Rebirth of the Urban Mad Immortal

The breeze is fading, and the sun hangs high.

In Linhai, it is hot in autumn, if the stove is steaming.

In the manor, Mo Qinglian pressed the scorching sun with a superb expression. At this moment, she was circling by the icy mist, and it was still under the scorching sun.

Her face was solemn enough, as if facing an enemy.

Now, she has achieved great strength in her training, and she can be a battlefield.

In fact, she had ascended to protect the country and fought against the black and white heavenly monarch who claimed to have just entered the earth.

In this battle, she has never lost, but never won.

Mo Qinglian only knew that she had kept her hands in that battle and never tried her best.

But also in that battle, Mo Qinglian knew about her own strength, which could be a battlefield fairy.

Earth fairy!

Once upon a time, this was a high-looking existence in Mo Qinglian's eyes. It seemed to be only in the legend, but now she can compare with it. The gap is only a year.

Even so, Mo Qinglian did not dare to be careless at this moment.

Because she knew that the person in front of her was Qin Xuan, the Qing Emperor who was known as the number one in the world.

However, Mo Qinglian never flinched, and there seemed to be a trace of warfare in her frosty eyes, eager to try.

Qin Xuan stood with his hands in his hands, his white clothes as old.

"I thought you would refuse!" Qin Xuan smiled faintly.

Mo Qinglian looked at Qin Xuan, her eyes trembling slightly.

"Naturally, I have never had this confidence, not to say that it is a great achievement in Qi training, even in the Golden Core Realm, I am afraid it will be difficult to fight you." Even so, Mo Qinglian was never depressed, she just looked at Qin Xuan, "I agreed, but I just want to know how far apart I am from you!"

The more warfare in her eyes, she will be with the mountains and forests, the sun and the moon will be companions, and she will practice hard all year round.

All this, she just caught up with Qin Xuan's footsteps.

Most of the time passed, Mo Qinglian did not dare to say that she could fight Qin Xuan, but she had a trace of confidence, at least, the distance between her and Qin Xuan was already shrinking.

Qin Xuan smiled faintly, as if he could see through Mo Qinglian's mind, he shook his head slightly.

"far away!"

He just spit out these two words slowly, making Mo Qinglian feel unwilling.

No matter how strong Qin Xuan is, Mo Qinglian knows very well that Qin Xuan will never practice for more than two years. After stepping into the path of cultivation, she understands more about the vastness of the road ahead, even if it is like Qin Xuan. The long road is actually just getting started.

"It will get closer and closer!" Mo Qinglian's eyes became more frosty, and his fighting spirit became brighter, like a glacier.

Qin Xuan no longer spoke, and the next moment, Mo Qinglian's hands were already condensing tactics.

The ten-fingered ice lotus bloomed on Mo Qinglian's chest, and a thick layer of ice condensed on the entire ground at the moment of condensation.

Under the scorching sun, the entire manor was as if it were in a polar glacier, and it was icy.

There was even more ice mist in the air, completely concealing the figures of Qin Xuan and Mo Qinglian.

Qin Yan'er's eyes condensed slightly, and he noticed Mo Qinglian's extraordinary strength.

Only the start of the Yinjue is so amazing. If the Yinjue is displayed, how terrible is its power?

She is already a golden core, but still feels amazed at Mo Qinglian's cultivation.

Qin Xuan was in the icy fog, and he was chilly, but he didn't seem to notice it.

He quietly looked at the ice mist in front of him, "Bing Mist Sword Art? Unfortunately, your kendo is shallow, and it is difficult for you to exert its power!"

Qin Xuan shook his head lightly, "It's not wise to use Sword Art in front of me!"

"Perhaps!" Mo Qinglian's indifferent voice was heard slowly in the ice mist, and Qin Xuan's brows wrinkled lightly when the voice came to his ears.

He looked at the ice mist in front of him, and before he knew it, a sharp edge had already appeared.

boom!

