Rebirth of the Urban Madman

Since Qin Xuan entered the mountains, the whole world seemed to be silent.

It was as if the thousands of miles of clouds were about to thunder.

Qin Xuan slowly turned around, bent down, and picked up Xiao Wu's broken arm.

"Reconnect the bone!" He pinched the seal and punched into the broken arm. The broken arm, which had lost almost eight points of blood, seemed to have regained vitality. Qin Xuan even poured out a drop of blood from his heart, which turned into rolling essence and flew into the arm, flying towards Xiao Wu.

Xiao Wu took the arm and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Qin Xuan also punched the seal and entered above Jun Wushuang, and the hazy green light enveloped Jun Wushuang.

"You, go in here to heal your injuries!"

His words were calm, without anger or indignation, but they made people feel a sense of fear.

Even Hong Luo couldn't help but feel a little terrified in her heart. She tightly grasped the moon ring in her hand, and her pupils kept shrinking.

The young man in front of her brought her too much pressure.

Just like facing her Nascent Soul grandfather, this pressure... Hong Luo was shocked.

"How is it possible! How could someone on this mortal planet make me feel this way?" Hong Luo was shocked, and there was a gleam in her eyes, "It should be an illusion, or a secret method that affects the mind."

Immediately, Hong Luo became more and more angry.

A mere mortal star cultivator actually made her feel scared?

This is simply a shame!

"I'm asking you, are you deaf?" Hong Luo spoke, her eyes were cold, and the moon ring in her hand had been sacrificed and refined, like a big moon rotating, rushing towards Qin Xuan.

Buzz!

Facing the moon ring, Qin Xuan just turned his head lightly, and then he slowly stretched out his palm.

Five fingers were precise, pinching the moon ring.

As if catching the moonlight, the moon ring was extremely fast and sharp, but under these five fingers, it was difficult to move forward at all.

A trace of cold sharp power surged out from the moon ring, turning into thousands of sharp auras, as if to chop Qin Xuan's five fingers into powder, but when the sharp aura fell on Qin Xuan's palm, it actually made a sound of metal clashing.

Ding ding ding ding...

Densely packed, like a sudden music.

It seemed that the five fingers were like a sacred mountain, and no matter how many swords fell, it would be difficult to hurt them at all.

Qin Xuan looked at the moon ring in his hand, "Seventh-grade magic weapon!"

He said calmly, "Yes, no wonder it can hurt my wife and friends so miserably."

Hong Luo's face suddenly changed, and endless waves of shock rose in his heart.

How is it possible!

He, he actually caught the seventh-grade magic weapon with his palm and five fingers?

Suddenly, Hong Luo had already performed the seal, and his mind moved slightly, wanting to call back the moon ring.

Qin Xuan did not stop him, he slowly released his five fingers and let the moon ring fly back.

He glanced at the small seventh-grade tower, "Two seventh-grade magic weapons?"

He walked towards the small tower!

"How dare you! Do you really think I don't exist?" Hong Luo was extremely angry. As a disciple of the inner sect of the Eight Desolate War Sect and a descendant of the True Lord, no one had ever dared to look down on her like this.

Qin Xuan seemed to have heard nothing. He walked towards the small tower and then kicked it.

It was like kicking a small stone. In an instant, Hong Luo's pupils were shaking violently.

Her face suddenly turned red, and her mind was struck by lightning.

The small seventh-grade tower shook violently in an instant, and it could not hold on for a breath before it was kicked away.

Little Jin'er flew out from under the small tower, its wings curled, and there were faint cracks on its golden armor.

No one knew how many times this little guy had impacted this seventh-grade magic weapon.

It seemed that even if it was shattered to pieces, it could not suppress its ferocity.

Xiao Jin'er left the small tower and was about to go to Hong Luo. His eyes had already turned blood red, as if he didn't recognize any relatives.

"Come back!"

Qin Xuan spoke lightly, his tone extremely calm.

Suddenly, Xiao Jin'er's body trembled, and it screamed, like the cry of a phoenix or a dragon, shaking the heaven and earth.

