Rebirth of the Urban Mad Immortal

Ask the heart sword!

The three words, like three gods, bombarded everyone's hearts.

Feng Xuan's old eyes flashed with a faint cold light. This cold light was like frost, and Liu Han felt like falling into an abyss. This kind of oppression made Liu Han's heart tremble.

Feng Xuan listened to Qin Xuan's wild words and believed that the elder's honor could be punished at Xingfeng. He had never done so before, but the three words asking the heart sword made the old man really angry.

Li Xuandao's eyes were even more frosty, "Cool, you are too presumptuous!"

His voice was like ice, shaking his knees to the ground with cold, and he turned a few meters back, and the sky clouds were worn out.

A group of Taoists looked at each other even more and fell into silence.

Some people's eyes fell on Liu Han, and some people's eyes fell on Qin Xuan.

"Sect Master, elders, the disciples are for the Sky Cloud Sect! Although Wenxin Sword is harsh, if Evergreen has no ghosts in his heart, he will never object!" He turned his head, his eyes looked at Qin Xuan with hatred, even facing Li Xuandao's anger, facing Feng Xuan's anger, the corners of his mouth were provoking and laughing.

Li Xuandao wanted to shout, and just opened his mouth when a leisurely voice interrupted him.

"Ask Xinjian?"

"it is good!"

Qin Xuan nodded, "Then ask Xinjian!"

His eyes were calm and he asked the Heart Sword, also known as the Tianyun Zhuxin Sword, one of the Tianyunzong secret arts.

All sentient beings in the world are selfless, and if they have half selfishness, they will be cut through the state of mind by the sword, and even lead to the collapse of the Taoist heart.

Liu Han heard Qin Xuan's answer, and his eyes were brilliant.

"Evergreen, you are looking for death yourself. Unless you are a saint and have no distracting thoughts, you will be turned into a waste by the sword of the heart!"

Many Taoists were even more shocked, looking at Qin Xuan in disbelief.

"This guy is crazy? Doesn't he know that the heart sword is terrible?"

"Even if I wait, I dare not say that I have a clear conscience and enter the Sky Cloud Sect. Who doesn't want to obtain the Heavenly Cloud Sect's exercises, magic pill, and ask Dao to become immortal. These are all selfishness, and they have this selfishness. When asked the heart sword to be cut, the Dao heart will collapse."

"This guy is simply a lunatic, arrogant or arrogant, I have never seen such a person in my life, I can't see through, I can't see through!"

A Taoist monarch murmured, saying that the Taoist monarchs had a life span of ten thousand years. Among them were people who had gone through a long time. They had seen too many scenes, people, things, and things, but they had never been as shocked as they are now.

A monk who transformed into gods was nothing but made them tremble with a huge wave in their hearts.

Li Xuandao's eyes had a sharp glow, "Evergreen, don't mess around, do you know what is the heart sword?"

"If it's not a saint, it's me, and I can't guarantee that I will be safe and sound in the Heart Sword."

Feng Xuan also slowly said, "Little guy, Tianyunzong has only moved the Wenxin Sword twice for millions of years, once the sword pointed at Daojun, once the sword pointed at the power, and Wenxin sword, both of them were broken. One body's cultivation is reduced to nothingness."

"You have to think about it!"

The two looked at Qin Xuan and at the calm face, trying to see a trace of retreat and a trace of difference.

In the end, the two people and even the Dao Jun present were disappointed.

Qin Xuan stood quietly, smiling lightly: "Just ask the heart sword, why is it true?"

"But if you ask the disciple whether he has a plan to enter the Sky Cloud Sect, then the disciple will show a heart for everyone to observe!"

Qin Xuan's words were calm, but the Dao Monarchs present trembled.

Present a heart for everyone to observe!

It was Li Xuan Dao and Feng Xuan. At this moment, he couldn't help but look at Qin Xuan in disbelief.

Qin Xuan Lang Lang said, "In the old days, when the Cold Wind Sect sect was destroyed, the disciple was like a dog in the mourning family, chased and killed by the Red Flame Sect disciple, as if hiding in a boundless hell."

