Rebirth of the Urban Madman

On the empty highway, the moon was hanging in the sky, and all the birds and animals were silent.

Under the moonlight at night, an old figure was like a heavy mountain, pressing down on Mo Qinglian and Xiao Wu so hard that they could hardly breathe.

"You don't know how high the sky is, I want to see if you can still be so arrogant when you kneel in front of Uncle Liu!" Li Hu smiled contemptuously, looking at Qin Xuan's figure as if he was looking at a dead person.

At this moment, Liu Jingling moved.

He took a slow step, and in an instant, his figure almost cut through the night, his fists were like hammers, and a faint blood-colored aura wrapped around his fists.

"Master Qin, be careful!"

Mo Qinglian exclaimed, she clearly remembered that the hand that stopped the car at the beginning was also wrapped in such a blood-colored aura.

How terrifying it is to be able to stop even a speeding car? If these fists touched a human body... Mo Qinglian felt a chill on her back, and sweated coldly, and dared not imagine that scene.

But he never thought that when Qin Xuan faced this pair of iron fists, his eyes as calm as water did not even have a ripple.

It was as if he was not facing a master, but a weak evening breeze.

Liu Jingling was furious, especially when he saw the young man's expression that had not changed at all, his face was even more murderous.

"Is this Master Qin scared silly?" Han Feng frowned, and there was a bit of sarcasm.

Li Hu laughed and said, "Haha, Uncle Liu is here, what Master Qin, what's the difference between him and garbage?"

The two of them stood in the distance, looking at the motionless Qin Xuan, with mockery and sarcasm on their faces.

Liu Jingling's pair of iron fists were famous for their horror in Haiqing. He once smashed a giant python over 30 meters long to death with his fists in the Amazon jungle. It was not much worse than their master Lin Ge's Falling Palm.

Even steel can be easily penetrated, let alone a human body?

In their eyes, Qin Xuan's move was simply courting death!

The fist was getting closer and closer, and it kept getting bigger in Qin Xuan's pupils. When he was three meters away from him, Qin Xuan moved.

Unconsciously, his hands had already turned into jade color, with a soft luster in the night.

Liu Jingling frowned slightly at this scene.

But soon, he sneered, "Fighting me head-on is probably your worst choice!"

Boom!

When the fist and palm met, a green light suddenly appeared, and the green and red colors seemed to be mixed together in the fight between the two.

At the same time, the highway under his feet, which was strong enough to withstand trucks, had four more footprints. The cracks around the footprints were cracked, and the cracks spread around like a spider web.

"What?"

This time, Liu Jingling's expression changed.

He felt the pain of his fists like needles. His fists, which he had trained for decades, made a crackling sound at this moment. It seemed that his fists were not touching palms, but a tank.

Not only that, but there was also a domineering lightning that constantly destroyed his Qi. The Qi that had been invincible in the past was pitifully weak under the terrifying green thunder.

"Not good!"

Liu Jingling's expression suddenly changed. He knew that if he didn't retreat, his Qi would sooner or later be completely destroyed by the green thunder. Without the protection of Qi, his fists would be nothing but mortal flesh.

Liu Jingling was indeed the notorious Haiqing Grandmaster overseas. He had fought against countless masters overseas for so many years. He made a quick decision, poured out his internal force, and his blood-colored Qi surged. At the same time, he suddenly stepped on the ground with both feet and shot backwards like a cannonball.

Until he retreated, Qin Xuan's figure still did not change at all, as if he was a towering mountain, unshakable.

"How is it possible?"

A look of horror flashed across Liu Jingling's face, and he looked at Qin Xuan in disbelief.

The opponent's Qi was so terrifying? How old was this Master Qin? His years of tempering of the Qi was so weak under the opponent's Qi? Even if the opponent became a master at the age of ten, how much time did he have to temper the Qi with internal force?

Liu Jingling was not the only one who was shocked. Mo Qinglian couldn't help but cover her slightly opened red lips and looked at Qin Xuan in disbelief.

Qin Xuan and Liu Jingling shook each other, but it was Liu Jingling who retreated?

Xiao Wu's eyes were shining, she moved her palm away from her chest and put down the green relic that she had always treasured in her chest.

Li Hu and Han Feng's faces were even more wonderful at this moment.

They couldn't believe that their feared Uncle Liu actually retreated in front of a young master who was less than 20 years old?

It was like a tiger retreating in front of a young wolf. How incredible?

"Is this Haiqing's master?" Qin Xuan smiled faintly, looking at Liu Jingling's ugly face, and said calmly: "No more than that!"

"How dare you!" Li Hu and Han Feng shouted in unison.

Liu Jingling's face was as dark as the night around him at this moment, his body shook, and his eyes were filled withA flash of blood.

"Arrogant!"

He snorted angrily, stepped on his feet, and made a loud bang, and his body was like an arrow from a bow.

Liu Jingling rushed towards Qin Xuan again. This time, the energy in his fists was as red as blood, and the strong murderous aura was like a terrifying beast, rushing forward.

"Boy, since you want to see the King of Hell so early, I will send you off as soon as possible!"

Liu Jingling was furious. As a master of Haiqing, his hands were stained with the blood of many strong men. Now, he was actually insulted by a boy who was not even twenty years old?

As the figure approached, Liu Jingling shouted, and in an instant, he didn't know how many times he swung his fists.

Blood-colored fist prints condensed by the energy filled the night, shattering the night wind. The terrifying scene made Mo Qinglian and others hold their breath.

"It's Uncle Liu's Bagua Blood Fist!"

Li Hu and Han Feng's eyes lit up, staring at the fist shadows in the sky without blinking, with envy on their faces.

Bagua Blood Fist, this is the fist manual that Liu Jingling took from a Bagua master who he killed overseas. Liu Jingling then created this powerful Bagua Blood Fist with decades of martial arts experience.

Their master Lin Ge once said that even the Falling Palm could never beat Liu Jingling's Bagua Blood Fist, unless he used the Snatching Cloud Hand.

"Interesting!"

Qin Xuan suddenly chuckled at this moment.

The fist shadows in front of him seemed messy, but in fact they contained the way of Bagua. If he wanted to break it, he had to find the way out of this fist method in such a messy fist shadow.

However, how could such a fist method enter Qin Changqing's eyes? It was just that I felt refreshed that I could perform the fist technique containing some Bagua in this world.

Under the cover of the blood-colored fist shadow, Qin Xuan moved, and the power of evergreen in his body appeared in his palm, like a thread.

These silk-like mana, in a few breaths, intertwined into a palm-sized jade seal.

Xuantian Seal, a seal to suppress the heavens!

When this jade seal was formed, the blood color that permeated the night seemed to stagnate for a moment.

Qin Xuan held the Xuantian Seal and flipped his hand to slap it.

Boom boom boom...

One after another, the fist shadows were broken, and the blood-colored aura was broken and diffused in the night.

The Xuantian Seal was unstoppable and directly hit the chest of Liu Jingling, whose expression was stiff and unbelievable.

"Wow!"

At this moment, Liu Jingling vomited blood and flew backwards. There was a slight sound of bone cracking in his chest. The clothes on his upper body were torn into pieces, and a bloody concave mark appeared on his chest.

One palm and one seal defeated the master!

The young man held the jade seal and stood proudly in the night, like an immortal or a god.

Mo Qinglian looked at the young man's proud figure, and for a moment, he seemed to be infatuated.