Rebirth of the Urban Madman

A trifling trick! ?

Wu Du's face turned red and blue at this moment, especially when he exerted his full strength, but was actually broken by Qin Xuan's seal.

This made Wu Du feel extremely humiliated, "You are a mere incarnation, and you dare to be so rampant! I want to see how many moves you can block me!"

Before the sound fell, he had already condensed the spell.

Another fifth-grade spiritual spell, the white mist rolled, turned into a vast sea, and crushed towards Qin Xuan.

Unlike before, this white mist was not the slightest bit ethereal, but every wisp was extremely heavy, as if it was going to crush a mountain.

"This is the Mingkong Demon Suppression Technique of the Wu Family!" Someone exclaimed. This Mingkong Demon Suppression Technique is very famous in the Middle Earth. It was created by a current Wu Family ancestor. He once suppressed a Hedao Demon King in the Great Wilderness Mountains. He suppressed Hedao with the help of the fifth-grade spiritual spell.

The white mist poured like a river in the sky, and it was vast in the eyes.

Qin Xuan held Zhu Wen in his hand and entered the white mist. In front of him, the protective true energy kept trembling, and even cracks appeared.

Qin Xuan entered the long river of white mist and smiled faintly.

He let go of Zhu Wen and shouted softly: "Da Jin'er!"

Da Jin'er flew out from Qin Xuan's shoulder and grabbed Zhu Wen with the size of a grain of rice. Then, Qin Xuan's body shook.

The Eight Desolate Battle Body was fully opened, and there were nine dragon patterns on his fists. He was like a person opening a long river and blasting forward.

When his fists fell into the white mist, it was as if he was smashing a mountain.

Boom boom boom...

A series of violent roars sounded, like thunder rolling.

Qin Xuan's eyes were bright, as if he had opened up a road.

He almost smashed the white mist for dozens of meters. There was still white mist in front of him, and the road he had opened up behind him was also shrouded in white mist.

"I think you can break my Wu family's spiritual art by becoming a god, what a wishful thinking!"

In the air, Wu Du smiled, and felt Qin Xuan trapped in the white fog, and a cold look flashed across his eyes.

Mingkong Zhen Yao Jue, as long as his magic power is continuous, the white fog will be endless, and it can even confuse perception. The great demon of Hedao was exhausted to death by his Wu family ancestor in this place.

In the white fog, Qin Xuan seemed to have noticed it, and his mouth corners were slightly raised.

"A mere spiritual art, let alone the white fog trapping Qin Changqing, even the Tianhe in the fairyland, how can it stop me?"

His voice rang out in the white fog, and suddenly, he stepped on it.

Fighting Nine Styles, stepping on all things!

With one step, this piece of white fog was almost stepped through by him, and a huge pit suddenly appeared on the ground of Tianzhu City. The surrounding buildings, even including Tianzhu Tower, also collapsed instantly under this terrifying crack, and a ruin emerged around the white fog.

Many cultivators looked at this horrifying scene with horror on their faces. The area of ​​ten feet in radius was instantly turned into ruins, and Qin Xuan was still in the Mingkong Demon Suppression Technique.

In the white fog, Qin Xuan took advantage of the power of this step and soared into the sky like a mad dragon.

He clenched his fists into the void, and his blood and energy turned into a giant hammer, hitting his head.

A roar!

It was as if a sky hammer fell into the river, and the power of the hammer almost broke the entire white fog.

Fighting Nine Styles Hammer the Sky!

Qin Xuan looked arrogant in his eyes, and for the first time he looked at Wu Du in the air with an unbelievable look, and smiled faintly, "People of the Wu family, I didn't look for you, but destroyed myself."

Before Wu Du got angry, Qin Xuan rushed towards Wu Du like a long rainbow.

In an instant, he was close to Wu Du, with vortexes in his eyes, as deep as the starry sky, as if he could see through everything in this world.

When Wu Du was about to condense the spell, Qin Xuan had already made his move. His palm was like a blade, slashing at Wu Du's body-protecting true essence.

The middle-grade body-protecting true essence of Daojun was like paper in Qin Xuan's palm knife. If you look closely, you can find that there is a dense blood pattern on Qin Xuan's palm. These blood patterns are different from the Eight Desolate War Patterns. They seem to be more like a restriction. Under this restriction, Qin Xuan's palm is extremely sharp.

This palm went to Wu Du's hands to condense the spell.

