Rebirth of the Urban Madman

The jonin was confused. For the first time, he, who had great strength in Japan, had an inexplicable feeling.

With his strength, although he dared not say that he could face Ning Ziyang head-on, it was definitely hard to say whether he would win or lose against an ordinary innate-level strongman from China. And with such strength, he was actually dodged by a Chinese youth who looked less than 20 years old when he was best at sneak attacks and assassinations?

He didn't even know how he dodged.

"Cunning Chinese!" There was a flash of anger in his eyes. Looking at the fog around him, he was about to rush out, find the Chinese boy who dared to tease him, and cut his throat openly again.

However, when he was about to move, his expression suddenly changed.

The corner of his clothes accidentally touched the mist in his eyes, and suddenly, the corner of his clothes disappeared silently, as if it had never existed.

If it weren't for his keen perception, he wouldn't even notice such a small detail.

"What?"

The jonin was shocked, his eyes flashed, and he raised his dagger and swept towards the clouds in front.

When his dagger came into contact with the clouds, suddenly, there was a sound like metal hitting each other, and there were even sparks.

He finally cut off part of the mist, but was shocked to find that his weapon made of fine steel had a gap?

This is a famous weapon made by their Japanese weapon master, but it was broken by this unknown cloud?

The jonin was shocked and finally felt something unusual. He shouted, and the daggers in his hands disappeared silently. Instead, they were replaced by darts clamped on his fingertips. He swung his arms, and with the power, he tore the air and shot down on the clouds in the blink of an eye.

In the clouds, a way out was gradually opened up. The jonin moved forward cautiously, sensing the movements around him.

At this moment, outside the clouds, Qin Xuan looked indifferent.

"An ant that can sneak attack dares to attack me!"

There was some helplessness in his tone, feeling helpless for the ignorance of this Japanese ninja.

The Thunder Cloud Sword Style is the only sword style in the Tianyun Sword Technique that combines trapping, defense, and attack. Clouds are used for defense, trapping, and thunder is used for attack.

In his eyes, the frontal strength of this Japanese ninja is not even as good as the Earl Kendo he had killed before.

For these ants who dared to attack him, Qin Xuan naturally had only one decision, kill!

The ninja kept slashing forward, but the clouds in front seemed endless, making his face more and more ugly. In the end, it seemed that all the darts on his body were gone, and he couldn't help cursing.

"Damn Chinese boy, if you have the guts, fight me fair and square!"

He didn't remember who had sneak attacked before, and who was not fair and square.

But he soon stopped talking. A strong sense of crisis spread from his heart. His pupils shrank suddenly. He looked at the clouds ahead, and a large piece of golden lightning flashed.

These lightnings gave him a very dangerous feeling, and even a breath of death.

The face of the jonin turned pale. He took out the dagger again and shot the broken blade dagger directly.

This time, he used all his strength. In just a moment, the dagger fell on the golden thunder.

Boom!

A roar like thunder suddenly sounded, and the dazzling lightning made the jonin's eyes feel painful, but soon, his expression was stunned.

Facing the dazzling lightning, he did not close his eyes, just wanted to see what the so-called golden lightning was.

Then, he saw that the dagger he shot, the famous Japanese weapon, was silently destroyed in the golden thunder.

That's right, it was destroyed.

Directly covered by the terrifying golden thunder, and then wiped out.

Such a result directly made this cruel, conceited and cunning ninja fall into the shadow of death.

At this moment, he seemed to hear a cold and ruthless voice in his ears.

"Destroy!"

Then, his eyes were covered by countless golden thunder rays, and only his roar and unwilling voice were annihilated in the thunder.

Qin Xuan stood proudly on a scorched earth, looking at the area covered by the terrifying thunder in front of him.

When the Eternal Sword returned and the mist and thunder dissipated, a huge pit with a depth of one meter appeared in front of everyone.

The sand and stones in the huge pit seemed to be completely annihilated, leaving no trace, of course, and the life of the ignorant Japanese ninja.

The Eternal Sword hovered gently beside Qin Xuan.

The other two strong men of the Yaqi Palace were furious and roared in Japanese that Qin Xuan could not understand.

But it can be seen that they are very sad and also very angry.

However, in Qin Xuan's eyes, these emotions did not even attract his attention.

Who cares about the joys and sorrows of ants??

Qin Xuan glanced at He Taisui who was passing by him with a surprised look on his face.

"Tsk tsk, what's your name?" He Taisui looked at Qin Xuan with a surprised look on his face, wiped the oil from the corner of his mouth, and rubbed it on his sleeves.

"Qin Changqing!" Qin Xuan's words were very calm, and he glanced at He Taisui lightly.

He stood in the field, without moving, but it seemed to say that whoever attacked him would end up like that Japanese ninja, dead!

Such an attitude made the eyes of some overseas strongmen turn cold.

Especially the two strong men of the Yaqi Palace who were entangled with the Dragon Tiger Master. They and a blood monk Earl besieged the immortal Taoist... Well, the unscrupulous old Taoist priest who was drinking and performing magic.

"He boy, come and help!"

The old Taoist priest, who was unknown how many years old, was drunk and faced the three overseas masters with ease. He shouted to He Taisui calmly.

At this moment, one of the two Yaqi Palace masters had already rushed towards Qin Xuan, as if to avenge the Japanese ninja.

He Taisui glanced at Qin Xuan and smiled, "This person belongs to me?"

Qin Xuan looked calm and did not speak. His eyes continued to fall into thought.

He was still wondering why his parents came here.

He felt that he seemed to have overlooked a very important thing, which puzzled him.

He Taisui did not get a reply, but smiled, "Your sword is good, can you lend it to me?"

He interrupted Qin Xuan's thoughts, but the reply he got was Qin Xuan's cold voice.

"No!"

After being rejected, He Taisui was not angry at all, but sighed: "Alas, young people nowadays don't know how to respect the elderly and love the young!"

Then, he pointed his finger, and a branch on a tree a hundred meters away was cut off by the innate power he exerted, and then the innate power was like a thin rope, and he took the branch into his hand.

He Taisui held the almost six-foot branch in his hand, and wiped it with his finger. All the leaves on the branch disappeared, leaving a bare branch.

He looked at the angry Japanese strongman, and his mouth corners raised slightly.

The next moment, his figure disappeared, and when his figure appeared behind the Japanese strongman, a whoosh sound was heard in the air.

On the branch, a strand of blood was dripping from the tip to the ground, and the Japanese strongman's samurai sword was broken, and half of it fell on the scorched land.

He Taisui smiled lightly and swept his eyes over those overseas strongmen.

"Who are you going to kill next?"

With a muffled sound, a red line appeared on the neck of the Japanese warrior, and then his head slid to the ground, and blood flowed like a fountain on his headless neck.