Rebirth of the Urban Mad Immortal

On Huntian Holy Mountain, Huntianpengzun's eyes narrowed slightly.

"Who is this white robe!?"

He knew all the appearances of the outstanding monster kings in the Saint Demon Star Realm, but he had never seen the white robe in front of him.

"I don't know!" Night Devouring Demon Peng's wings quivered, "Father, don't worry, my younger brother may not be weaker than me, and the wind of indestructibility should kill all enemies!"

Hun Tianpengzun's brows frowned slightly, and he was confident in his son, but for some reason, his heart was half uneasy.

In the Demon King Ring, many demon kings were already so angry, Jin Peng Xiao Shengzi, even directly killed Qin Xuan.

On top of its golden feathers, there seemed to be a faint growth of golden substances.

That is the wind of indestructibility, and the way is real!

Among the principles of the world, it is of middle grade, which can destroy everything, even space, and can easily be destroyed and penetrated.

In the middle grade below the Dao, facing this indestructible wind of the realm, it can be said to be collapsed at the touch of a touch.

Four-Rank Heavy Treasure, I am afraid they will all be destroyed by it.

Moreover, this Jinpeng has the bloodline of the Golden Winged Roc. Although it is not pure blood, its speed is enough to throw away the remaining Demon King by a million miles.

It is Qin Xuan, immobile wind and thunder fairy wings, if it is speed, it may not be like it.

After all, he was just returning to the virtual pinnacle of inferior grade, and the eternal evergreen body couldn't compare to the real Golden Winged Roc.

In an instant, Jin Peng had already rushed, Qin Xuan's eyes were like ancient wells, without any surprises.

When Jinpeng came, he cut out a sword.

The early sword robbery!

Combine the ten types of Nixuan Sword Jue and cut out this sword.

There are five levels of kendo, and the fourth is the sword robbery. The strength of the sword robbery is not as good as that of the middle grade.

What's more, the one who moves the sword is Qin Xuan.

In an instant, Jin Peng was split and turned out, and even the indestructible points of reality were split a little.

Qin Xuan ignored that Jin Peng's anger, and the remaining light had already passed the thousands of birds that had killed him.

They wouldn't be honest with him and Jin Peng Xiao Shengzi alone, if possible, it would be no exaggeration to hit Qin Xuan into a serious injury and then kill Jin Peng Xiao Shengzi.

"Wait, get out of here!" Jinpeng Xiaoshengzi yelled in a rage.

It looked at Qin Xuan with only killing intent in its eyes.

As the son of Demon Venerable, Saint Son of the Holy Mountain, he was blown away one after another in this Demon King Challenge, which is simply a shame.

"Holy Son, the demon sovereign's order, don't underestimate the enemy!"

Several old demon kings with high prestige on Huntian Sacred Mountain appeared beside Jinpeng Xiaoshengzi, and slowly said, "The ancient demon decree is important, and I hope the holy child can bear it!"

They looked at Jinpeng Xiaoshengzi, regardless of the strength of the white robe, the Demon King's challenge was not to be lost.

Not at all, that was the order of Huntianpengzun, two thousand demon kings, no one would dare to disobey.

Even the Golden Winged Little Saint had shocking anger in his eyes.

How proud of it, but in the end, it abruptly endured this breath.

The hearts of the old demon kings on the side were like falling rocks. The little Jinpeng son was too young. The world of cultivation was vast and there were unknown creatures. No one might be able to win.

What's more, since the white-clothed creature does not show the Demon King Challenge, it has its own confidence.

Be cautious about everything.

It couldn't be better to kill this white robe with more than two thousand demon kings.

If it can't, this white robe will definitely suffer severe damage, and the little golden-winged saint child will be able to win easily if he does it again.

Several old demon kings glanced at each other, although in their hearts, the second possibility was unlikely.

If the demon king at the peak of more than two thousand Hedao can win, it is nothing more than that.

Ke Xianbang He Dao Jing Tianjiao, but there is no such person in white.

More than a thousand Peng monsters came to Qin Xuan, covering the sky and the sun.

The demon fire becomes a flame, the demon water becomes a waterfall, the demon wind is like a knife...

In an instant, there were many magical powers of the Demon King, like a heavy rain, bombarding Qin Xuan.

"Also cautious!"

Faced with such a terrifying attack, Qin Xuan didn't even start to laugh.

As if those many magical powers, over a thousand Demon King, in front of him, there is nothing but a breeze.

The Eternal Sword in his hand shook slightly, and Qin Xuan seemed to have changed quietly, completely different from before.

The turbulent flow of many spaces, at this moment, was shockingly vanished into nothingness.

Even behind Qin Xuan, a vision appeared unexpectedly.

A green tree rises through the sky, transforming into a hundred meters in size.

On this green tree, there are full of strange flowers, and there are thousands of them.

In Qin Xuan's body, thousands of flowers swayed, and from these thousands of flowers, a trace of Taoism flew out, followed Qin Xuan's meridians, into his hands, and merged into his sword.

The Eternal Sword, at this moment, seemed to be wrapped in strange brilliance, as if turned into a thousand colors.

Many magical powers arrived, and in a flash, they enveloped the green wood phantom and Qin Xuan.

boom!

The place where Qin Xuan is located is in chaos.

Many magical powers gathered in one place, as if the stars burst.

The Demon King Lei was shaking frantically, as if to be exploded.

More than a thousand pinnacle Demon King, a pair of eyes stared at the place like stars burst.

They saw the vision behind Qin Xuan and the eternal sword in a variety of colors, and there was a trace of palpitations and anxiety in their hearts.

But so what! ?

The demon king's supernatural power at the pinnacle of more than a thousand Hedao landed, and he was the immortal ape king, and he might not be willing to shake it hard.

If this white robe does not evade, it will not die, and it will be severely injured.

In the distance, some Demon King Zhenyi who is not eager to do it, they are a bit lazy to do it.

The more than a thousand demon kings at the pinnacle of Hedao have all started, so how can the white clothes survive?

Just as the demon kings were waiting for the aftermath to dissipate, in an instant, a fiery sword light cut out from the chaotic place.

A sword glow, if it cut through the chaos, even that many birds might not react.

Even though, the Peng Bird Demon King present, many body speeds are negative.

There was only one sword light, which was a million feet long, and it shot out, passing by the many Peng Bird monster bodies.

Qin Xuan's figure was also exposed from the chaotic place.

He held the sword alone, in white clothes, and walked quietly along the path cut out by the sword towards the thousand birds.

Wherever he went, there seemed to be an immortal sword intent, and those chaotic supernatural powers were actually difficult to enter this way.

The next moment, in the eyes of many demon kings and incredible, even terrified.

Of the thousands of Pengniao who besieged Qin Xuan before, seven of them were divided into two.

There were three points, and the demon pill life bone was not cut off, and he survived.

At this moment, the blood of the demon is like a river, like a waterfall, violently pouring, and even more plumes, falling in the blood river waterfall.

Bang bang bang...

Accompanied by the falling of a corpse, a wave of blood was set off.

Qin Xuan quietly stepped on the blood under his feet, with every step, the blood stayed away from his body, not staining his shoes.

Qin Xuan looked at the fearful group of demons, including the incredible Little Saint Jinpeng, and smiled lightly.

With one sword, behead the Demon King of Huntian Sacred Mountain 982!

Hit four hundred and sixty five!

Behind Qin Xuan, green wood stood tall, and thousands of flowers swayed.

This is the return of my Qin Changqing!

This sword, thousands of flowers bloom.

Everything is one!