Rebirth of the Urban Madman

"How is Yun'er?"

He Nuyan, who was far away, also came. When he saw He Yun like this, his heart ached and his face turned pale.

He Taisui said nothing. He handed He Yun to He Nuyan, but held a sword and looked at the people on the river bank from afar.

Then, he stepped on the ground, and the branches and leaves did not move, but he was already a hundred meters in the air.

"Kill him!"

The masked man roared with a trace of fear. He had already known that he could destroy the helicopter and cut the trap with one sword, otherwise he would not have directly asked the messenger for help.

This is a disaster-level strongman, and among the disaster-level strongmen, he is absolutely extraordinary.

In an instant, the sound of gunfire continued, and bullets rained down.

In an instant, nearly a hundred gun muzzles were aimed at the figure that moved across the sky.

However, when these bullets fell beside He Taisui, the sword light was like wind and snow, isolating everything.

All the bullets were wiped out in the wind and snow, silently.

This scene made all the soldiers' eyes widen, unable to hide the fear in their hearts.

"Keep shooting!"

The masked man shouted angrily, and he kept retreating to delay time.

At this time, He Taisui had crossed hundreds of meters and appeared in front of the nearest soldier.

The sword light was like snow, and the head fell.

The blood gushed like a spring, almost crushing the hearts of those soldiers.

They trembled and fired, but this time, nine out of ten did not touch He Taisui. The few bullets that fell beside He Taisui were wiped out by the sword energy like wind and snow, leaving no trace.

He Taisui stepped forward, his steps were very slow, but behind him, there were huge heads thrown into the air, and streams of hot blood gushed out.

It was just a few blinks of an eye, and behind He Taisui was a bloody road.

"He is not a human!"

Some soldiers roared almost collapsed, no longer had the will to fight, and fled in embarrassment.

They were hired for money and were far from being loyal. When it came to life and death, their lives were hanging by a thread, not to mention money.

In an instant, the remaining soldiers fled in all directions, and only the masked man was furious.

"You bunch of rubbish, you dare to escape!" He was shocked and angry, but he ran faster than those soldiers.

But when he looked back, a pair of cold eyes made him feel like he was falling into hell.

Swish!

A sword light came, and the masked man fell to the ground in an instant.

When he came to his senses, he couldn't help but utter a heart-wrenching wail.

"My legs!"

He looked at the legs that were rolling on the ground half a meter away, stained with mud, and the whole person was almost collapsed.

He Taisui looked at the masked man, without sadness or joy, only the cold light in his eyes, and the killing intent was like a piece of snow.

"Forgive me, I won't dare to do it again!" Facing life and death, the masked man no longer had the arrogance. He begged and kept moving back with both hands.

He Taisui did not speak, but swung the sword in his hand.

The mask was broken, and half of the mechanical face appeared in front of He Taisui.

And the half-metal head gradually dimmed until it disappeared.

I'm afraid that the masked man would never think until his death that a Chinese woman could provoke such a strong man.

He Taisui sniffed the bloody smell at the tip of his nose. He stood for several minutes and then sighed softly.

"Wulian Tianzun!"

He imitated the catchphrase of the old Taoist Longhu. Every time the old Taoist Longhu killed someone, he would sigh like this and feel ashamed of killing. Then, if he met someone who should be killed, he would still do it again.

After sighing, He Taisui suddenly felt that it had some effect, but it was not as magical as the old Taoist Longhu said.

He turned his head and looked into the distance. He Nuyan had already extended He Yun's life with the power of a master.

However, there was a trace of sadness in He Taisui's eyes. As early as when he met He Yun, he knew that He Yun's vitality was almost exhausted.

The body organs have almost reached the limit, and there is no vitality after the last breath, and some organs have even stopped functioning.

There is no hope!

The girl who once called Uncle Taisui behind him and watched him drink and practice martial arts, will eventually return to the underworld and be judged by Yama Luo?

He Taisui smiled a little sadly, and the murderous intent that had subsided in his heart was raised again for some reason.

The road of martial arts is beyond life and death, who can be blamed for this?

He Taisui just stood there, looking at the rising sun, without moving again, and He Nuyan's cry of grief rang in his ears, and the sword in his hand was clenched a little tighter.

Finally, he turned around and saw the figure on the distant river bank, leaping across the two sides of the river.

It was also a mask with strange patterns covering the entire face.

There was a number 7 on this mask.

He Taisui looked at the figure and raised his sword slightly.

The man did not speak, onlyThe strange lines on the face and 7 reflected cold light in the sun.

International supernatural forces all know that the weapons of the gods never have names, only numbers. And numbers are only for the top disaster-level weapons.

"Number seven is also good!"

He Taisui raised a cold murderous intent at the corner of his mouth. He looked at the masked man and rushed out with the sword in his hand.

The sword was in front and the man was behind, like a peerless sharp blade out of the sheath, tearing the mountains and rivers.

At the moment when He Taisui made a move, 7 also made a move.

He just flashed in front of his waist, and a blue barrier appeared in front of him.

Boom!

The earth cracked, but only the sword and the blue curtain did not shake at all.

"Is this the Atlans Shield of the Gods?"

He Taisui put away the sword decisively, and thought lightly in the air.

The Shield of Atlantis, which is said to be able to defend against missiles, is one of the rare research results of the gods. Even the innate is extremely difficult to break.

The sword fell again, and He Taisui held the sword in both hands, swooping down from the sky, hitting the mountain like a meteor.

In a deafening roar, the ground under 7 sank several inches, and the surrounding earth cracked, and even the cracks spread to the river and were filled with river water.

But this time, there was a trace of surprise in He Taisui's eyes.

He looked at the blue curtain that never moved, and felt the horror of the gods.

He never held back in these two swords, but now, he couldn't even break the opponent's defense.

Is this the gods?

He Taisui's eyes were cold. When he was young, he swept across his generation in China and was the best in China. But he rarely involved overseas forces. He felt terrible when he fought with the top overseas forces for the first time.

A scientific research result is enough to resist the innate and remain invincible. If such scientific research spreads to hundreds or thousands of people, who in the world can stop this army?

At this moment, 7 finally took action.

His arm began to change, melt, and finally turned into a dark red blade.

Boom!

The blade slashed out, and in an instant, the sound of the wind was torn apart, and the sword connected to the blue screen had a crack.

Crack!

The sword broke into two pieces, and He Taisui slapped it, and then flew backwards and fell on a branch. Looking at the broken sword in his hand, there was a gleam in his eyes.

Immediately, he abandoned the sword in his hand, broke a dead branch beside him, and pointed at 7 from a distance.

Huh!

The wind blew up suddenly, and the trees under He Taisui's feet seemed to wither in an instant.

He Taisui's pupils turned grayish white at some point, with a faint sense of withering and dying spreading. However, the withered branch in his hand, at this moment, was like a peerless weapon, facing the oncoming 7 and the extremely sharp arm blade in his hand.