of one of them.

The great cultivator of the middle-grade Divine Transformation was horrified, and immediately roared, and a magic weapon like a paper crane flew out.

As the paper crane flew out, mysterious patterns appeared on it.

The paper crane broke through the air and came straight to meet Qin Xuan.

Boom!

Qin Xuan's right fist collided with the paper crane, and blood and the light of the seventh-grade magic weapon intertwined.

Immediately, Qin Xuan took a step forward.

The 720 nine-inch golden leaves in his body trembled wildly at this moment, and the pale golden blood in the acupoints around his body flowed into his right arm, and the blood-colored Eight Desolate Battle PatternAt this moment, a faint golden glow appeared.

"It's just a seventh-grade magic weapon, how can it stop me?"

A faint voice sounded from the interweaving of blood and treasure light.

Boom!

The paper crane suddenly flew out, the light dimmed, and the great monk of the transformation of the spirit couldn't help but bleed from the corner of his mouth, his face pale.

"This guy is a monster! Quick, send a message to the other brothers!" The great monk of the transformation of the spirit roared, becoming more and more terrified, a golden elixir of the upper grade? Can a golden elixir of the upper grade break his seventh-grade magic weapon with his body?

If this boy is really only in the golden elixir realm, he is definitely a monster, a real monster!

Chang Xu and others were also full of fear, but the two of them did not hesitate to act. A heart-protecting mirror appeared in the air, and a beam of light suddenly burst out from the heart-protecting mirror, covering Qin Xuan.

In this light, the air around Qin Xuan was like a copper wall and iron wall, difficult to shake.

Chang Xu took action, and a seventh-grade flying sword suddenly appeared in his hand, rushing straight to Dantian.

"How ridiculous!"

Qin Xuan smiled indifferently, and suddenly, his body shook, and the blood and qi were like a dragon, which instantly broke the precious light into pieces.

Then, Qin Xuan stepped on Qingze, and the Golden Peng body was displayed, passing the great cultivator in the God Transformation Realm in front of him.

Boom!

The body-protecting true essence was like the moon in the water, which shattered at the touch.

From the chest of the great cultivator of the God Transformation Realm, a fist print suddenly fell into it, and the bone-breaking sound that made people's scalps tingle was heard. In the midst of the bang, the clothes of the Huanyun Sect were broken into countless pieces, and there was a blood mist.

Qin Xuan came out of the blood mist, he turned slightly, raised his palm, and clamped the seventh-grade flying sword with two fingers. The sound of the sword was heard, like the wailing of a beast.

Qin Xuan smiled faintly, "Are you still not running away?"

Chang Xu and the other two were terrified, looking at the figure in the blood mist as if they were seeing hell.

Immediately, the two fled madly outside the formation as Qin Xuan said. Chang Xu even ignored the magic weapon. He ran so fast that he wished his cultivation level would double.

As the two fled, Qin Xuan smiled faintly.

Suddenly, the Eternal Sword and the Mysterious Light Dragon Slashing Gourd on his waist appeared.

A flash of sword light cut off thousands of branches, and a mysterious light swept across the sky.

A few miles away from Qin Xuan, the two figures who fled separately each had a cave in their dantian.

Qin Xuan smiled faintly, looking at the fallen two gods, and put all the storage magic weapons of the four gods into the Mysterious Light Dragon Slashing Gourd.

Qin Xuan played with the several sound transmission jade slips in his hand, his eyes full of vicissitudes.

"It's been a long time since I've seen this, I miss it!"

Qin Xuan knew that the four men had sent a message to the other great masters of the Huanyun Sect, but he didn't care at all.

What about the Huanyun Sect?

If they don't know whether to live or die, Qin Changqing doesn't mind...

One man hunts the sect!