As if ten thousand swords were present, in the surrounding ice fog, dense ice swords gushing out of the surrounding ice mist, crystal clear, but with the power of extreme cold, they shot down on Qin Xuan's body guard.

In just a moment, Qin Xuan's body protector was trembling slightly, and the ice was frozen from the extreme cold. The chill seemed to erode into Qin Xuan's body through the body protector, and the blood became a little bit at this moment. Stiffened.

If Qin Xuan hadn't practiced the Eternal Evergreen Art, and possessed the Eternal Evergreen Body, I am afraid that under this sudden situation, he would be affected and even suffer.

Qin Xuan nodded lightly, a flash of approval flashed in his eyes.

"The three tactics are in one, it's intentional!"

Qin Xuan spoke softly, and then, his palm swept across and lightly landed on the ice.

In just an instant, the ice layer was shaken into countless crystals, and then reduced to nothingness.

"The Frost Mist Sword Art is imaginary, but in reality it is a fusion of the Hundred Sword Art and the Ancient Ice Art." Qin Xuan smiled, "Inferring from one another, it's not the usual way. This surprised me."

After that, he stepped on, and with this step, the earth did not move, but the entire void seemed to trembled, and the air wave swept in all directions like a tsunami, and all the ice mist dispersed under this step.

Mo Qinglian's expression was a little unnatural. This scene seemed to be easily broken by Qin Xuan, but in fact she had been studying it for more than half a year, and she did not know how much effort was spent.

Is it just intentional?

Mo Qinglian smiled bitterly, and she sighed lightly. This feeling made her very unwilling, as if it was a gift that she had carefully prepared, but it was so ordinary that she could easily see in the eyes of the other party.

At this moment, Mo Qinglian's expression suddenly changed, and she saw a pair of indifferent pupils.

"I told you that distraction in battle is a big taboo." Qin Xuan's indifferent words sounded, but when the words reached Mo Qinglian's ears, Qin Xuan's figure had already appeared in Mo Qinglian. In front of him.

But a step away, but if condescending, looking down at Mo Qinglian.

Qin Xuan's expression was indifferent, no longer so plain, as if dissatisfied with Mo Qinglian's distraction.

After that, Qin Xuan slowly reached out his palm, his palm was slow, but Mo Qinglian's expression suddenly changed.

She felt familiar with this scene. At this moment, Mo Qinglian had all the magic power in her body. If she suffered a severe cold, it would be a tsunami, and she would be frozen into a sculpture due to the extreme cold. If an ordinary person's finger falls into it, I'm afraid it will freeze to death in it.

Not only that, Mo Qinglian condensed the tactics with both hands at the same time, and the sound of the river rushing faintly spread from her body.

In front of her, the cold mist condensed and turned into a miniature formation. In the center of the town, a heart-guard appeared in front of Mo Qinglian.

Gu Bingjing!

The ninth-rank pinnacle's magic formula fits in with the ancient ice tactics, and even has the power comparable to the eight-stage tactics, enough to resist all attacks under the golden core.

As far as defense is concerned, a real glacier is in front, but that's all.

It's a pity that even so, Qin Xuan's palm still didn't hinder half of it.

Wherever it passed, the cold mist did not invade half a minute, and when it fell on the ancient ice mirror, Qin Xuan's palm turned into fingers at this moment, and his index finger was leisurely, showing a jade color, revealing purple thunder bones.

A lightly touched finger landed on the ancient ice mirror.

In an instant, the ancient ice mirror broke, centered on the finger, and split like a spider web.

Until the entire ancient ice mirror was fragmented, Qin Xuan's fingers lightly fell on Mo Qinglian's chest.

As in the past when he was in the Pearl of Still Water, that indifferent finger.

After a year, nothing has changed.

Qin Xuan looked at Mo Qinglian quietly, "The distance between you and me is nothing more than that!"

Qin Xuan faintly retracted his palm, looking at Mo Qinglian with a dull expression.

"How about great qi training?"

"I defeat you, still..."

"One finger is enough!"