"Stop him!" All the guards and priests of Yan family's eyes were red, and they rushed towards the execution ground like crazy.
The crowd was restless, screaming one after another, all of them were shocked by this series of wild and brutal slayings, many women screamed in terror, and burrowed into the crowd regardless.
"This girl can fly? Why does he have wings?"
"He's going against the sky!"
"Are these real wings? Or are they condensed with spiritual power?"
"You don't know, when he swept the heroes of the Northern Territory with the statue of the eighteen kings, he appeared in flight."
"My dear mother, it's just like the legends. She's crazy enough to rush down from the sky, and she's not afraid of being uncontrollably bumped to death. This is simply a madman, a monster!"
The people in front retreated in panic, while the people behind rushed forward.
After Qin Ming slashed and killed Yan Mou, he rushed to the execution platform with wings, slashed the giant ax repeatedly, and smashed the three chains: "Look for Yaoer! Hurry up!"
Zi Mo and the others didn't care about thanking them, taking advantage of the chaos and before the Yan family rushed over, they all rushed towards Yao'er.
Fan Xin was able to control the sky for a short time, holding Zi Mo and Guan Yuying from left to right, and passed the Yan family in the front.
"Qin Ming, take your life!" The guards who had just been shaken back screamed and rushed over.
"Heavy rain and thunder!" Qin Ming hissed and roared, extremely domineering, thunder and lightning boiled all over his body, densely packed thunder and lightning rushed indiscriminately, tearing apart the space, sweeping across the 50-meter execution platform, many thunder and lightning were tangled in the blast It became a thunder whip, as thick as an arm, and the clicking sound was thrilling.
Many guards who had just rushed up were brutally knocked into the air by the berserk thunder group, and the strong impact force almost shattered their spiritual shields. A few strong men forcibly resisted the thunder and lightning, and ran to the execution ground, but were slashed by Qin Minglun with a huge ax crazily.
It was another storm-like collision, and another shocking scene.
Qin Ming fluttered his wings and soared into the air, avoiding the crazy guards of the Yan family, and took turns with a huge axe, crossed the execution platform and rushed to the front.
"Huh?" Wen Tiancheng frowned slightly, Qin Ming seemed... coming towards him
"Wen Tiancheng, you had a lot of fun just now, young master, may I accompany you?" Qin Ming roared, his eyes were like lightning, and he went straight to Wen Tiancheng.
"Are you tired of living?" Wen Tiancheng snorted coldly, how dare the Fourth Heaven challenge the Sixth Heaven? He pushed away all the dandy disciples with a flick of his hand, and slapped Qin Ming, but Qin Ming suddenly flapped his wings and flew into the air, and swung his giant ax towards the tall building in front of him.
The gigantic ax whizzed and flipped, and with a gust of wind, it actually spanned hundreds of meters.
Ma Dameng stood on the top of the building, stretched out his hand to hold it firmly, and weighed it in his hand, still a little confused: "Qin Ming? Lu Yao? No, why didn't I notice it?"
"Brother, clean him up!"
"Things that don't know how to live or die, let's see what you can do."
"The fourth heaven challenges the sixth heaven? Is your head convulsed?"
"Come on, you should come."
"Come on, birdman with wings, haha."
"Our elder brother has three atmospheres, and if you use one at will, you can be blown away."
The dandies stood behind Wen Tiancheng, pointing at Qin Ming and yelling loudly, mocking to their heart's content.
The middle-aged priests of the Yan family have all rushed into the execution ground, arousing powerful martial arts, surging with various energies, all staring at the sky: "Qin Ming, get out of here!"
However…
A strange scene appeared!
"Woo..."
Suddenly there were bursts of whispers and weeping in the execution ground, ethereal and strange, reverberating in the execution ground, spreading everywhere, although very faint and low, but lightly echoed in everyone's ears, as if the temperature of the air had dropped a few degrees inexplicably point. The restless and out-of-control atmosphere gradually calmed down, like a basin of cold water mixed with ice cubes was poured into hot water that was about to boil.
Many people were covered with hairs standing on end, feeling the strange coldness. They subconsciously searched for the source of the sound, and all looked at the sky at the same time.
"Wen Tiancheng, take my knife! The name of the knife, Shura!" Qin Ming stopped in the air, his gorgeous wings swinging slowly, and the golden light sprinkled the sky, even Qin Ming himself was shrouded in golden light, sacred and solemn, stunning the audience, It shocked the audience again, and countless people showed dazed expressions. However, more people's eyes fell on his hands.
Qin Ming held his hands in front of his chest, a black air was permeating the air, which was incompatible with the golden brilliance. They were dark and deep, black and silent, and also dark and cold. The black air swirled around, like a miniature hurricane, but scattered The coldness of the sky seems to be giving birth to the god of death, giving birth to killing.
but…
Something unexpected happened to Qin Ming himself. When the icy sword energy fell on the execution ground, when the lonely murderous aura spread silently, this death execution ground that existed for thousands of years... woke up...
The violent execution ground has become completely quiet. People are looking at the sky, and they are also wary of the sudden strange execution ground.
The soft voice of humming floated in every corner, becoming more and more clear, as if someone was whispering in the ear and crying behind the back, which made people shiver uncontrollably. It also seems that there are lonely souls floating in front, and remnant souls falling on the execution platform. The yin energy is increasing, and the death energy is spreading, making people creepy. Not only the guards of the Yan family backed away in panic, but even the crowded crowd was quiet. Move back quietly.
Hua Sledgehammer had just rushed over with the powerful Hua family, holding back his energy to fight against the strong from the Yan family, but was shocked by the scene in front of him.
"Asura Knife?" The cold arrogance on Wen Tiancheng's face slowly disappeared, and he looked at the sky solemnly. The black air in Qin Ming's palm firmly attracted his attention. It was a killing intent of death, and it was also a terrifying The threat was transmitted to his consciousness clearly and strongly, and he couldn't help being nervous.
The dandies stopped clamoring, their fanatical expressions were replaced by surprise and fear, and they retreated one by one, gathering tightly together. What happened? What happened to the execution ground
A cold wind suddenly blew in the execution ground, no, it should be a dark wind, faint black, floating in the execution ground, blowing the sand and dust on the ground, blowing vague soul shadows, and even blew a strange whining sound.
The rest of the imperial city was bustling with noises of hawking and frolicking, one after another, but the death-like silence around the execution ground, the extreme and stark contrast collided with unspeakable danger and fear.
In the crowd, the strong men from the outer domain looked dignified, and some looked shocked. They all looked at the sky, stared at the young man dancing with golden wings, and paid attention to the black air that silenced the audience—the Asura Saber!
Shura Knife, Qin Ming's unique skill, was also the basis for Qin Ming's sweep of the eight tea parties in the Northern Territory, and it was also the source of his title of 'Sura Son'.
In the past, it was just heard, just rumors, without any real feeling, but today... the murderous aura scattered all over the sky, the yin energy permeating the sky and the earth, made them put away their contempt, tense their hearts, and also produced an indescribable but yet indescribable feeling. A growing sense of fear.