Rebirth of the Urban Mad Immortal

With the words in his ears, Wang Xian'er was already distraught, his pores expanded, and a sense of fear had spread throughout his body.

At the moment of the moment, Wang Xian'er suddenly turned around, abruptly changing his figure, and the pair of Yuan Poison Palms shot towards the Eternal Sword.

In such a reversal of his body shape, Wang Xian'er couldn't help but snorted. The corners of his mouth were bleeding, his face turned pale, and the mana in his body was extremely chaotic. If the horse galloped, it would shake the inner palace and damage the meridians.

Despite this, Wang Xian'er didn't hesitate, his palms were like ink, facing the cold edge.

If he doesn't, I'm afraid the sword has penetrated his chest.

Even if he cultivated hundreds of feet, if he was hit, he would be seriously injured if he didn't die, but he couldn't understand how the Qing Emperor was so blind to everyone that he could change his position.

boom!

The sword edge of the Eternal Sword shook with the Yuan Poison Palm. Suddenly, there was a sound of the sword entering the flesh and bones. At this moment, Wang Xian'er's black palms were cut off by the sword qi.

"what!"

At this moment, Wang Xian'er's eyes were blood-red, and both palms were cut off, and the pain was almost crazy to him.

He looked like an evil spirit, his eyes full of hideousness, even more incredible.

His palms have been tempered like stainless steel, the gunfire is hard to penetrate, the sword is hard to hurt, and now he was cut off by the opponent's sword?

There was a feeling in Wang Xianer's heart that the figure in front of him was completely different from the Azure Emperor who had fought before, and became even more terrifying. The sword's edge seemed unmatched and could hardly resist the edge.

In Wang Xian'er's heart, the Eternal Sword was already out like a dragon.

One after another, they practiced cold light, and suddenly fell on the power of the earth immortal that Wang Xianer blasted.

boom!

With a muffled sound, if the sword light smashed and decayed, it would have cut the power of the earth immortal in an instant.

The sword's edge penetrated, and the whole world was silent for an instant.

Haoyue was in the air, but it was difficult to hide the blood on the sword.

Wang Xian'er's body was stiff, and he was full of disbelief. Looking at the faint cold light on his chest, he seemed to see the bright moon in the sky and the endless night stars from this sword.

His body was stiff, and suddenly, his body exploded with unparalleled power of the immortal, surging in all directions, and the surrounding earth had turned into dust at this moment, and cracks spread.

"It's impossible!" He roared, looking at the unmoving immature figure, but his mouth was full of blood, constantly overflowing.

The heroes and the powerful looked stupidly. They watched the half of the sword point come out, and watched Wang Xianer's vitality retreat. For a moment, the heroes were terrified.

"Wang Xian'er, he was actually defeated!"

"How could it be that Senior Wang would actually lose!"

"My God, hundreds of years of cultivation, but lost to an eighteenth young man."

"This is the Azure Emperor? Haoyue cuts down the immortal!"

At this moment, the heroes were extremely shocked and looked at the figure under the bright moon in horror.

At this moment, the outcome has been divided, life and death have been determined.

Wang Xian'er, who had been aloft, went to Shennong to grab woods, and climbed Shennong to grab other treasures, was actually on the top of Mount Tai, under the bright moon, with a sword through his chest!

Qin Xuan's pupils were as deep as the night sky. He quietly looked at Wang Xian'er, watching that Cang Mai pupils grew darker, and he never said a word.

Without the appearance of a winner, without the slightest joy, but slowly drew out the Eternal Sword, accompanied by blood like a spring, drops of blood dripping from the Eternal Sword, its posture is like a fairy.

This sword is called Huanyun!

On the top of Mount Tai, there was already a dead silence at this moment, only the bright moon, surrounded by wonders, but it was difficult to conceal this person's appearance.

Wang Xian'er just let out that roar, and after that, he could no longer hide his defeat, his face was already completely bloodless, his lips were white as cold and snowy, but he couldn't make a sound again.

He exhausted all his strength and looked up at the sky. Under the bright moon in the sky, there were also seven colors of light flashing crazily, and the two golden glows.

