Rebirth of the Urban Mad Immortal

Zhao Weiyuan stands in the garden at night in the palace of Osha Kingdom.

The tip of his nose was lingering with fragrance, and beside him, someone appeared in a hurry, whispering a few words.

Zhao Weiyuan's face changed suddenly, "What did you say? The Imperial City Guard, who dares to move!"

There is a lot of anger in his eyes, and he has already thought of who did it.

"I dare!" A voice came from above the garden, and it entered Zhao Weiyuan's ears.

I saw an old man, wearing a python suit, looking at Zhao Weiyuan.

"Old Martial King, I've seen the Holy Master!" The old man uttered honorific words, but he didn't give a salute.

Zhao Weiyuan's eyes suddenly became gloomy, "Uncle Wu!"

"Wei Yuan, you are really too stupid. You have a love for your children. It's really outrageous to sacrifice your life. If my emperor is still there, how can you let you abuse yourself like this?" The old man's voice was cold. I tried my best to support you as the saint of Aosha country, let alone let you sacrifice your life for a mere woman now."

"You have to know that now, you are the saint of Aosha kingdom, your emperor of all nations, and what you carry on your body is the throne of Aosha kingdom."

The old man showed majesty, as if reprimanding.

Zhao Weiyuan's face became more ugly, he looked at King Wu, "So, Uncle Wu, you move the guard to besiege Xu Yan?"

Facing this Uncle Wu Wang, Zhao Weiyuan's face became extremely cold for the first time. This coldness made Wang Wu uneasy.

But he didn't care, and said lightly: "Wei Yuan, you are too young. Xu Yan should have disappeared with Xu Jiayan. You are already at the limit of keeping her a hundred years of life."

"Don't do it for your own selfishness, and miss the national road."

There is no doubt about him, the Daojun's coercion is shrouded in the garden, and there is even a seal in his hand, so Zhao Weiyuan can't do it even if he comes to transmit sound.

Zhao Weiyuan’s eyes were almost full of anger, "Zhao Xu! When you helped me as the emperor, did you make me a puppet? The imperial city guard, I am not the emperor of the Aosha Kingdom, but you Forge my order and move the guard armour."

"What a King Wu, what a support, what a my father is still there."

"My own private misunderstanding of the national road? Zhao Xu, I think you have been in love for a hundred years, and I am also the uncle of my emperor. Within a hundred years, the military power regime has closed one eye."

"Now, Uncle Wang is doing well, great!"

Zhao Weiyuan smirked, looking at the Wu Wang with a somewhat unnatural expression.

"Otherwise, it's good for Uncle Wang to do this for the throne of the proud kingdom? Now, I will write a book of the imperial decree of the meditation and announce it to the world!"

"Bring paper and pen!"

When Zhao Weiyuan drank it, the face of the person beside him changed suddenly.

"Holy Lord!"

"Holy, think twice!"

Up to this moment, that Wu Wang's face completely changed.

He never thought that Zhao Weiyuan would do so decisively for saving Zhao Weiyuan's life instead of just a trivial matter.

Emperor Chengaosha?

What a joke, if he can make it, how can Aosha Kingdom now fall into Zhao Weiyuan's hands.

Once the imperial edict is released, the entire Aolai country, the former princes and generals, will have a million soldiers and horses, and the sword will be directed at Zhao Xu, the king of martial arts.

That is a dead end, how could Zhao Xu do it?

Now that he is in the country of Aolai, he is considered to be under one person and above ten thousand people. Those princes and generals who did not respect him at the beginning, including Emperor Zhao Weiyuan, must be polite to him.

There are two ways of life and death, and Zhao Xu naturally understands the pros and cons.

"Get out of the way and recall the guard, otherwise, I will stand the edict!"

"You killed Xu Yan, I also want you to bury her!"

Zhao Weiyuan slowly closed his eyes, "As for my life, I should have repaid the Xu family a long time ago. If the emperor wants to take it, then take it away. I have arranged the funeral a hundred years ago. The three emperors are not weaker than me. Take over the throne of Osha Kingdom."

