Rebirth of the Urban Mad Immortal

Yuanlin fell on the court, and a disciple of True Sect Xuantian had already started, staring at Qin Xuan coldly, bringing Yuanlin back, taking the spirit pill, and recovering from his injuries.

Qin Xuan stood with his hand in his hand, and he turned to look at the disciples of the Profound Sky True Sect, and Yu Guang also passed the three supreme Supremes of the Profound Sky True Sect.

With just a glance, he no longer paid attention, but instead focused on Li Xuandao and Feng Mo.

"The disciple Changqing, I have met the master, master!"

He gave a slight salute, which was very different from his previous madness.

Many Tianyunzong experts reacted and looked at Qin Xuan.

"Hi, ten years ago, this little guy is getting more and more terrifying!"

"Thunder Cloud Sword Region, my Sky Cloud Sect has never existed in the Thunder Cloud Sword Region, but he has realized it by the gods."

"The chief disciple, after this war, he deserves it."

Many powerful people discussed, looking at Qin Xuan in their eyes, there was excitement and shock.

Qin Xuan's victory in the first battle raised his eyebrows for the Sky Cloud Sect, which was naturally what they liked.

Before the Tianyun Sect was frequently suppressed by the Xuantian Zhenzong, in everyone's hearts, under the Tianyunzong Mountain, there was a sigh of breath in their hearts, but now they are spit out, so happy.

"This little guy, after ten years of return, it's a great gift!" Li Xuandao also smiled. Even though there is a lot of smile hidden in the depths of this smile, he still smiled and nodded at Qin Xuan.

Ten years, the peak of the transformation of God, whether it is the speed of cultivation, or the thundercloud sword domain of defeating Yuanlin, Li Xuandao satisfied.

I also felt gratified for the decision I had made at the time, the Sky Cloud Sect was about to have an enchanting evildoer and was expected to be on the immortal list.

As long as the Sky Cloud Sect survives the catastrophe of the wind demon's life limit and Qin Xuan rises, the Sky Cloud Sect will stand firmly on Mo Yunxing again.

"For three hundred years, even if it is Kyogen, I still wish to be true!" Li Xuandao said this in his heart.

He knew that he alone might not be able to support the Sky Cloud Sect.

To be in the supreme for three hundred years, for him, it is as difficult as climbing.

It is difficult for Qin Xuan to enter the supreme, but Qin Xuan's self-confidence gives Li Xuandao a glimmer of hope.

"The little guy is very extraordinary. If you join my Profound Sky True Sect, you will surely have higher achievements!" Grandmother Xue put a low gaze from the side and smiled lightly.

Li Xuandao's smile froze, his eyes filled with anger.

If it weren't for Xuemao to be the supreme, Tianyun Sect was not as powerful as Xuantian Zhenzong, and he would almost turn his face.

This time the True Sect of Xuantian came, intending to let Yun Ni enter the True Sect of Xuantian and seize his daughter, which made Li Xuandao tolerate to the limit.

What's more, now the True Sect of Xuan Tian is still hitting Qin Xuan's idea.

The Wind Demon on the side couldn't help but glanced at Grandma Xue faintly, his mouth widened, revealing the few remaining teeth.

"Old guy, why don't you talk about the people of immortality, it's better to join your Profound Sky True School?"

"Facts, the old man just said casually!" Grandma Xue did not comment, but in the words, Tianyun Sect was lonely everywhere.

Feng Mo pointed the end of his right hand and tapped again. He smiled. Although there was no anger in his heart, he still endured the three old guys of Zhentian Xuantian.

At this moment, there was already a loud shout in the court.

I saw that among the few Yuan Ying disciples of the True Emperor Xuantian Sect, one of them had a look a little hideous.

"How dare you make such a heavy hand?"

Many Tianyunzong experts turned their eyes and fell on the person who made the sound.

This is a man, wearing black clothes, a jade belt around his waist, and a mysterious crown on his head. An ink pen emerges between his palms.

They knew this person, named Yuan Hong, a top-grade disciple of Yuan Ying from Xuantian Zhenzong, and he was quite capable.

It was this person before, and even the ten top Nascent Soul Realm true monarchs of the Tianyun Sect had won all ten battles, and it was difficult for the Tianyun Sect to raise his head.

Qin Xuan turned his head slightly and looked at Yuanhong, "If I hurt my Tianyun disciple, I should pay back ten times, why? Do you have any questions?"

