Nangong Jinsheng stretched out his hand and his throat moved as he was about to stop the other party.
When the people present reacted, they were shocked to find that one of the large knives placed on the necks of the two girls actually fell down and hit the ground.
What's even more frightening is that in the dim light, everyone can clearly see that the handle of the knife is obviously connected to a man's palm...
"ah!"
A painful howl like a beast broke the silence in the hall.[
Immediately afterwards, there was another clanging sound, and the second weapon rolled to the ground, then the third, and then the fourth.
The Beiming warriors whose hands were cut off let out shrill screams one after another, fell to the ground and groaned in pain, bleeding profusely.
This scene frightened the leading bearded guard so much that his face turned pale and he was sweating profusely.
"Who?! Who did it!"
The bearded warrior looked around in panic, holding up the sword in his hand, but found no one showing signs of taking action.
"In the end...is he a human or a ghost?!"
"Old...boss..."
Suddenly there was a painful tremor in his ears. When the leader of the guards turned around to look, the sword in the hand of the leader of the warriors who had just threatened him fell to the ground with a clang, and he grabbed his own with one hand.
His throat was wide open, and his eyes were wide open, showing a look of horror before death.
A glimmer of light as thin as hair flashed before the eyes of the bearded guard leader. For a moment, he seemed to realize something. Just when he was about to open his mouth, the body of the second-in-command of the guard had collapsed.
All this happened in just two or three breaths.
He had never heard of such a cruel and invisible method of killing, and it was like a ghost.
In the darkness, the strings buzzed like the breath of death.
"Yes Yes……"
The leader of the guards was trembling all over, frightened, hesitating, and retreating backwards.
Under everyone's shocked gazes, a petite woman carrying a black guqin slowly emerged from the darkness like a shadow.
"Feng Qing Kuang?!"
Everyone almost exclaimed in unison.
"is her!"
"Only this woman can do such... such cruel methods!" [
"yes!"
There was a lot of discussion in the mercenary union hall.
The bearded leader of the guards was so frightened that he collapsed in front of a table.
Qing Kuang moved her steps lightly, carefully avoiding the dark and thick pools of blood on the ground. Under her feet, the warriors of the North Ming Dynasty whose hands were cut off by the invisible sound blade in an instant were still moaning in pain. But they did not cause any trouble at all.
Her crazy interest was ignored by her.
Seeing the appearance of Qing Kuang and the rescue of his men, Nangong Jinsheng finally calmed down and was replaced by a feeling of relief that he had not expected.
However, when the strong smell of blood wafted out, Nangong Jinsheng's brows furrowed tightly again.
"He is yours!"
Qingkuang walked slowly in front of Nangong Jinsheng, pointed at the leader of the Beiming guards who was so frightened that he could not stand up straight, and said coldly.
Nangong Jinsheng looked at the Beiming guard with a pleading look on his face, thought for a moment, and reluctantly whispered:
"Let him go!"
Everyone was lamenting again.
Qing Kuang glanced at Nangong Jinsheng coldly, then looked at the disabled people on the ground, and said indifferently: