Rebirth of the Urban Madman

In Yanhe, in the night, a black shadow was speeding on the road, the engine roared, as fast as lightning.

A middle-aged man in his forties in the car had a solemn face, and his mobile phone was thrown on the co-pilot, and it had not been turned off.

"Which guest official is it that actually appears here!" Zhang Zhonghao was puzzled. Now that China is hit by a storm, every sword holder is in danger, and some sword holders have even lost their lives. At this time, there are actually guests in Yanhe?

You know, every guest official of the Huguo Mansion is a Xiantian.

Which Xiantian dares to take action at this time? Isn't he afraid of the fifteen great masters in Liaobian?

Time passed, and when Zhang Zhonghao arrived at his destination, he saw the car parked on the side of the road, the messy wheat field, the sword marks, and the blood...

"Hiss!"

Zhang Zhonghao took a breath of cold air and felt a chill in his lungs.

He got out of the car immediately and walked towards the car carefully. When he got close to the car, the window slowly lowered, revealing an extremely unfamiliar face.

"Excuse me, who are you..." Zhang Zhonghao was slightly startled when he saw the overly young face, and asked hesitantly.

"Are you the sword master of the Huguo Mansion?" Qin Xuan had already changed his clothes and looked at Zhang Zhonghao quietly.

"Yes." Zhang Zhonghao nodded, glanced at the car, and asked hesitantly: "I don't know where the guest who ordered me to come is?"

Qin Xuan smiled faintly: "I am."

What?

Zhang Zhonghao didn't react for a while, and after a few beats, he said in a panic: "Sword Master Zhang Zhonghao greets the guest senior."

He was a little shocked. Wasn't the young man in the car too young? Or did the other party practice some kind of secret technique to rejuvenate? Was he actually an old monster over a hundred years old?

Qin Xuan's eyes were like water, and he slowly said: "I asked you to come here because I need you to deliver a great gift on my behalf, okay?"

Zhang Zhonghao hurriedly said: "Follow the guest's orders."

Give a gift?

Zhang Zhonghao secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and his brows slightly frowned.

At this moment, China is in danger. It's fine if this guest of the National Defense Mansion does not help China, but why let him, a sword-wielding user, do such a small thing?

Zhang Zhonghao shook his head. There was nothing he could do. Who made the other party a congenital guest? Even if he was asked to deliver a glass of water, he dared not disobey.

Qin Xuan saw the subtle changes in Zhang Zhonghao's expression, but he didn't care at all.

"The things are in the back of the car, sent to the major overseas powers in Liaobian." Qin Xuan smiled leisurely and slowly closed the car window, "It's impolite not to reciprocate. Since overseas has given me such a great gift, this gift should be returned!"

Zhang Zhonghao was a little confused, but the car had already started slowly and began to leave.

After watching the car Qin Xuan was riding in disappear, he looked at the gift Qin Xuan had mentioned before.

Instantly, Zhang Zhonghao was stunned, his eyes began to tremble, and his face began to turn pale under the moonlight.

Twelve heads, three in a row, a full four rows, neatly placed on the road.

On some heads, the eyes were wide open, as if they had died with their eyes open, and even the blood had not completely dried up.

"This... this..."

Zhang Zhonghao's body trembled. As a master and the swordsman of the Huguo Mansion, he was not careful and sat on the ground all of a sudden.

He knew each of these twelve heads. They were all foreign masters who invaded China, and the Huguo Mansion had information about them.

That guest... killed twelve master-level masters?

My God!

Zhang Zhonghao felt like thousands of horses were galloping in his heart, and his hands and feet were cold.

After more than ten minutes, he came back to his senses, turned his head and bowed deeply in the direction where Qin Xuan had left.

"Zhang Zhonghao will definitely deliver this gift!"

He spoke word by word in a sonorous voice.

The next morning, the night gradually faded, revealing the scorching sun.