"I said, come back!" Qin Xuan still said calmly.

Xiao Jin'er stared at Hong Luo with his bloodshot eyes, then turned around and looked at Qin Xuan, and finally flew back to Qin Xuan's side.

Hong Luo was even more shocked when he saw this scene.

"Is this Gu yours?" Hong Luo asked in surprise.

This Gu is so ferocious that it can be subdued by someone?

Qin Xuan still ignored it. He looked slightly into the distance.

In the distance, there were two figures running like lightning, and the figures of Linghe and Hu Qing gradually appeared in the mountains.

The two turned pale, especially when they saw where Qin Xuan was, where Hong Luo was, and the wounded Jun Wushuang and Xiao Wu's broken arm.

In just a moment, the two turned completely pale without a trace of blood.

"Qingdi!"

Linghe, as a demon cultivator, seemed to have encountered a peerless demon at this moment, with fear in his eyes.

Qin Xuan glanced at the two and then looked away.

He seemed not to have seen the two salute.His eyes finally fell on Hong Luo, who had a beautiful face and a swaying figure.

Qin Xuan slowly stepped forward, one step, "Are you a cultivator from the Eight Desolate War Sect?"

Hong Luo's face changed slightly, and she became even more angry, "I asked you a question but you didn't answer it, but asked me instead?"

Qin Xuan said indifferently, "Do you know who the people you hurt are?"

Qin Xuan still walked forward, and Hong Luo was even more furious.

She had never seen such an arrogant person, who dared to treat her as nothing.

Even in the world of cultivation, in the Eight Desolate War Sect, even the great cultivators of the Divine Transformation had to pay respect to her.

Qin Xuan pointed at the seriously injured and trapped Qin Yan'er, "She is my servant!"

Then he pointed at Xiao Wu, "She is my friend!"

Finally, Qin Xuan pointed at Jun Wushuang and said lightly: "She is my wife!"

"The person you want to refine the furnace is my own son!"

Qin Xuan didn't care about Hong Luo's increasingly angry expression, let alone the two seventh-grade magic weapons lingering around Hong Luo.

"You hurt my wife, want to refine my son into a furnace, cut off my friend's arm, and want to swallow my servant's bones and blood!"

Qin Xuan said lightly, "One of them, you are not enough even if you die ten thousand times!"

"And now, you dare to do this!"

Hong Luo's face suddenly became ferocious, "What did you say? A mere ant dares to talk to me like this?"

"You are looking for death!"

Suddenly, the seventh-grade small tower has been lifted into the air, turned into a size of nine feet, like a mountain, pressing towards Qin Xuan.

The moon ring flashed with endless coldness at this moment, as if a bright moon was blasting out from in front of Hong Luo.

The two seventh-grade magic weapons seemed to sweep across the world and crush everything at this moment.

Even Ling He and Hu Qing's pupils shrank suddenly.

"Hong Luo, don't do that!"

Ling He roared, and unknowingly, his back was already soaked with cold sweat.

Qin Xuan looked at the two seventh-grade magic weapons indifferently. He just raised his palm and held the nine-foot divine tower with one hand. Then, he punched out, and his fist collided with the moon ring.

In an instant, the moon ring flew apart, and the divine tower shook.

Qin Xuan still looked calm and looked at Hong Luo.

"Don't say that you are just a Jindan cultivator!"

"Even if you are the emperor of the fairy world, I, Qin Changqing..."

"I will kill you!"

On Qin Xuan's body, a wisp of blood appeared quietly, and the 720 golden leaves in his body lit up at the same time, as if illuminating Qin Xuan's body like an immortal golden body.

He stepped on the ground, and the ground cracked in all directions.

Then, Qin Xuan appeared in front of Hong Luo, and slowly placed a palm on that incredibly beautiful face.

With one palm, he landed on his shoulder bone, and Hong Luo's arm rose from his shoulder.

It burst into pieces, and the bones and blood turned into mist!