Rebirth of the Urban Mad Immortal

Tong Yuxian looked at the vocalist, and many Tianjiao around him were like unsheathed swords, faintly exposed.

"Since it was my suggestion, let me do it, the golden immortal of the world, can someone fight me!?"

This former ancient creature gazes above the thirty thousand golden clouds.

As for the 133 golden clouds above, he was not considering it.

Being able to be higher than all the arrogances shows that the people above them are extraordinary.

Even the Golden Immortal is definitely a terrifying generation, not comparable to the ordinary Tianjiao below.

Tianjiao also has a gap, not to mention that there is Hunyuan Tianjiao on top of the more than one hundred golden clouds.

"The Yuantong clan, this clan's pupil technique can be glimpsed, but it's a little bit of predictability!"

"It is said that the sages of the Yuantong clan can see victory or defeat at a glance, even if it is a battle between sages."

On the side, there was a current Tianjiao who laughed lightly.

This person is above one hundred and thirty-three golden clouds with a saint's clan emblem.

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

"I'll fight you!"

The people who speak out come from the clan of the third-class saints, and there are eight turns of the big Luo.

Although he has not yet entered the Ninth Revolution of Heaven and Jealousy, there are faint signs of entering the Nineth Revolution of Jealousy, which seems to be only half a step away.

And the Tianjiao of the Yuantong clan, but only Da Luo Liu turned.

I saw the Tianjiao of the Yuantong clan chuckled, and the next moment, if there were endless threads in his pupils, he moved in a certain trajectory.

In his hand, a fairy sword was out.

The sharp edge of its sword light cut through this square of heaven and earth in an instant, and slew to the current Tianjiao.

"The outcome is determined!"

Above one hundred and thirty-three golden clouds, a voice slowly sounded.

This is a former ancient Tianjiao who used to speak loudly in front of the imperial palace, carrying the Hunyuan Corpse, Xun Qianxue.

Sure enough, in Xun Qianxue Yinluo, but within seven moves, the eighth-turned Golden Immortal in the world was cut under the sword by the Tianjiao of the Yuantong clan, one piece was worn on the chest, the sword qi was shocked, and the arrogant was shocked that day. Extinct into a cloud of golden mist.

The Tiantong of the Yuantong clan smiled proudly, took photos of the storage fairy treasure, and quietly looked at the 30,000 golden clouds.

"It doesn't take much effort. Has anyone ever fought again?"

But the face of Tianjiao in the world is a bit ugly.

The first battle was unfavorable, and this was also a loss of energy for the present.

"I come!"

Tianjiao, a descendant of the saint race, spoke up and shot him to death, like a dragon.

This person is also the Golden Immortal of the Eighth Rank of Da Luo, and when he comes up, he uses his best, and even uses the supernatural powers of Hunyuan.

I saw the Tianjiao of the Yuantong clan disdainfully smile, he did not hardly shake with this Tianjiao, after several dodges, at the moment that burly man's anger attacked his heart, he beheaded with a sword.

"Second, can someone else come!?"

Among the more than 30,000 Tianjiao, many people have a faint chill in their eyes.

The former Gu Tianjiao of the Yuantong clan, all shots were killer moves, and he had never been weak.

And the two great arrogances who were beheaded, the saint behind them, couldn't help but hum.

They don't care about the life and death of this younger generation, but care about... their own face.

Although the Tianjiao of the Yuantong clan has the sixth rank of Da Luo, it has also existed in the same realm in an era. How can it be such a good enemy?

Especially the second person, who has been cultivating for an unknown number of years, will actually become angry and fight with children.

"Don't be too arrogant, there is no one in this world, but I don't want to do anything with you!"

A faint voice sounded, there was a man wearing a white coat, but there was no clan emblem on his body, it seemed to be a loose fairy.

It is extraordinary for a stray fairy to join this banquet.

And this person has only the seventh rank of Da Luo, which is not as good as the two before.

Some people in the world frowned, "This person is too reckless. If you lose three people in a row, you will lose all your face in this world!"

"It's just a six-tier golden fairy. I knew this before, and I should shoot earlier!"

Some people in the world frowned and were not optimistic about the man in white.

However, the man from the Yuantong clan frowned slightly, and the moment the white man walked out, his pupils faintly flickered.

Before the white-clothed man could do anything, he slowly said, "I have already had two battles. Let someone else do this battle!"

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

This time, many current Tianjiao stood up and stared at the Tianjiao of the Yuantong clan.

"Knowing advancing and retreating, being able to be appreciated by the saints, and being banned from the world is indeed special!" Zhao Rusheng slowly said, and there was also a touch of indifference in his eyes.

Although this white-clothed man is a casual cultivator, the power of the seventh rank must be born from the descendants of the other two saints.

I am afraid that there is inheritance in his body, and there are more opportunities.

The Tianjiao of the Yuantong clan used his magical powers to deduced that he had little chance of winning. He had already raised his power and won the two games in a row, which made the current Tianjiao uncomfortable and simply stopped fighting.

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

"I will fight you!"

A heavy voice slowly sounded, and what came out was a man with pale skin, like a stone.

The Tianjiao of the Xianpan clan, Daluo Seventh Rank, was in the same stage as the white-clothed man.

The man in white nodded lightly, and then, in his hands, double knives emerged.

In an instant, he stepped on his feet and killed the Tianjiao of the Xianpan clan.

"The Xianpan clan, a clan that is purely cultivated into the holy, and its defense is comparable to the immortal treasure of the same realm!"

"However, the offensive of the Xianpan clan is not weak, it's just a bit slower. If you can understand its weaknesses, it won't be difficult!"

Zhao Rusheng murmured softly, his control voice did not flow into the field, otherwise it would inevitably make the former ancient creatures feel that he is helping.

Many arrogances are here, if they help each other, it is not him alone, but the face of the whole world.

Above one hundred and thirty-three golden clouds, Qian Gu Tianjiao glanced at Zhao Rusheng.

In the field, the white-clothed man and the Tianjiao of the Xianpan clan shook hard.

At first, the man in white clothes was suppressed by it, and immediately, in the serious injury, the man in white seemed to react.

"Sky Broken Profound Blood Knife!"

"This is the magical power of the Profound Blood Immortal Venerable, known as the first Immortal Venerable for seven million years, right?"

Someone recognized the knife and looked into the field.

I saw that the white-clothed man was holding a pair of knives together, found a flaw in the gap of the Xianpan clan's attack, and suddenly cut to his neck.

The two swords were half an inch into the neck, and the blood was filled.

The Tianjiao of the Xianpan clan roared even more, with a pair of fists like sledgehammers, and the gloves had thorns.

The white-clothed man didn't even evade and shook the blow, with thorns even piercing his immortal body.

"dead!"

He roared loudly, above the two swords, the blade's light not only never declined, but even more brilliant.

boom!

A ray of sword light swept across thousands of 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 cones pierced out of his chest and abdomen.

The blood at the corner of his mouth was uncontrollable, and he slowly retracted the knife.

This battle was won in the world.