For ordinary people, it was still a mediocre and numb day, with crowded crowds of people coming and going in the city.

At this moment, in some corners of the city, some strong men woke up from their dreams, or practiced all night, and the martial arts masters who had never slept took out their mobile phones and habitually opened the Jianghu Forum.

Soon, these strong men, without exception, turned pale.

"What?"

Almost the same voice was heard in countless places in China.

In the Jianghu Forum, a heavy news came out, shocking China.

Last night, Wu Bodhisattva An Ning was surrounded and killed by ten overseas masters. He fought his way out of the encirclement and killed three overseas masters in a row. In the end, he disappeared and his life or death was unknown. Only a battlefield with a radius of one mile was left, and the ground was in ruins.

The Xiao family in the south was suddenly attacked last night. Overseas masters came together and surrounded and killed the nameless old servant beside Old Master Xiao. Blood was spilled in the night. In the end, the Xiao family even had to mobilize the local army.Only then did they force those overseas warriors to retreat. Old Master Xiao also vomited blood and became seriously ill.

At the border of Jiangbei, Xiao Zhenwu was surrounded and killed by overseas warriors. The number of people was unknown. After a bloody battle, three corpses were left, as well as four overseas warriors who were trapped in the formation and escaped until the early morning. As for Xiao Zhenwu, he disappeared. Like Wu Bodhisattva, his life and death were unknown, leaving only a blood-stained Taoist robe.

The Dulong in the south who was once on the military list was surrounded and killed in the Liao border area in the north. He fought desperately to kill seven people but failed. His blood was spilled in the mountains. His head was cut off and hung on a cliff.

Chen family, Chen Boxiang, was surrounded and killed on the way to the north. He fought hard to escape and entered the local military territory. He was seriously injured and unconscious. The Chen family has mobilized the best doctors in the country to go there, and even the old man of the Chen family has been alarmed and went there personally.

The Great Sun Venerable who came from the Western Desert was surrounded and killed, and one arm was cut off. He killed three people and escaped. According to rumors, people thousands of meters away seemed to hear the nine-character mantra, thinking that it was a divine manifestation, and they all worshiped.

The He family in Jiangnan was besieged by the masters and almost fell, but two people were nailed to death by a long spear that suddenly rose in the family, and the rest of the overseas masters were frightened and fled in panic.

The Feng family in the north was surrounded and killed by overseas masters. None of the two masters survived, but fortunately the casualties of the clan were less than five.

The bloody news made all the Chinese warriors feel uneasy again.

How long has it been? The Chinese Tianjiao just appeared and turned the disadvantage around. These overseas masters made such an amazing move, surrounded and killed... Nearly two hundred overseas masters surrounded and killed, and even one of the selected Tianjiao of the time died, and the rest of the people were in danger of life and death.

Not only that, some people have begun to count that after this night, the overseas masters lost about fifty people.

But China lost nearly 70 Grandmasters, including one of the world's greatest geniuses.

70 Grandmasters!

China has no more than 300 Grandmasters on the list, and almost one-third of them were lost at once. Even if China has a long history and has millions of warriors, it will take at least 20 years to make up for these 70 Grandmasters.

All of a sudden, the Chinese martial arts world almost returned to 20 years ago.

"If it doesn't work, we'll fight them!"

"What are they going to do? Are they really bullying China?"

"Where is the National Defense Office? What are the major national defense generals doing?"

In the forum, for a while, doubts, indignation, sadness, fear... voices almost filled the entire forum.

In the National Defense Office, Tong Yuer looked at the boiling forum with a complicated expression and gave an order.

"Block the Jianghu Forum, and no news is allowed to be spread!"

She put away her mobile phone and looked up at the rising sun. The clouds on the horizon were blood red under the sunlight, as if half of the sky was dyed blood red.

"This is war!"

Her eyes were cold, with a hint of sadness and helplessness.

"The war between Haiqing and Huaxia!"