Wu Du was horrified in his heart. He ignored the spirit spell and the pride of Daojun. In an instant, he moved his mind and a shield, like scales, appeared in front of him, blocking Qin Xuan's palm.

Under this palm, the runes on Qin Xuan's palm were filled, and the scales and shield burst into a roar. There were even more huge waves in the void, as if two mountains collided and the void was about to be trampled and destroyed.

Wu Du felt as if his mind was hit by a sledgehammer. The recoil from this fifth-grade magic weapon was so terrifying that it seemed as if this palm could almost cut the fifth-grade shield in two.

Wu Du retreated. At this moment, he didn't care about his face. Qin Xuan's body was too strong, and he was not a dual practitioner of magic and body. In a close-range battle, he was naturally at a disadvantage.

Before he could retreat, Qin Xuan seemed to see through Wu Du's actions. He reacted faster than Wu Du and stepped forward, punching the shield. There were strange runes on his fist. With one punch, the array pattern on the fifth-grade shield seemed to be disintegrated.As if it was destroyed by this punch.

"This is..." Zhu's ancestor was far away, and his pupils shrank suddenly when Qin Xuan attacked.

The reason why magic weapons have magic weapons is because of their extraordinary materials, and with the smelting of the great formation, they have all kinds of power.

The array patterns on the magic weapons are even more solid. Under normal circumstances, as long as the magic weapon itself is not broken, the array patterns of the magic weapon are almost impossible to be destroyed, but now, the array patterns on the Xuanming Scale Shield are actually about to be smashed.

This is absolutely impossible, and it is too incredible, as if Qin Xuan's fist is enough to break the formation and the law.

Zhu's ancestor stared at Qin Xuan, and the restriction was almost magnified many times. He saw the runes on Qin Xuan's fist, but what made Zhu's ancestor confused was that he didn't know it at all. It was just his intuition that the power that could cause the array patterns to be almost scattered was related to the runes on Qin Xuan's fist.

In the shock of Zhu's ancestor, Qin Xuan had already attacked like a storm.

He punched and kicked, and almost every punch and kick hit the weak point of the magic weapon, blocking Wu Du's retreat.

If Wu Du did not stop to block, he would have to bear Qin Xuan's attack with his body.

At this moment, Wu Du was almost in pain, and could only hold on, and even the corners of his mouth were bleeding.

The recoil force on the Xuanming Scale Shield was too terrifying. Every time he almost felt like being hit by a mountain, how could such power be possessed by a cultivator in the God Transformation Realm.

The surrounding cultivators were even more stunned, looking at Wu Du who was like a sandbag in the air, their minds were blank.

The God Transformation Realm fought against Fanxu Daojun so easily, could it be that the tenth sun had already crossed the sky on Moyun Star?

At this moment, the array pattern on the Xuanming Scale Shield finally dissipated, and the light was dim. Even though the material was extraordinary, it no longer had the light of a magic weapon.

A fifth-grade magic weapon was destroyed by Qin Xuan's fist. Before Wu Du could react, he suddenly found that he could no longer control the Mysterious Scale Shield.

Qin Xuan was like a god of war, with cold eyes. With a fist wrapped in the Eight Desolate War Pattern and strange runes, he directly smashed Wu Du's body-protecting true essence and landed on Wu Du's chest.

With magic power like a tide, at this moment, Wu Du could only do this much to defend against Qin Xuan's punch.

Boom!

With one punch, Wu Du almost bleeds and retreats two thousand meters. He is like a meteor, passing by the building below.

Qin Xuan did not chase him this time. He watched Wu Du bleed in the distance, and the restriction on his fist quietly dissipated.

He slapped his waist, and the Mysterious Light Dragon Slashing Gourd had already appeared in the air. The Bixi had a spirit and turned into a ten-foot-tall virtual image, carrying the Mysterious Light Dragon Slashing Gourd.

"You are just a Taoist, but you want to vent your anger for the Wu family and regain some face. Unfortunately... You underestimate me, Qin Changqing. I, Qin Changqing, never take the Wu family seriously."

"Your Wu family dare not kill me, Qin Changqing, but if I, Qin Changqing, kill your Taoist, your Wu family..."

"What else can I do?"

Qin Xuan spoke slowly, and his magic power entered the Xuanguang Zhanlong Gourd. The Bixi roared, and the dragon roared in the sky.

"Die!"

With one word, the Xuanguang shocked the sky, as if the sky and the earth were split!