Rebirth of the Urban Mad Immortal

Inside Baonian, a woman had a cold expression, and she sat peacefully in Baonian.

Beside her, there was a maid who was pale and panicked.

Around Bao Nian, ten monks wore armor and formed a large formation to protect Bao Nian.

There were shouts of killing outside, but Baoyan was quiet inside.

The woman stared at the front, never looked at the life and death outside, there was only peace in her eyes.

Whether it’s life or death, it doesn’t seem to be a wave in her eyes.

"Third princess, you should run away? The ink building is not good this time. There are 13 true monarchs and more than 30 monks. General Li is probably hard to be an enemy!" The maid opened the curtain and looked outside, her face turned. He became paler, and his eyes were full of fear.

"Escape?" The woman's voice was cold, "Where can I escape? The front is the Great Desolate Mountain Range. Without General Li's protection, I would die in the mouth of the monster."

"The Ink House may not win. General Li has been in the Yuan Ying realm for three thousand years. Yuan Ying has been top-grade, and his cultivation base has broken the mountains and the sea."

The maid wanted to say something and stopped, and finally sat in the middle, clutching the skirt tightly, her body trembling slightly with fear.

In front of Baoyan, more than twenty soldiers in armor would stand up in battle with the monk of the ink building.

Although the Ink Tower has a large number of people, it is detached and brave. On the other hand, the soldiers of the Great Kingdom of God have formed a battle formation, and they advance and retreat in an orderly manner.

The two sides fought, and the side of the great **** kingdom never retreated.

Among them, a figure with a golden armor whose face was covered by a helmet was holding a spear and fought with the four true monarchs of the ink tower.

Boom boom boom...

The magic weapon hit, if it breaks the night, tears the world apart.

There are even more primordial spirits and divine consciousness forming troops, turning into a golden dragon sword to attack in this night.

In the ink building, nearly fifty people are working, and magic weapons are constantly bombarding the battle formation. One of the enchanting women's face is covered by an ink mask, standing proudly in the air.

"Li Xiangtao, you don't have to struggle anymore, with your little strength, you can't stop my ink tower!" The woman's cold voice sounded, and she was not eager to do it, looking at the retreating army of God.

The golden armored man swept the spear in his hand and blasted back several magic weapons, standing proudly in the air.

"Soul, if Li does not die today, he will surely step down in the ink tower in the future!" Li Xiangtao's voice was full of suffocation, and the spear in his hand moved again, and a man against the four true monarchs did not retreat and advance instead.

Illusion sneered coldly, "The person the saint wants to kill will not survive, and trample down my ink tower? Even the old emperor of the Kingdom of God is here, he may not dare to speak like this."

She sneered, "Fighting with you for a long time, I just want to see what the Golden Dragon Guard of the Kingdom of God is capable of."

"I can see it now, so let's stop here!"

Yin Luo, she sat cross-legged, her eyes seemed to be shining with purple-black magic light.

I saw a white bone piano unexpectedly appeared between her knees.

"Retreat!"

Seizing Soul opened his mouth with a cold and proud voice. Suddenly, the four true monarchs besieging Li Xiangtao had already pushed away, marching towards the other eight true monarchs, and slammed into the battlefield.

Originally, the number of soldiers in the battle formation was small, and they were struggling to support. Now the four true monarchs join the battlefield. In an instant, soldiers vomit blood, and the war retreats steadily.

Li Xiangtao's pupils shrank suddenly, so he turned to help.

"Extremely ridiculous! In front of me, do you still have a thought?"

With a sneer, she dropped her hands on the bone piano, sliding her fingers gently.

Hum!

The strings trembled, and just for a moment, there was a sound wave like a blade, tearing the night out.

Li Xiangtao hadn't reacted yet, but saw that many sound blades bombarded his body protector, and the body protector of his top grade was torn like paper.

Li Xiangtao turned around abruptly, avoiding one of the sound blades, while dancing with the spear in his hand.

boom!

