Life, Qiao Jin can be saved.
If the hand is really cut off, it may not be able to recover.
At that moment Song Yanqing's face was ashen.
Time seemed to slow down very slowly, Song Yanqing, who was slow, calmed down in the extreme panic, and thought of many things.
Qiao Jin will not make a move, today's matter can only be resolved by himself.
Why should he solve it
He thought of what Qiao Jin said when he came here.
"People's beliefs sometimes burst out with great potential, but some things cannot be changed, just like the laws of nature."
He didn't know why, but when he saw the knife, his pupils shrank greatly under the drunkard's ferocious expression, and he focused his eyes on that place. At that moment, there was only one thought in his mind.
This knife cannot be cut down!
Never cut it off!
A faint brilliance quietly emanated from his body.
At that moment, the surrounding air currents seemed to be a little strangely touched, and there was no change in the world, but the demons in the Rakshasa world appeared out of thin air.
They stood on the spot, looking at Song Yanqing, the already ferocious face seemed even uglier.
It seemed that there was a faint vibration. The moment the drunkard's knife slashed, it stopped within one centimeter of Song Yanqing's wrist, and he couldn't slash again.
The drunkard was a little shocked.
He felt that there was a huge force preventing him from chopping off the knife, and it also protected the person in front of him so that he could not do it.
He was a little surprised.
At the same time, a force was also pushing him back. After all, the alcoholic was not sober after drinking, and couldn't cut through with the knife, so he swung hard at Song Yanqing's face.
The knife stopped just one centimeter from Song Yanqing's face, and couldn't get any further.
Song Yanqing looked at the tip of the knife in front of him, the sharp side could almost pierce his eyes, his whole body tensed up, and for a moment he didn't know where he was.
The drunkard was a little shocked.
After drinking, his mind was a little cleared by the wind, and he kicked his legs backwards: "Why can't you stab it in..."
He didn't believe it, he slashed at Song Yanqing dozens of times like crazy, but none of them could get close to Song Yanqing's body.
This is not right!
This is not right!
The drunkard was a little flustered, and a huge force suppressed him, forcing him to kneel on the spot and raise his head.
In the darkness, a thin girl came out slowly, her expression was filled with a kind of calm and compassion, but upon closer inspection, there was a kind of hatred: "Your mission is completed."
You can die too.
For a split second, the drunkard didn't even let out a scream, his whole body seemed to be vaporized, and disappeared in place.
It was quiet, as if it had never appeared before, and there was no trace of this person's existence.
The demon in the Raksha world took a deep look at Qiao Jin several times before gradually disappearing.
Song Yanqing was not surprised when he saw the scene in front of him. He didn't blink, but his face was pale and cold sweat broke out on his face.
He even had the reflex to stand up.
"You have suffered."
What happened just now has been verified, Qiao Jin touched Song Yanqing's forehead, and said a rare sentence: "Sorry, to prove it, I used the fastest method and made you suffer."
But this bitterness is somewhat useful, she at least proved one point.
The reason why the Rakshasa world followed him all this time finally surfaced, because this man has the capital to be missed by the Rakshasa world.
Song Yanqing is a spiritual master.