The strong wind rushed into the cab, losing one pilot, and the other pilot who was controlled by the mind was also blown away by the wind and unable to operate normally, and the entire fuselage was bumpy.
An Qingyu frowned slightly, and swung away the two Shiqi ghost boys with the frost sword in his hand. He retreated to the broken glass and put his palm on the broken edge. The frost froze the gap in the windshield, and the strong wind in the cab stopped.
Come down.
Swish——!
In this brief moment, three Jugiri ghost boys jumped on him, smiling ferociously while stabbing the daggers in their hands into his body!
Blood splashed onto An Qingyu's glasses. Not only did the fair face show no pain at all, but it became even more excited. The frost sword in his hand swung out like lightning, directly cutting off the head of a Jugiri ghost boy!
"Are the weak points in the neck and tail vertebrae..." The blood-stained lenses reflected white light, and the grayness in his eyes flashed away, and he instantly understood the weaknesses of Shiqie Ghost Boy.
The sword light circulated and the cold air overflowed. His black windbreaker was already covered in blood, but his movements did not stop at all, like a tireless killing machine.
He glanced at the time out of the corner of his eye.
3:32 am.
Now the tavern owner is still fighting with Lin Qiye outside the plane. If nothing else happens, the ceremony should not be able to continue.
What no one noticed was that the thumb-sized bug rolled into the crystal ball in the corner of the cockpit and began to emit a faint red light...
Meanwhile, in first class.
The passengers who were knocked unconscious by the Anqingyu slowly opened their eyes, stood up mechanically, and walked towards a wall of the first class cabin at the same time.
Their eyes also exuded a faint red light.
A young man walked up to the wall and raised his hands sluggishly. Several other people held down his limbs and lifted his body into the air, with his feet off the ground.
A woman walked to the flight attendant's work area, took out a knife from the drawer, returned to the first class cabin, squatted down, and used the knife in her hand to cut the young man's fingers bit by bit...
The young man was pressed against the wall, looking ahead expressionlessly, like a pious lamb.
There was no cry of pain, no wailing, no screaming, and the whole first class cabin was completely silent.
…
ground.
The black van suddenly braked at the entrance of the community. Hongying easily jumped out of the driver's seat, while Wu Xiangnan and Si Xiaonan staggered forward with deathly expressions on their faces.
Wu Xiangnan raised his head and glanced at the plane hovering in the low sky, checked the time, and said:
"At 3:33, it's time for the ceremony to begin."
Hongying sighed, "I don't know what's going on over there in Qiye."
"Fortunately, he held back the owner of the tavern." Leng Xuan's voice came from the headset.
Hongying was stunned, "How do you know?"
Leng Xuan, who was standing on the roof of the building, slowly put down the telescope in his hand, "Because they are fighting on the plane."
"I know they're on the plane."
"...Plane, get on."
The three people in Hongying were stunned and looked up sharply. The low-flying plane buzzed over their heads. On the top of the plane, there seemed to be two figures fighting in the wind.
Hongying opened her mouth wide and her eyes were full of shock.
"Damn...this is too fierce, isn't it?!"
…
Under the pitch-black sky, two figures stood on the top of the plane. The city under their feet shone brightly, like neon monsters crawling on the ground. In their ears, the humming sound of the plane engine was as deafening as the roar of a giant beast.
The howling wind blew the dark red cloak loudly. Lin Qiye held two knives in his hands. The blades were already soaked with blood. He waved casually, and the blood adhering to the blades followed the strong wind and fell into the dead city at his feet.
among.
Opposite him, the bloody wound on the tavern owner's neck was healing rapidly.
This was Lin Qiye’s sixth beheading. Before this, the tavern owner had experienced the feeling of separation of heads five times in a row. Although his psychological quality had always been good, his face was now extremely pale, and the look he looked at Lin Qiye had already
Full of fear.
Having been beheaded six times by the same man, the calm face of the young man in front of him has become a nightmare for the tavern owner.
"Damn...damn!!" When the tavern owner saw Lin Qiye taking a step forward, he subconsciously took a few steps back. His eyes were filled with anger and fear. He raised his pistol and pulled the trigger again.
He no longer dared to fight Lin Qiye in close combat. Even though he had the elusive [Silk] and usually claimed to be a master of close combat, in front of Lin Qiye, all this was like a joke.
Click——!
There was no bullet fired from the muzzle of the gun, it made a weird sound as if it was jammed.
Lin Qiye's eyes narrowed slightly, and the darkness around him became thicker. The gun in the tavern owner's hand disintegrated in an instant, as if an invisible hand had disassembled all its parts in an instant.
As long as he entered the range of the Darkest God Ruins, any thermal weapon would be like paper to Lin Qiye and could not cause any harm to him.
"Fuck!" the tavern owner yelled angrily and threw away the handle of the gun in his hand.
Lin Qiye shook his head secretly in his heart.
In terms of mental strength, the tavern owner should be in the "Sichuan" realm, but in the final analysis, he is just a fish that slipped through the net after accidentally awakening to the Forbidden Ruins and hiding among the people. He is quite capable of playing dirty tricks, regardless of his combat skills.
Even my mentality is very different from the normal "Sichuan" state.
If he didn't have [Silk], he would be a living target with unlimited recovery, and there would be no aggression at all.
With [Weird Threads], from the perspective of combat danger, he could indeed barely step into the "Sichuan" realm, but these threads that were indistinguishable to the naked eye posed no threat to Lin Qiye at all.
Therefore, he could only be completely tortured by Lin Qiye, who was at a level lower than him.
After all the abuse, it is not that easy to kill the opponent.
Under the horrified gaze of the tavern owner, Lin Qiye sheathed the straight knife in his left hand. Under the puzzled gaze of the other party, he stretched out his hand and pressed it in the void, and a brilliant summoning circle appeared out of thin air.
When the light of magic faded, a small mummy appeared in front of Lin Qiye. As soon as it appeared, it was almost blown off the plane by the wind. Fortunately, Lin Qiye caught it in time.
The little mummy trembled a little when she saw that she was at such a high altitude. She quickly lay down behind Lin Qiye and tightly held Lin Qiye's neck with both hands, as if she would not let go even if she was beaten to death.
Lin Qiye smiled bitterly and touched its head, then turned to look at the tavern owner, the smile on his face gradually faded.
"Tell me... how many kilograms of explosives would it take to blow you up to nothing?