"You..." King Wu finally changed his face, he looked at Zhao Weiyuan in disbelief.

When he saw Zhao Weiyuan closing his eyes, he knew he had to step back.

Daojun's pressure disappeared.

...

In front of the house, Chang Yan also noticed it. She opened her eyes and looked at the thousands of guards in the distance, with a hint of sarcasm in the corner of her mouth.

"Zhao Weiyuan, you are still the most hypocritical person. My broken sword should be cut down!"

Chang Yan whispered, and she turned into a long rainbow soaring into the sky.

"Senior Sister, what is it for?" Qin Xuan stood up with a sword, facing Wanjia and faintly said.

"Junior Brother, Senior Sister is hurting you, go away, with the strength of Junior Brother, you should be able to escape!" Chang Yan couldn't bear it, and said with a wry smile.

Qin Xuan couldn't help but smiled leisurely when he heard this, and shook his head slightly, "How can you stop me, senior sister, leave it to me!"

Yin Luo, in Chang Yan's eyes, he took a step forward.

The Eternal Sword in his hand shook and turned ten thousand.

Ni Xuan Jian Jue, ten directions!

Wan Jian volleyed into the sky, and the ten thousand guards stayed for a while, looking at the ten thousand eternal swords in the air.

Qin Xuan squeezed the decision and moved forward slowly.

"It's a small country, it's ridiculously ridiculous!"

His voice was calm and suddenly, tens of thousands of swords changed dramatically that day, not falling, but forming a big formation.

Thousands of swords, in the shape of a gossip, were proud of the night, and under the two moons, the light of coldness almost enveloped the imperial capital.

Qian, Zhen, Hunk, Gen, Kun, Sunda, Li, Red!

Like a large array, ten thousand swords cross the sky, and all directions are one.

"That's the gossip trend!?"

The guard commander's pupils tremble slightly. He is a cultivator at the peak of Nascent Soul, and he is naturally aware of this gossip trend.

Wan Jian becomes gossip, covering the double moon, shining the night.

"Exit!"

Qin Xuan spit out a word leisurely, and at that moment, the entire imperial city was shaking, and the night was as if torn into countless pieces.

That gossip and ten thousand swords suddenly fell into the earth.

Thousands of guards, roaring like thunder in the sky, rose into the sky, turning into a pitch-black magic dragon, rushing towards the sky with ten thousand gossip swords.

As if it was a sword array slaying a dragon, in an instant, the gossip sword glow was intertwined with the magic dragon.

The magic dragon was tumbling, with endless rays of light shining, alarming the sentient beings in the imperial capital. I don't know how many dignitaries were awakened in the night or during cultivation, and looked up at the sky that day with eight trigrams and ten thousand swords.

The devil dragon tossed, roared and howled, gathering the power of thousands of people, among them there was a **** of transformation and a monk of Nascent Soul, almost exhausted.

However, Qin Xuan condensed his tactics by himself, moving ten thousand swords into gossip, strangling the dragon.

After a few breaths, the magic dragon suddenly wailed in the sky.

The spirit of Qin Xuan's hands dissipated, and he looked at the devil dragon's severed head faintly, and was completely pierced by the gossip ten thousand sword hole.

"Junior Brother, what kind of sword art is this?" Chang Yan on the side was already dumbfounded, looking at the gossip Wanjian, he was dumbfounded.

Too terrible, one person with ten thousand swords, facing tens of thousands of guards, actually broke it?

On the ground, I don't know how many guards spurted blood and hit the spot.

"Ni Xuan Jian Jue third style, gossip!"

Qin Xuan smiled faintly, "Someone once used this sword technique to kill millions of demons with one sword. I can't transform the realm of gods, I can only break through tens of thousands of ants!"

The voice fell, and Chang Yan looked at Qin Xuan almost strangely.

"Junior Brother, do we have a stronger sword art?"

"Have!"

"how many?"

"Actually, there should be more than one hundred thousand."

Wanjia wailed, there were only two people, one man and one woman...

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