Wang Xian'er let out a sorrowful laugh, and without closing his eyes, the whole person stood on the top of Mount Tai with his palms broken, without any chance of life.

With the death of Wang Xian'er, the seven-color long-horned beetle, which was constantly attacking big and small in the air, was suddenly brilliant, its seven colors like rainbows, illuminating the top of Mount Tai.

A screaming scream resounded across the Mount Tai, and suddenly, the seven-color celestial beetle seemed to be burning, and the fire was seven-colored, and its tiny eyes were as **** at this moment.

boom!

A seven-color rainbow light has already swept the night. It has never attacked Jin'er or Jin'er, but came straight to Qin Xuan, seeming to avenge Wang Xian'er. The seven-color flame, and the essence of its body, is burning, as if The meteor fell into the world, and the explosion finally splendid.

Qin Xuan looked at the seven-color beetle with the same light in his eyes.

"Well, since you want to go with him, I am as you wish!"

On the Eternal Sword, the sky-shaking sword chant suddenly sounded, and the sword aura was wispy, but if the night was cut into thousands, the Eternal Sword would have passed the seven-color long beetle in an instant.

The flame was extinguished, and the body of the seven-colored beetle was cut into pieces in an instant. Qin Xuan's expression was indifferent. Jin'er, big and small, was neighing in the air, skimming the rest of the night, and passing the remaining body of the seven-colored beetle. The corpse of the seven-color long beetle was completely swallowed by the big and small gold.

The two congenital gu neighed up to the sky, and the golden glow on their bodies increased sharply. In a faint, there was a hint of golden air lingering, but they soon disappeared.

Jin'er, big and small, flew back to Qin Xuan's shoulders, closed his wings, even if the Xuan had fallen silent.

The great powers in the distance looked at this scene, and their faces were already dull.

Wang Xian'er died like this? The peerless and powerful man who once stood proudly above Huaxia is now falling into Mount Tai and his soul into Huangquan.

Even the seven-color longhorn beetle disappeared in smoke and fell completely.

Before the Taishan battle, how many people believed that the Qing Emperor would lose, who would have thought that the final result was so different.

From beginning to end, they couldn't see that the Azure Emperor was exhausted and displayed many magical powers, but the Azure Emperor was still so indifferent, as if he had never used his full strength.

"Senior Wang, just died like this?" An old man was pale.

"The Azure Emperor is too terrifying, it is simply unfathomable!"

"Looking at China, who else will be the opponent of the Qing Emperor?"

"Hua Xia... is going to have a peerless one!"

Countless voices sounded in the hearts of the heroes, they looked at the towering figure, if the green mountains are immortal, if the gods are alive.

"Qin Xuan, I won!" Mo Qinglian smiled even more, her heart chords turned and she finally got what she wanted.

"Qin Xuan!" Xu Bing'er looked at Qin Xuan blankly, as if obsessed.

"Unsurprisingly, Qingdi, after today, China will respect one person." Jun Wushuang muttered, his eyes glowing.

Su Qiaoer was silent, the stars in her eyes dimmed, she looked at Qin Xuan, not knowing what to say.

Ning Ziyang was even more dazed. In his mind, he remembered what Qin Xuan had said before, grinding his body with Wang Xian'er, but now... this Qing emperor is really like this. If the kuangyan comes true, can he still be called kuangyan?

Kunlun Little Immortal Venerable's eyes flashed with astonishment, and Ji Yaoyue was even more pale, looking at the figure in disbelief, "This is impossible. With him being a mortal powerhouse, how can he be so powerful?"

Ji Yaoyue roared in her heart, unwilling to believe this fact.

Qian Fugui laughed out loud, and gave a thumbs up to the figure under the bright moon, "Qin Xuan, great!"

Qin Xuan stood proudly under the bright moon, but the Eternal Sword never took it back, and the sword never left his hand.

Suddenly, a slender sword that melted into the darkness of the night had torn the darkness, cut the moonlight, and hit Qin Xuan's back.

A cold and sly smile appeared quietly on the top of Mount Tai, under the bright moon.