Rebirth of the Urban Madman

Tong Yuxian looked at the person who spoke, and many of the Tianjiao around him were like swords unsheathed, with their edges faintly exposed.

"Since it is my proposal, then I will do it. Is there anyone among the contemporary Golden Immortals who would fight me!?"

This ancient creature's eyes swept over the more than 30,000 golden clouds.

As for the 133 golden clouds above, he did not consider them.

Being able to be higher than all the Tianjiao, it can be seen that the person above is extraordinary.

Even if it is a Golden Immortal, it is definitely a terrifying person, which cannot be compared with ordinary Tianjiao below.

There are also gaps among Tianjiao, not to mention that there are Hunyuan Tianjiao above the more than 100 golden clouds.

"The Yuantong clan, this clan's pupil technique can be seen from one thing and inferred from another, which is a bit of a prediction of the first opportunity!"

"It is said that the saints of the Yuantong clan can tell the winner at a glance, even if it is a fight between saints."

A Tianjiao of the contemporary world smiled faintly on the side.

This person was on top of 133 golden clouds, with the emblem of the saint clan, the ninth level of Heaven's Envy, and a proud demeanor.

At this moment, someone slowly walked out of the golden clouds below.

"I'm here to fight you!"

The person who spoke was from the third-class saint clan, and had reached the eighth level of Daluo.

Although he had not yet reached the ninth level of Heaven's Envy, he had faint signs of reaching the ninth level of Heaven's Envy, and seemed to be only half a step away.

However, the genius of the Yuantong clan was only at the sixth level of Daluo.

The genius of the Yuantong clan chuckled, and the next moment, there seemed to be endless threads in his pupils moving in a certain trajectory.

In his hand, a fairy sword had already appeared.

The sharpness of his sword instantly cut through the world and killed the genius of the time.

"The winner is determined!"

A voice slowly sounded above the 133 golden clouds.

This is a former ancient Tianjiao, who once loudly declared in front of the Imperial Palace, holding the Hunyuan Corpse, Xun Qianxue.

As expected, within seven moves after Xun Qianxue's voice fell, the current Eighth Turn Golden Immortal was slashed by the Tianjiao of the Yuantong Clan. The sword pierced his chest, and the sword energy shook, and the Tianjiao was shattered into a ball of golden mist.

The Tianjiao of the Yuantong Clan smiled proudly, took the storage fairy treasure, and looked quietly at the more than 30,000 golden clouds.

"It's just a piece of cake. Has anyone in the world fought again?"

All the Tianjiao of the world had a somewhat ugly face.

The first battle was not favorable, which also reduced the sharpness of the world.

"I'll do it!"

A Tianjiao of the younger generation of the Saint Clan spoke up, holding a gun and killing, like a dragon.

This man was also a Golden Immortal of the Eighth Stage of Great Luo. He used all his strength right from the start, even using the Primordial Chaos Divine Ability.

The Yuantong clan’s prodigy sneered. He did not fight this prodigy head-on. After dodging several times, he beheaded the burly man with a sword when he was furious.

“Second, is there anyone else coming!”

Among the more than 30,000 prodigies, many of them had already faintly flashed a chill in their eyes.

The ancient prodigies of the Yuantong clan used killing moves without any mercy.

The saints behind the two prodigies who were killed could not help but snort coldly.

They did not care about the life and death of this younger generation, but instead cared about... their own face.

Although the Yuantong clan’s prodigy was a sixth stage of Great Luo, he was also an existence that had dominated the same realm in an era. How could he be such an easy enemy?

Especially the second person, who had cultivated for countless years, was so angry that he could not resist. It was just like a child fighting.

"Don't be too arrogant. There are people in the world, but they just don't want to fight with you!"

A faint voice sounded, and a man in white clothes, but without the clan emblem on his body, seemed to be a scattered immortal.

A scattered immortal, who could enter this banquet, was extraordinary.

And this person was only the seventh turn of Daluo, which was not as good as the two before.

Some people in the world around frowned, "This person is too reckless. If he loses three people in a row, the face of the world will be completely lost!"

"It's just a sixth turn of Jinxian. If I had known this, I should have taken action earlier!"

Some people in the world frowned and did not look favorably on the man in white.

However, the man from the Yuantong clan frowned slightly. When the man in white walked out, there was a faint light flashing in his pupils.

Before the man in white could make a move, he slowly bowed and said, "I have fought twice. This time, let someone else fight!"

He took a deep look at the man in white and finally retreated.

This time, many of the world's geniuses stood up and stared at the genius of the Yuantong clan.

"Knowing how to advance and retreat, being appreciated by the saints, and being banned from the world, is indeed special!" Zhao Rusheng spoke slowly, with a hint of indifference in his eyes.

Although this man in white is a casual cultivator, his power of the seventh revolution is definitely better than the other two descendants of the saints.

I'm afraid he has a legacy, andThere are endless opportunities.

The Yuantong clan's genius used his magical powers to deduce that his chances of winning were slim. He had already shown his power and won two battles in a row, making the contemporary genius defeated, so he simply stopped fighting.

The white-clothed man's eyes also sank slightly, looking at the Yuantong clan's genius, helpless.

"Let me fight you!"

A heavy voice slowly sounded, and a man with gray skin and a stone-like appearance walked out.

The Xianpan clan's genius, Daluo Seventh Turn, was at the same level as the white-clothed man.

The white-clothed man nodded gently, and then, two swords appeared in his hands.

In an instant, he stepped on his feet and killed the Xianpan clan's genius.

"The Xianpan clan is a clan that has purely cultivated the body and reached the sainthood. In terms of defense, it is comparable to the immortal treasures of the same realm!"

"But the Xianpan clan's attack is not weak, just a little slower. If you can see through their weaknesses, it will not be difficult to win!"

Zhao Rusheng murmured softly. He controlled his voice and did not let it flow into the field, otherwise it would inevitably make the ancient creatures think that he was helping.

Many Tianjiao are here. If they help, it will not be him who loses, but the face of the entire world.

On the 133 golden clouds, a former ancient Tianjiao glanced at Zhao Rusheng.

In the field, the man in white was seen fighting with the Tianjiao of the Xianpan clan.

At the beginning, the man in white was suppressed by him. Soon, after being seriously injured, the man in white seemed to react.

"Broken Sky Mysterious Blood Knife!"

"Is this the magical power of Xuanxue Xianzun, who is known as the first immortal in seven million years?"

Someone recognized the knife and looked at the field.

The man in white held two swords in one hand, and found a flaw in the gap between the attacks of the Xianpan clan, and suddenly slashed at his neck.

The two swords penetrated his neck half an inch, and golden blood filled the air.

The Tianjiao of the Xianpan clan roared even more, and his fists were like hammers, and his gloves had spikes.

The man in white did not dodge or avoid, and took the blow head-on, and the spikes even pierced his immortal body.

"Die!"

He roared, and the blade light on the two swords not only did not fade, but became more dazzling.

Boom!

A ray of blade light swept across a thousand feet, and a head fell like a stone.

The man in white dragged the corpse of the Tianjiao of the Xianpan clan, and two huge spikes pierced through his chest and abdomen.

He couldn't hold back the blood at the corner of his mouth, and slowly put away the sword.

This battle, the world wins.