His understatement made the true monarchs of the Tianyun Sect look ugly, and Yuan Hong's face was even more blue.

"you……"

"What a crazy tone!"

Qingsi Youth's eyes turned, and the three-color pupils reflected Qin Xuan's figure.

Really, Yunzong is a major immortal sect? Ten times back? With the power of Yunzong like today, these words are just a joke.

Suddenly, with a stroke of the ink pen, it flicked through the air, drawing a black rainbow, and Yuan Hong stepped on the black rainbow.

"Let me see, how can you dare to talk like this!"

There was anger in his eyes, and the ink pen in his hand turned, and in that moment, thousands of ink drops were spilled.

The ink drops are transformed into paintings and weapons such as knives and sticks.

This is a true monarch who collects ink painting and calligraphy. Ink pen in his hand can make ink painting a thing.

In an instant, thousands of ink soldiers came from the sky, like a rain of ink.

Qin Xuan smiled indifferently, the eternal sword in his hand trembled, and the sword rang into the sky, almost shattering the clouds and mist on the nine mountains of Tianyun.

Afterwards, I saw the sword aura, and every strand of sword aura, only the size of a raindrop, was clear and transparent, falling into the ink soldier.

Boom boom boom...

In the air, the ink soldiers collided with Qingyu, countless ink soldiers shattered, and the ink rain dispersed.

At this moment, the diffuse ink stains turned into thin needles like cow hair and came towards Qin Xuan.

Yuan Hong's eyes sneered, "My magical power of ink is ever-changing, how can it be comparable to your clumsy sword style."

I saw a million ink needles, which almost blocked Qin Xuan's retreat. The Yuan Hong holding the ink pen was more like a saint, breaking through ten thousand swords with an ink pen.

Qin Xuan's eyes were calm. He looked at these thousands of ink needles. Suddenly, the sword aura that had been dispersed into water mist quietly turned into thousands of strands, as if the white mist was vast, those ink needles were in the white mist. Like a fish in a net, it is actually imprisoned.

Yuan Hong's pupils shrank slightly, but Qin Xuan had already smiled leisurely.

"It's not your turn to judge it or not!"

"Winning you is like turning a palm!"

The sound fell, and suddenly, the water mist was filled, and the ink color was annihilated. Then, the sky water mist condensed the clear rain again and enveloped the deep rainbow.

"You!" Yuan Hong didn't have time to speak, he burst out loudly. At this moment, he didn't know how many swipes of the ink pen in his hand. It turned into an ink color, like a domain, shrouded in front of him, letting the Qingyu sword aura fall on him. among them.

It seemed as if it was clear rain falling into the ink pond, but there was no trace of ripples in that ink color field.

"It's extremely ridiculous, I want to see, how do you beat me?" Yuan Hong laughed loudly. His ink field has also changed a lot. The ink book is the water in the water, and the Qingyu sword energy enters it. If it is this field Refining will instead strengthen the field of ink and wash.

Qin Xuan shook his head and smiled, "An inch of Xu Liehuo can refine an inch of real gold, but how does it make a thousand waves!"

The sound fell, and suddenly, the ink and wash area trembled, and Yuan Hong snorted suddenly, backing a few steps.

I saw that vast clear rain, not only has not been refined by his domain, but penetrated his ink domain.

Not only that, the mist formed by the broken Qingyu sword aura had already lingered in front of him, and the mist lingered and turned into clear rain. In an instant, for an unknown amount of time, he headed towards Yuanhong.

Boom boom boom...

There was roaring, and there was a continuous roar.

"This is the second type of sword domain. He has cultivated Qingyu sword power into a sword domain?"

Feng Mo suddenly stood up this time.

The sky cloud sword technique, the first four styles are Dao, outlines the foundation of the sky cloud sword field fifth style, and now, Qin Xuan has cultivated the thunder cloud sword style and the clear rain sword power into a sword field.

This is what the ancestor of Tianyun, who started this swordsmanship, never did. Otherwise, Tianyun swordsmanship would be the five major sword domains instead of five styles.

Feng Xuan was also dumbfounded, the white mist turned into rain, the rain turned white mist, the cycle of reincarnation, immortality.

A great power was even more absent-minded and murmured: "This guy, unexpectedly..."

"Beyond Xiangu!"

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The third offer!