Rebirth of the Urban Madman

When everyone's eyes were focused on this endless sea of ​​fire, a black shadow broke through the sea of ​​fire and jumped directly from the cliff into the sea, extinguishing the flames on his body.

The flames also began to dissipate gradually, revealing Ning Ziyang's slightly pale face.

He looked indifferent and also a little ugly.

Because, Sef was not dead yet.

In the sea, the figure who had fled into the sea water in a panic rushed out slowly, exploded like a cannonball, and jumped onto the cliff.

Sef's embarrassed figure appeared, his hair was almost scorched, half of his face was burnt, and he couldn't even open his eyes, as if he was broken.

One of his arms had disappeared for the most part, and a small piece of bone was exposed outside. He was bombarded by endless explosions, and the terrifying temperature of the flames had caused him to suffer severe injuries. In addition to his arms, there were many broken places on his body, and his legs, waist and abdomen seemed to have been blown out of a pit, and his flesh and blood disappeared.

This beast king-level warrior of the beast tribe probably suffered the greatest injury in his life, and even endangered his life.

If he hadn't reacted quickly at the end and protected his vitals, he would have died at this moment.

Even so, he still suffered a serious injury.

But what shocked people was that the wounds of Sef that were blown to pieces or scorched were actually recovering continuously, and the charred flesh and skin were constantly cracking, revealing the red flesh wriggling and recovering.

Although the beast tribe is not as strong as the blood monks in recovery ability, and can recover even broken arms, it can make its own flesh grow. This is their talent and the capital that has been the enemy of the blood monks since ancient times.

However, how could Ning Ziyang give Sef a chance to breathe? His figure disappeared, and he turned into a flame in the air, reaching the extreme speed.

In an instant, he appeared in front of Sef.

His palm was red, as if it was a piece of red-hot iron, and he slapped Sef's body with a force of ten thousand pounds.

Boom!

Sef's body arched slightly, and the palm power behind him burst out, cracking the air.

However, Sef looked up, with bloodthirst in his scarlet eyes. His palm grabbed Ning Ziyang's arm, and his sharp claws directly pierced Ning Ziyang's skin and bones.

"Roar!"

Sef roared like a beast, and his fangs bit Ning Ziyang's throat fiercely, as fast as lightning.

"Beast-like existence, die!"

Ning Ziyang's cold voice sounded, his eyes were as cold as ice, and a palm appeared in front of the fangs at some point, with a fist-sized fireball in the palm.

Sef's pupils shrank suddenly, but he burst out with more ferocity, and bit it directly.

Ning Ziyang's palm was bitten off at this moment, and blood flowed, but the magical 'sun' that contained his remaining innate power, as if it had shrunk countless times, had been completely sent into Sef's mouth.

The next moment, the flames spread, spraying out from Sef's ears, nose, and eyes. Immediately, Sef's head exploded, turning into burning fragments scattered all over the sky. Sef's life was completely cut off at this moment.

Ning Ziyang's expression was cold. He picked up his bitten palm from the fragments and frowned slightly. There was no pain on his face, only a coldness.

He turned around, looked at Miao Mei, and sighed softly.

"It's time to leave!" Ning Ziyang took a deep breath, he hugged Miao Mei, and walked directly outside.

He no longer had the fighting power, and both Miao Mei and he needed treatment.

Outside the mountains, there were military medical personnel waiting.

When Ning Ziyang passed by Qin Xuan, he smiled on his pale face and strode towards the dense forest until he came to the middle-aged man who was squatting on the ground without caring about his image. "He Taisui, it's up to you next!"

The middle-aged man put down the rabbit leg he had not finished eating, raised his head and nodded with a smile, "Okay!"

Ning Ziyang and Miao Mei left the field, which reduced the number of Huaxia Xiantian, which was already few, from eleven to nine. On the opposite side, except for the dead Zheng Wuxian and Sefu, there were fifteen people.

This does not count Qingzhu Yuelong. If Xingdi and Xianweng who were confronting Qingzhu Yuelong, and Qixing Tianjun and Zhaichuan who were healing were excluded, there were only six people fighting against fourteen people on this battlefield who were really fighting against overseas strongmen.

The gap was more than twice, and almost everyone faced more than two opponents, which showed the pressure on Huaxia.

At the moment when Ning Ziyang retreated, a somewhat sneaky figure stopped and hid in the darkness.

The Japanese ninja who attacked Miao Mei and almost killed her was planning to repeat his old trick and kill Ning Ziyang and Miao Mei at once. However, when he felt the horrifying danger in the forest, he stopped and looked at He Taisui in the forest with some fear.

With a slight frown, the senior ninja's eyes suddenly fell on Qin Xuan, who was the closest.

Hmm... a young boy from China.

In the eyes of this senior ninja, Qin Xuan was so young that his strength must not be strong. Compared with those powerful Chinese innates, Qin Xuan was undoubtedly a soft persimmon.

He just liked to torture and kill such enemies, and it was satisfying to see the expressions of fear and surprise on the faces of the enemies who died.

So, he felt that he should send this Chinese boy to hell first.

Anyway, all the Chinese people present were to be killed, and getting rid of this young Chinese boy was just a matter of convenience.

The eyes hidden in the night were slowly flickering, overflowing with murderous intent. He stared at Qin Xuan's back, and there were two more daggers in his hands. The daggers were as black as ink, and there was a thin layer of venom on them.

There was a faint murderous intent flickering in his eyes, and then the whole person disappeared, as if he had completely disappeared between heaven and earth.

He approached Qin Xuan silently, and the two daggers in his hands were unconsciously across Qin Xuan's throat. As long as he made a slight stroke, he would cut the throat of this Chinese youth. Whether it was cutting the throat or the special, incurable poison he made, it was enough to kill this Chinese boy.

But this Chinese boy didn't seem to notice it at all. What a stupid Chinese.

The corners of the senior ninja's mouth showed a cruel but happy smile. He exerted his arms slightly, and the cold edge of the dagger directly swept across the throat of the Chinese boy in his eyes.

Easy, effortless.

But his face changed, looking at the figure in front of him that was gradually dissipating.

Afterimage?

Buzz!

Suddenly, a faint sword sound rang out, and the senior ninja turned his head and found that he seemed to be in a cloud of mist.

He would never know what kind of existence the Chinese boy who could be killed at will in his eyes was.

If his vision was a billion times higher, higher than the endless starry sky, and he entered the boundless fairyland, he would know what kind of existence the Chinese boy he thought was the weakest, stupid, and ignorant was.

In the fairyland, countless creatures who were a billion times stronger than him had a very respectful title for this Chinese boy in his eyes.

Qingdi!