"Master Yunni, coming in the sky, as if opening the way for his disciples, peeping into the darkness!"

"If there was no master, the disciple would have already died, and there would be no such thing as the Tianyun Sect today."

Qin Xuan said indifferently: "I have been apprentice to the Sky Cloud Sect, just to apprentice, and I have nothing else to ask for!"

"As I said, like Yunzong today, the disciple really..."

"Look at it!"

Qin Xuan smiled faintly, and he stretched out his hand to ask, "Sect Master, why hesitate and ask your heart with a sword. The disciple has a clear heart, and there is nothing wrong with it. What is there to fear?"

As soon as the voice fell, Li Xuandao hadn't made a sound, but in the hall, there was a voice that grew more and more serious.

"Hehehe, the little guy is mysterious, he deserves to be able to kill more than two hundred transformation gods of Illusory Cloud Zong by one person, kill Lingyi, even the little boy of Phantom Yuan was extinguished and projected by you!" An old man appeared out of thin air and appeared Above everyone.

"Uncle Master!"

"Brother Feng Mo!"

Li Xuan Dao and Feng Xuan were slightly startled, and looked up at the five-foot old man in astonishment.

Feng Mo held his hand and stood in the middle of the hall. He looked at Qin Xuan, his eyes were only vast, and he could not see the slightest emotion.

Daojun on the scene hurriedly got up and saluted at this moment, "Meet Master!"

Flowing cold made his body trembled and his face was full of horror, because he knew who the inconspicuous little old man was.

The only one in the Sky Cloud Sect... Mahayana Supreme!

I am afraid that the only person with the usual expression is Qin Xuan. Qin Xuan raised his head slightly to look at Feng Mo, "Disciple, I have seen Master!"

Feng Mo took his hand, not caring about the others, but said: "Dao Yun, Feng Xuan, I will use the sword of the heart, I am sure it can be bigger, even if this one is injured, I can stop it in time! "

He landed slowly and landed in front of Qin Xuan.

Facing the eight-foot Qin Xuan, the five-foot wind demon seemed short, but in the eyes of everyone present, this old man had supported the Sky Cloud Sect for tens of thousands of years. Without this old man, the Sky Cloud Sect would have been destroyed.

"Uncle Master! This..." Li Xuandao hesitated slightly, and his face was full of bitterness.

Feng Mo raised his head and looked at Qin Xuan, "Boy, you have to be ready, old man, I just said that, in case you can't stop it, if you have something in your heart, don't blame me, old man!"

Qin Xuan laughed dumbly and said, "Master, please!"

He stepped back and asked Feng Mo to do it.

Wind Demon's palm was condensed, and a pale silver little sword appeared in the palm of his hand. It was silent and magnificent. It was just this three-inch silver sword, whose upper layer was covered by restrictions.

After condensing for a while, Feng Mo looked at Qin Xuan. He flipped his palm and the sword disappeared. Behind Qin Xuan, a three-inch small sword suddenly appeared.

Even though it was Qin Xuan, his pupils couldn't help distracting at this moment, and his body fell backward.

"Evergreen!"

"Brother!"

Li Xuan Dao and Feng Xuan paled at this moment, and couldn't help but scream.

Only Feng Mo, slightly condensed, but indifferent.

Ask the heart sword, such as covering water, how can it be collected?

Liu Han's eyes were even more refreshing, and his body was even faintly agitated. He hated it too much. A monk who transformed into a **** actually humiliated him one after another, and even forced him into this situation.

He looked at Qin Xuan who was about to fall to the ground, the light in his eyes grew brighter.

At this moment, Liu Han's face suddenly stiffened.

Qin Xuan stepped back slightly, supporting the body that was about to fall, exerting force under his feet, and stood up abruptly.

Cang hair is like snow, white clothes are like old, standing like loose.

"This is Wenxinjian?"

The corner of Qin Xuan's mouth was slightly raised, with a faint smile, feeling the dull gaze, the voice was like wind.

"But so!"