Rebirth of the Urban Madman

On the plane, Qin Xuan looked at the surrounding clouds with a puzzled look on his face.

What did his parents do in Liaobian?

Qin Xuan frowned and looked at the news that Jun Wushuang had investigated. His grandfather did not seem to move. The entire Qin family was still operating normally, and it did not look like they were facing a great enemy.

With his grandfather's ability, he should be very clear about the hatred between him and the Lord Haiqing.

The hatred of killing a son is irreconcilable.

How could he be so calm? Or is there some reason here that he has never understood in his previous life?

Qin Xuan's state of mind was slightly disordered, but it soon subsided.

"The boat will naturally straighten itself when it reaches the bridge." Qin Xuan said softly. The plane shook slightly, and a feeling of landing came. Qin Xuan looked at the ground getting closer and closer, with a faint light in his eyes.

Liaobian, here we are!

He got off the plane, and his clothes blew up in the wind.

It was still about dozens of miles away from the Liao border. He refused the car prepared by the Jun family and walked towards the Liao border with big strides.

Car?

Too slow!

Then, his figure disappeared, leaving everyone in shock.

Qin Xuan was very fast, and the surrounding scenery retreated one after another. He moved forward at the speed of sound and arrived at the battlefield in less than ten minutes.

In the forest, Qin Xuan paused slightly. He felt the ground shaking and the thunderous sound in the distance.

"Boy, this is not a place you can come to."

Suddenly, a voice slowly came into his ears. Qin Xuan looked up and saw a middle-aged man who caught a wild rabbit in the mountains and set up a bonfire to prepare a delicious meal.

Qin Xuan smiled faintly and passed by this person.

"Don't worry, there is no place in this world that you can't go to!"

As soon as the words fell, his figure disappeared, leaving the middle-aged man a little surprised.

"Young people nowadays!"

The middle-aged man opened a mud-sealed wine jar and poured a mouthful of wine into his mouth, shouting in joy.

When Qin Xuan arrived at the battlefield, his eyes were fixed on the already messy battlefield on the cliff. On the battlefield, two figures were like illusions, constantly fighting.

Qin Xuan frowned slightly, "It seems that the situation in China is really not optimistic."

There were seventeen people in the distance, whether it was the demon general Zhai Chuan or Lin Ge, they were all comparable to innate figures. There were also the fifteen innate-level strongmen overseas, and... Qin Xuan's eyes fell on the figure on the cruise ship at sea.

"Qingzhu, Yue Long?"

There was a gleam in Qin Xuan's eyes. With his eyesight, he naturally saw the extraordinaryness of this Qingzhu Yue Long.

Although he did not use any power, he seemed to be one with the world, and even the sea breeze that passed by this Qingzhu Yue Long automatically avoided it.

This is no longer a question of strength, but of the Tao... This Green Lord Yue Long has already touched the Tao.

The Tao... This can only be touched by the Golden Core Stage.

Qin Xuan's eyes flashed with surprise. On this star, he actually saw the existence of the Tao.

Even Ning Ziyang could only feel the existence of the Tao, and there was still a distance from touching it.

No wonder!

Qin Xuan sighed in his heart, but what concerned him more was that he felt that the Green Lord Yue Long opposite him seemed a little familiar.

Have you seen him before? Qin Xuan frowned a little more, and then shook his head slightly.

How could it be possible? He could not have had any intersection with the Green Lord in his previous life, and in this life, this was definitely the first time they met.

He did not look at Yue Long again, but his eyes moved and fell on the two on the battlefield.

The fifth national protector Mo Tiankui and the Zheng family's Tianquan-level strongman, Zheng Wuxian.

The fight between the two was very violent. Mo Tiankui was extremely fast, even better than the Earl-level Blood Monk. Not only that, she had black claws between her hands. Chinese warriors rarely use such weapons.

On the other hand, Zheng Wuxian, who was at the Heavenly Fist level, had fists and feet as fast as thunder and lightning, and his power was heavy. Every move was extremely fierce and fatal.

In the eyes of ordinary people, the fight between the two was more like a constant muffled sound in the air, and their figures and speed could not be seen clearly.

But those present were not ordinary people, so they naturally had enough eyesight to see the fight between the two.

Boom!

With a muffled sound, Zheng Wuxian's mouth slightly outlined an arc. His fist was as heavy as a mountain, pressing on the body of Mo Tiankui. He could feel the crisp sound of the bones in the body of Mo Tiankui.

Not cracked yet?

Zheng Wuxian was slightly surprised, but not surprised.

Just when he was about to withdraw his attack and attack again, a pair of sharp claws had grabbed his wrist without him noticing.

Zheng Wuxian's face changed slightly due to the cold and sinister eyes, and his body trembled violently, with every inch of muscle trembling.It was constantly trembling, and the power it was surging out was like a surging sea wave, even making the indestructible claws tremble a little.

The corners of his mouth hidden under the purple-black robe seemed to be slightly raised. Mo Tiankui ignored the pain behind him, and a majestic innate power turned into a dark mist, covering the surroundings.

Boom!

In the mist, it seemed that a figure was blown away.

Zheng Wuxian's face turned pale, and blood flowed from the corners of his mouth. On his chest, two claw marks crossed to form a cross shape, and even the hard new material armor he wore in his body was torn, with skin and flesh torn and blood dripping.

"Looking for death!"

Zheng Wuxian was angry, and his whole body burst out with strength. His palm was like a knife, slashing in the air one after another.

Whoosh!

One after another, wind blades compressed by terrifying power rushed towards Mo Tiankui, as fast as thunder. Under the attack of these wind blades, Mo Tiankui raised his hands to block them. The wind blades hit the claws and actually cut some thin gaps on them.

Taking advantage of this time, Zheng Wuxian moved. His body jumped into the air and his legs stirred frantically.

Countless gusts of wind were like knives, forming a huge storm that ravaged everything.

Qin Xuan watched from the side and saw that this move was once used by Zheng Tianzuo in the southwest... If he remembered correctly, it seemed to be called Wind Dragon Blade.

Well... flashy things, but on this Tianquan-level strongman, it was much stronger.

The huge wind dragon was raging. In comparison, Zheng Tianzuo's wind dragon blade seemed like a small snake, while Zheng Wuxian's wind dragon blade was more like a giant python.

The storm, which was more than ten meters high and almost swept across the entire battlefield, was raging and turned into a wind dragon and rushed towards Mo Tiankui.

Mo Tiankui's face was hidden under her robe, and no one could see her expression.

At the moment when the huge wind dragon was about to descend, Mo Tiankui moved, and a pair of huge black wings rose from her back. The wingspan of the black wings reached tens of meters, and they flapped wildly.

Condensed objects, magical!

This magical thing was not a vision, but just a pair of huge black wings.

The black wings trembled and flapped the knife-like winds. Even the spreading innate power had the sign of blowing Zheng Wuxian's wind dragon away.

"Miao Mei, do you really think that the mystery of the wind dragon blade lies in these winds?" A cold voice came from the wind dragon, and Zheng Wuxian's figure actually took the initiative to tear the wind dragon apart and rushed towards Mo Tiankui.

The strong men on the Chinese side changed their colors slightly. The warriors of Nangao have always believed that their bodies are the most powerful weapons, so they never disdain external objects.

The smile on Zheng Wuxian's face became more and more intense. His right foot even rubbed against the air and sparks of fire appeared. The terrifying force under his feet compressed the air like a dragon, roaring towards Mo Tiankui.

If this kick hit, even a small hill would be blown apart.