Rebirth of the Urban Madman

How big can a person's fist be? Facing a YF230 weighing several tons and with a wing length of tens of meters, it is just like a tiny grain of sand falling on a huge mountain.

You can imagine how small a person will appear when facing a towering mountain.

When Qin Xuan smashed his fist, everyone had a feeling.

A mayfly shaking a tree!

Soon, their expressions froze. In the sky thousands of feet high, the roar of nine blood-colored dragons swept the entire sky.

Roar!

Fighting Nine Styles, Nine Dragons Soaring!

Under Qin Xuan's fist, the fuselage that was strong enough to withstand huge pressure sank in an instant!

On Qin Xuan's arms, veins bulged like ferocious dragons. Under his fists, the fuselage kept denting, as if it was pressed down by a mountain. The YF230 began to fall in an instant. No matter how the extremely panicked pilot manipulated it, he could not control the war machine at all.

Whoosh!

In the eyes of everyone, the war machine in the sky fell like a meteor, and then landed on the ground.

Fire, smoke, and explosions filled the land in an instant.

In a huge and outrageous pit, a series of roars suddenly sounded, as if countless bombs were detonated, and the terrifying air waves swept in all directions.

"Is it true?" Gedelu looked at the falling YF230, his mouth opened so wide that even the God of Light he revered might feel disrespectful.

Everyone around him seemed to have a dreamlike expression.

Before today, if anyone dared to say in front of them that someone had shot down a YF230 from a height of 10,000 feet with one punch, they would certainly sneer, but from now on, they can no longer doubt it.

Human power, can it be so strong?

Boom boom boom...

Continuous explosions sounded, and each deafening explosion seemed to explode in everyone's heart.

When the explosions subsided, everyone looked at the place where the smoke was billowing, and suddenly a strong wind swept, blasting away a piece of thick smoke, as if opening a way out.

A figure walked out slowly in the smoke and dust, and in the eyes of everyone, it was like a god.

Qin Xuan's steps were slow, and before the surrounding smoke approached, it seemed that he was forced away by an invisible force and could not get close at all.

Even after he destroyed three YF230s in a row, his clothes were not damaged at all, and they were intact.

Walking out of the smoke and dust, Qin Xuan had a calm face and slowly uttered a word, "Return!"

Bang!

A piece of earth and rock exploded, and the Eternal Sword, which had been buried deep underground, rushed out from the ground as if summoned, and returned to Qin Xuan's hands again.

"He is definitely not a human, but a demon, a demon!" Someone in the Deren family shouted in horror.

"Could it be that he is a god from the ancient East?"

"Quick, stop him!"

All the people in the Deren family were terrified, including Deren who had catastrophic strength. Emperor Lion.

He never believed, dared not believe, that the trump cards he prepared were completely destroyed by the hands of the Asian youth.

The other party was definitely not an existence he could contend with, Deren. Emperor Lion's heart seemed to fall into an ice cellar, and beads of sweat on his forehead kept running down his cheeks. He was thinking about countermeasures, but he despairingly found that he and the Deren family could not contend with this terrifying Asian strongman at all.

"Ning, who is he?"

Gedru finally came back to his senses, and he asked in shock.

He had never seen such a powerful man. Even the Holy Knight had never destroyed three YF230s. This was not something that could be done by human power. It was a war machine thousands of feet high in the sky. How could it be destroyed by one person in a few blinks of an eye?

Ning Ziyang also looked at Qin Xuan in shock, his throat rolling slightly.

In the past few decades, Ning Ziyang had never been so shocked as today.

As for Qin Xuan, he had been paying attention to him since the first time he met him. In the battle of Jingshui, although this Linhai Qin master was strong, Ning Ziyang thought he did not take it seriously.

Perhaps decades later, he might not be able to be the opponent of this master Qin, but that was after all decades later.

What he couldn't imagine was that it had only been a short time, less than a year, since the Battle of Jingshui and the Great Tribulation of Haiqing. Even though Master Qin from Linhai had broken into the Medicine God Hall and defeated Bian Xinci, Ning Ziyang was shocked, but he still didn't really take him seriously.

In his eyes, Qin Xuan was still not strong enough to really compete with him.

He was Ning Ziyang, and he never took Bian Xinci seriously. Looking at the entire China, except for the illusory earthly immortal in the legend, the only one who could catch his eye was the Star Emperor Su Muyuand the two deceased immortals.

Ning Ziyang was very proud, but he never showed his pride, but kept it in his heart.

It was not until the title dispute that Qin Xuan easily broke through the joint efforts of him, Xu Ming and the other two, that Ning Ziyang realized that the progress of this Linhai Qin master had already exceeded his imagination.

Even at that time, Ning Ziyang thought that although Qin Xuan's growth rate was terrifying, he could still suppress it.

After the innate, each step is unknown. How long it will take, it can be said that it is difficult to make progress.

Until this moment, Ning Ziyang looked at the figure walking out of the smoke and dust, and his heart was awakened.

It turned out that from the very beginning, he had already despised this Linhai Qin master.

Now, he really understands.

Some people in this world are unimaginable. This Linhai Qin master, in this short period of less than a year, has grown to... even Ning Ziyang is afraid of existence.

Ning Ziyang didn't want to believe it, and couldn't believe it, but the facts were right in front of him, how could he not believe it?

Because he was so proud, he didn't want to deceive himself.

Destroying three YF230s, with such strength, even he might not be able to do it.

Master Qin, who was once in his eyes just a rival to three great masters in Jingshui, has now grown to the point that he has to look up to him. Perhaps, when facing this Master Qin, he has to look up slightly and look up to him.

Facing Ge Delu's question, Ning Ziyang looked melancholy, and countless thoughts flashed through his mind, but in the end, they turned into a long and bitter sigh.

He looked at Qin Xuan, who stood with a sword in his hand, but seemed to be out of this world.

Looking at Qin Xuan's calm face, perhaps, even more arrogant.

Looking at the faint murderous intent lingering under the sword, a few sharp edges, but like a peerless weapon across the throat.

Ning Ziyang's expression gradually calmed down. He stared at the figure, spoke word by word, and spoke with a sincere heart.

"Qingdi, Qin Changqing!"