Rebirth of the Urban Madman

"Grandma Xue, don't be too sure. In the end, it depends on Ni'er's opinion. If Ni'er doesn't want to go to Xuantian Sect, don't say that I don't give face to Xuantian Sect." Feng Mo interrupted the old woman's aggressive tone at the right time, "I, Feng Mo, am not dead yet. We are old friends. Don't tear each other's faces."

The old woman's pupils paused slightly, and she smiled without comment, but she didn't say anything else.

There was another roar on the field, and Liuyun flew backwards. The long sword in his hand was trembling, and the tiger's mouth was cracked.

The golden mace stood in the field, and the young man of the middle grade of Yuanying smiled faintly, "I have heard of the name of the first true monarch of Tianyun Sect for a long time, but it's just like this!"

"You are not my opponent, so let's change someone!"

He looked at Liuyun. Although he was fighting against a higher grade, there was no pressure in his eyes. He looked calm, and he seemed to be sure of victory.

Liuyun's face was very ugly. Not only that, the faces of the more than 30 Daojuns in the entire Tianyun Sect, and even Li Xuandao, were also very ugly.

"As expected of Xuantian Zhenzong, this boy is young, but he has mastered a domain. With the golden mace in his hand, he can easily tear mountains and rivers." Someone sighed and said, "Although Liuyun is already a half-step Daojun, his foundation is still a little lacking. He is too eager to achieve success and wants to break through to Daojun. On the contrary, his foundation in the Nascent Soul Realm is not as good as that of the disciples of Xuantian Zhenzong."

"Hmph, he is just a True Lord, why is he so arrogant?" Feng Mo's old face was a little embarrassed. He glanced at the figures standing next to the battle site. They were all in the True Lord Realm, but the aura of these people made them, the Daojuns, a little nervous.

They didn't know the strength of those Yuanying Realm cultivators, but they could tell that the young man who appeared was not the strongest among them.

Many Daojuns looked dim. A million years ago, Xuantian Sect still had to rely on the Tianyun Divine Tree. Now, it has surpassed Tianyun Sect by many times.

Not to mention the ten supremes, even the disciples are like a hundred flowers competing for beauty, and each one is better than Tianyun Sect.

Now the situation of Tianyun Sect is extremely bad. After hundreds of years, Fengmo will die. At that time, Tianyun Sect will no longer have a supreme to protect it. That will be a disaster.

Without a supreme, how can they protect the Tianyun Divine Tree?

Many Daojuns understand these thoughts, even Tianyun Sect understands them.

Therefore, Liuyun wants to become a Daojun as soon as possible, which leads to excessive success in the Nascent Soul Realm.

Li Xuandao looked at this scene, and the nails on his hands went deeper into his bones.

If he became a supreme at this moment, why would Xuantian Sect be so arrogant? However, he knew the problem. If he didn't break his heart knot, how could he become a supreme?

Liuyun's eyes were focused. He used the Tianyun technique to restore his magic power and said slowly: "I am indeed not your opponent, but I am a disciple of the Tianyun Sect. I am still standing here, how can I talk about defeat?"

After the voice fell, Liuyun drew his sword in an instant, and the Tianyun sword technique, five styles soared into the air, and the sword way connected the heaven and earth.

This was his last sword, pouring out everything, and forgetting his life.

Even the young man from the Xuantian Sect couldn't help but shrink his pupils, and a trace of solemnity flashed across his calm expression.

The golden mace in his hand suddenly chopped out, and the boundless golden light almost covered the world and turned into a domain.

In that domain, there was a constant roar, as if the sword was slashing the mountains, and it was like thunder roaring, and the sword sounded endlessly.

After seven full breaths, in the golden light, a sword light swept through the golden domain in an instant, tearing the golden domain apart. Liuyun's face was pale, and there was blood at the corner of his mouth.

On the other hand, the young man from Xuantian Sect had a cut on his sleeve, from the sleeve to the shoulder blade. Although there was no injury to the flesh, it still moved the three supremes of Xuantian Sect.

"This boy is indeed the most outstanding Tianjiao of Tianyun Sect. Through this battle, he broke the barrier with a desperate blow. It won't be long before he becomes a Dao Lord!" Xue Lao slowly spoke and nodded, "It's not that Tianyun Sect has no one. This boy is so young, and there is hope that he will achieve Dao in ten thousand years."

Although she praised, Li Xuandao was not happy at all.

At this time, a voice sounded in the field.

"Liuyun, you asked for this!"

The young man's eyes were gloomy, his face was a little red, his sleeves were torn, and the whistling cold wind irritated his nerves.

A dignified second-grade sect, known as a Tianjiao disciple, was almost injured by a disciple of a third-grade sect in the northern wilderness of Moyun Star.

This is simply humiliating!

He could not bear it any more, and in an instant, the golden mace in his hand moved.

The golden mace turned into a dragon, a pair of golden maces, at this moment, almost turned into two golden dragons that were cast as if made of gold, and rushed straight towards Liuyun.

"Double Dragon Mace Technique!?"

Li Xuandao's face suddenly changed, and he shouted: "How dare you, Liuyun has not much spare strength, and you still dare to do this?"

"Don't worry, I am here, and I will not let your disciple suffer a heavy blow. Some suffering is inevitable, and it is also a kind of warning." Xue Lao spoke aside, lightly.

Li Xuandao stood up andThe momentum stagnated, and the two dragons met, the golden light was a hundred feet long, and the dragon roared to shake the hall.

In the dazzling golden light, Liuyun's pale face was reflected.

The previous sword had completely exhausted all his magic power. At this moment, his body was empty and he couldn't even use the body-protecting true energy.

Fengmo's eyes sank slightly, and his little finger on his right hand trembled slightly, "Master, don't worry. If Liuyun is seriously injured, the price that Xuantian Zhenzong will pay will be more than ten thousand times!"

His words were already an undisguised threat.

Xue Lao and the other two were slightly shocked, and one of the old men with white hair and a childlike face had already said, "It's almost time to stop!"

The two dragons were extremely fast and had already fallen, but when the golden light touched Liuyun, there was a sound of bone fracture, and Liuyun was bleeding and flying.

At this moment, the words of the old man with white hair and a childlike face came.

Just a sound, and it suppressed the twin dragon mace, and the amazing mace light seemed to disappear quietly.

Feng Mo glanced at the old man with his peripheral vision and smiled faintly, "The words come true, it is an amazing magical power."

The voice contained the Tao principle, and it shook the twin dragon mace technique.

"Liuyun!"

A Taoist Lord stood up, pinched out a spiritual spell in his hand, nourished Liuyun's body, and even shot a pill into Liuyun's mouth to protect his broken bones.

A group of Taoist Lords dared to be angry but did not dare to speak. Liuyun's injury was not serious, but it would take one or two months to recover completely.

The young man holding the golden mace also suddenly woke up, turned his head and looked at Feng Mo and the other four supremes, a great power.

"The disciple was reckless, and his mood was difficult to calm down. When the disciple returns to the sect, he will accept the punishment!"

Before Feng Mo and others could speak, a sound of breaking through the air had already been heard.

Feng Mo raised his eyes slightly and paused, "It's time for this little guy to come back!"

Every Daojun also looked up and looked at the rainbow light that came across the sky.

The light flew into the air and dissipated, revealing two figures.

One was wearing the clothes of Tianyun's chief disciple, and the other was holding a wine gourd and smelling of alcohol.

Qin Xuan lowered his eyes and glanced at Liuyun's serious injury. His eyes fell on the young man holding the golden mace. He looked down and only uttered three words.

"You did it?"