Rebirth of the Urban Mad Immortal

Yimeng Palace, Kendo Site.

Qin Xuan looked at the sixth still water, he stopped asking questions, instead, with a thought, the swords around him shook.

Qin Xuan borrowed the power of the supreme **** pattern to read into the thousands of broken swords here, and comprehend the will of the sword.

He is not good at kendo, but his comprehension is unparalleled.

It can be seen in the former Immortal Emperor Hall.

The Qingdi sword, the sword of longevity, the swords break ten thousand laws.

Within that broken sword, every sword style, Qin Xuan was engraved in his memory.

His Di Nian is practicing, comprehend the sword intent, sword style, cultivate its shape, comprehend its strength, and obtain its true meaning.

Everything in the world, at this moment, is no longer in Qin Xuan's heart.

The distracting thoughts are gone, only Wan Jian rehearsed in his mind.

The sixth still water was aside, and she looked at Qin Xuan Wujian, with a faint smile on her mouth.

The sword of this dream palace didn't catch her eyes, and even if it was cultivated, it was nothing more than the sword of the nine emperors.

The kendo of the mere nine realms of the emperor, not to mention her sixth still water, even the real King of Dream Palace in front of her, is insignificant.

Moreover, in terms of strength, the Dream Palace God King is indeed not weak, otherwise, it will not achieve impressive results on the road to long life.

unfortunately……

The sixth still water looked at Qin Xuan, who was the King of Dream Palace, who eventually fell outside the Changsheng Road.

He has indeed achieved longevity, but even if his life is endless, it does not mean he is immortal.

His sword was broken on Wang Tu, Qin Xuan was repaired, so what?

That piece of battlefield, where she entered the sixth still water, may not be able to return.

"Moving the gods of the years? Is it so consuming the power of the supreme **** pattern and the heart to return, is it already ready to move?" The sixth still water looked at the white dress, and she slowly turned her head.

She looked at this Wang Tu, stunned.

No one knows her thoughts, at this moment, there is endless loneliness in the four or five year old girl.

170,000 years ago, she was the supreme, 170,000 years, she was alone.

One thing, she never said it wrong, in these 170,000 years, only the sixth Yunli was able to bring her a trace of interest.

Looking at the Sixth Yunli outside of Wangtu, creating eras, then she made another move to destroy the eras created by Sixth Yunli.

That stupid guy seemed to have a deadly face, but in fact he had an angry look in his heart, which made her feel very interesting.

"It's been almost ten years, I'm really awake and I'm about to recover!"

"That stupid fellow Yunli should be about to recover!"

"In this short span of less than a hundred years, I have met several times. It is really interesting. In the past, unless I destroy her efforts, she would never come out to see me!"

Sixth Still Water whispered, the mutual disgust between her and Sixth Yunli was not a fight, it seemed to have an earlier source.

The years go by.

In Yimeng Palace, the eternal sword spirit was sitting cross-legged.

Around him, strands of sword intent condensed on his body.

Eternal Sword Spirit's face also seemed to have a touch of pain, and these swords were intended to temper and temper his body.

For him, every strand of sword intent was a giant hammer that hit him.

It's just that, in the past, the sword body was tempered, but this time, it was himself, the sword spirit.

The sword is the soldier, and the sword spirit is the spirit of the soldier!

In fact, when the Eternal Sword was broken, the sword spirit continued to cultivate its own way.

He is a spirit body, even as a sword, he has his own sword.

As Qin Xuan has gone through **** battles to the present, and even wandered through the fairy world in the past, he has already had some signs of groping for the way forward.

But after all, he is a sword spirit, he is a soldier, what he needs is suitable for Qin Xuan, suitable for the Great Emperor to attack.

What he needs is everything that is unbreakable, can break all things, can cut everything in the world.

But Qin Xuan's words made Eternal Sword Spirit completely make a decision.

He is a sword and a soldier, but he also has his own way.

The emperor never criticized him.

The avenue travels alone, for the emperor has always given others the way.

"With the emperor for many years, eternal, it is time to choose the way!"

Suddenly, the eyes of the Eternal Sword Spirit suddenly opened, and the body was caught by the many sword intents, and at this moment, it suddenly shattered.

In the entire Palace of Dreams, many broken swords constantly vibrated and trembled, and the sound of sword chants was like a dragon, and above the entire Palace of Dreams, it was like a long chant of dragons.

It was Qin Xuan who couldn't help but open his eyes at this moment.

He looked sideways at the location of the Eternal Sword Spirit, his eyes faint.

But seeing the endless sword in the Palace of Dreams, they rushed towards the location of the eternal sword spirit as if they were given orders.

In the body of the Eternal Sword Spirit, there was even a terrifying fire burning.

Every ray of flame is made of great roads.

"Your sword, it's interesting!" The sixth still water uttered, flying along the broken sword into the sky like a torrential rain.

Qin Xuan's eyes were calm, but the corner of his mouth was slightly curved, revealing a faint smile.

"If you can find the way forward, the sword spirit will finally have the foundation to settle down!"

"Even if the emperor is not there, he knows where to go!" Qin Xuan seemed to be happy for the eternal sword spirit.

"The avenue of soldiers, use the broken soldiers to make the sword body!" The sixth still water said lightly: "This sword has some expectations. It should be considered unique!"

"The spiritual path of soldiers is not uncommon, but few people are willing to make the spiritual path of soldiers in their hands cultivated." Sixth Jingshui glanced at Qin Xuan, "Different ways, there must be differences!"

"Even the sword in your hand is not the same as you. If it is a life or death battle, it is a major disaster!"

"Changqing, you don't understand this truth!"

Qin Xuan chuckled, "What? Is this emperor invincible without a sword in his hand?"

"That's a joke!"

Sixth Jingshui heard Qin Xuan's slightly arrogant words, and said no more.

Qin Xuan looked at the sword spirit cast body and stood up, his eyes closed again.

In this dream palace, he has cultivated the meaning, way, and style of ten thousand swords, and he has the essence of it.

With the power of the supreme **** pattern, he sealed it for three hundred years and repaired ten thousand swords.

Next, he should use the sword in his hand to break these ten thousand swords before he can become Qin Changqing's kendo supernatural power.

There is not much left of the power of the supreme **** pattern.

At most, this place can be sealed for a hundred years, and it should be exhausted.

The outside world, it should have been only a year later, if there is no accident, there is still time for the fairy channel.

"Don't worry, it will take half a year for the Fairy God Channel!"

"Exhausted the power of the supreme **** pattern, there is still time to come out of the king's soil!"

The sixth still water suddenly spoke, she was like Ming Qin Xuan's heart.

Qin Xuan did not respond, he was single-minded, all in the broken sword.

"Dream Palace, can be regarded as one of my registered disciples!"

"I once created nine thousand dreams. He cultivated nine thousand lives and nine thousand kendo!"

"In the last life, nine thousand generations and nine thousand swords are unified, and they have entered the road of longevity!"

The sixth still water chuckled, "He is nine thousand swords into one, but you are going to break these nine thousand swords and stand up. If the dream palace is still there and the swords are fighting, it will be very interesting."

As he said, Sixth Jingshui shook his head and sighed, "What a pity!"