The spear collided with the sound blades, and Li Xiangtao stepped on the void, backing a dozen steps, and there was an explosion in the void that he stepped on every step, as if the air was stepped on at this moment, and the air wave swept in all directions. .

Li Xiangtao's eyes flowed, his eyes sinking slightly.

"I said, today you will be buried here, together with the three princesses of the Kingdom of God!"

"For those who are generals, if they die in the war, they should be safe and secure."

With a smile, Dehouxiu was about to play the qin. Suddenly, her eyes dazzled and she turned to look north.

I saw in the night, a thin monk came with a Buddhist gift.

The monk never looked at her. He looked ahead. Although there was a battlefield in front of her, there was nothing in the monk's eyes.

This monk is undoubtedly Qin Xuan, he does not hide, he enters the battlefield alone.

"Where is the monk, don't you go away?" I never spoke, but there was a real monarch in the ink building, with murderous intent in his eyes.

How can outsiders intervene in the life and death struggle.

Qin Xuan's eyes were calm, he didn't care, he was still walking, but his pace was slow.

Dagan Kingdom and Ink Tower are both extraordinary forces in Middle-earth. Ink Tower is one of the powers of the Holy Demon Palace in the Ten Star Territories. The Holy Demon Palace is the second-rank general power, which is also higher than the Tongbao Pavilion. In the last step, there are many demon powers under his command, covering the ten star regions and many cultivation stars.

As for the Great Kingdom of God, it is also one of the best in China, and its old emperor is also a supreme with a long life span.

But what does this have to do with him? He just went to Middle-Earth. There is a certain number of cause and effect, and there are many battles in the world. Qin Xuan will not intervene at will. Whether Ink House wins or the Kingdom of God wins, it has nothing to do with him.

He was just walking, and the ink tower in front of him, the Great God Soldier General, was not enough to let him Qin Changqing take a detour.

Qin Xuan didn't speak, but this attitude angered the true monarch of the ink house.

"Bald donkey, you are looking for death!"

The true monarch in the ink building directly acted, facing a Buddhist disciple in the Nascent Soul Stage, he didn't even care.

There was a black magic sword across the sky, slashing directly towards Qin Xuan, the sharp edge of the sword, like a crack in the void.

With the magic sword in front of him, Qin Xuan didn't rush his hands.

His hands holding Buddha power quietly turned into gold, and shot forward.

boom!

The palm of his hand was like gold casting and collided with the magic sword. With a roar, the magic sword flew upside down, and the true monarch of the ink building had his pupils slightly shaken, and his murderous intent rose.

Qin Xuan didn't say a word, and didn't wait for the true monarch of the ink building to start his hand again. In front of his palm, there was a huge palm print, like a dragon and tiger in a Buddha town.

The Great Buddha!

With just a palm, it landed on the body of the true monarch of the ink building.

The body protector's true essence was like paper, and the magic weapon flew upside down. In an instant, the true monarch in the ink building was shattered into a cloud of blood.

Until the palm prints dissipated, the entire battlefield was quiet.

The cultivators of the Ink Tower and Dagan Kingdom looked at Qin Xuan dumbfounded, with thin Buddhist clothes and thin figures, but... annihilated the true monarch with one palm?

Qin Xuan was still on his feet, and the true monarch with the ink tower was furious, "You are looking for death!"

"Bald donkey, how dare you kill my people in the ink building?"

The other eleven true monarchs were all furious. At this moment, De Soul suddenly yelled, "Shut up all to me!"

She stared at Qin Xuan, with a hint of palpitations in her eyes.

Not only that, Li Xiangtao's pupils trembled extremely, and he shouted loudly, "You wait for the order, retreat quickly, don't block the way!"

The two watched Qin Xuan and his slow pace, each step seemed to be in the hearts of both of them.

With just a palm, the two of them were extremely vigilant towards Qin Xuan, and even more vigilant was the breath emanating from Qin Xuan's hands and feet.

A single shadow moved slowly, facing the sixty or seventy monks and twenty true monarchs present, there seemed to be a silent word.

Those who stop me die!