Chapter Four Hundred and Fiftieth Seventh: Despicable
"No, sister-in-law, Li Geji has his own destiny. Don't worry, he will be fine. If you want to know where Ali is, I'm afraid he is the only one who knows!"
Following He Xiang's gaze, Feng Biao was kneeling on the ground, fanning his mouth and repenting, hoping that Qin Tian and Brother Hou would let him go.
Fanghua ran over with Xiaoying, grabbed Crazy Biao, shook him wildly, and asked with a cry, "Where did you take my husband?"
Taking advantage of the opportunity with Fanghua mother and son in front of him, Crazy Biao suddenly had a plan in mind, and there was a fierce look in his eyes. Although it was fleeting, he was still caught by the keen Qin Tian.
Without stopping, Crazy Biao turned his claws into one hand and grabbed Fanghua's neck.
When I touched the tender skin, I felt a stinging pain on my shoulders.
The next second, the entire arm seemed to have lost all feeling, and the hand gripping Fanghua's neck could not feel the temperature of the other person's body.
He turned his face slightly and looked down at his right shoulder. The fierce look slowly turned into fear.
"Ah..."
After being stunned for a second, a painful wail came from Mad Biao's mouth, and the sound was unusually loud.
Just after he fell back, the entire arm below the shoulder was completely separated from the body, and the flat incision sprayed out the smelly blood, which was very terrifying when it splashed on the pale face. In addition, the already scarlet eyes made it even more...
ferocious.
Fanghua's face was also splashed with a lot of blood. At this moment, she calmed down a lot, covered her son's ears and hid aside.
"You are about to die and still want to do evil. If you still want to keep a hand for future convenience, then give it to me honestly."
Behind Crazy Biao, Qin Tian had his back to him, pointing a giant sword diagonally at the ground. There was no trace of blood on the sword. The price of an arm was just a warning.
If it weren't for some doubts lingering in his mind, Qin Tian wouldn't have kept him alive until now.
Qin Tian slashed with his sword at a speed that could not be caught with the naked eye. Even Brother Monkey was a little confused. He praised him, "Such a fast speed. He is worthy of being a strong man at the pinnacle of martial arts. If he were to become his enemy, he would not even die."
have no idea."
If we judge from the speed, Qin Tian does have the strength of the peak of the sixth rank of martial arts.
However, this power does not belong to him. This is the secret between Qin Tian and Yu Chen. In times of crisis, Yu Chen still has to use his power to show off.
Otherwise, how could he do it with the strength he had just been promoted to the Martial Spirit Level 1?
"Everyone, please go back and reunite with your family. You are free."
After shouting at the villagers, Qin Tian knew that they were all eager to go home, but he did not know their intentions, so he did not dare to act rashly.
With Qin Tian's words, the bolder people began to move their steps, and then ran towards the village gate.
Everyone nodded and thanked Qin Tian and his friends when they passed by them. If it weren't for these two young people, their nightmare would not have ended like this.
After the villagers finished walking, the crowded square became empty.
Now, there were only five of them left here. Qin Tian walked up to Feng Biao and asked calmly, "As far as I know, you have also arrested a lot of cultivators. Why are there only these ordinary villagers here? Did you arrest them?"
Where are the practitioners who left?"
Crazy Biao's face was as pale as death, his eyes were lifeless, his body was twitching with coldness, and the wound on his broken arm was still bleeding.
In response to Qin Tian's question, a strange expression appeared on his face, but it only changed briefly and could not be noticed without paying attention.
Brother Monkey grabbed the iron rod and pointed it at Crazy Biao, "I'm asking you a question, are you pretending to be deaf?"
"You will die if you say it, and you will die if you don't tell it. The result is the same anyway." As soon as these words came out, Brother Monkey was about to get angry. Crazy Biao quickly said, "If you promise not to kill me, I can inform them of their whereabouts."
you."
Qin Tian pointed his giant sword at Feng Biao and said expressionlessly, "You have no choice."
"No, I have a choice. In order to survive, I must make a bet, and I will use the more than three hundred cultivators as a bet."
The cold light was dazzling, and Mad Biao's will to survive became even stronger.
He was indeed burdened with many innocent lives. Even if he died a thousand or ten thousand times, it would not be enough to comfort the souls of the dead. Now, in order to survive, he had no choice but to take a gamble.
Brother Monkey asked coldly, "Do you want to use more than 300 lives to negotiate terms with us?"
Mad Biao's aching forehead was covered with cold sweat, and he opened his white lips and said, "An ant is still trying to survive. In order to survive, I can only do this. Please think twice."
"I can spare your life, but remember, if you dare to play any tricks, I will let you know what life is worse than death." Putting the giant sword back into the storage ring, Qin Tian's expression was very cold, no one
I will doubt his words.
Crazy Biao couldn't help but trembled, rolled his eyes, and then said, "How do I know if you will suddenly regret it after you find them? You two have such high cultivation, it will not be easy to take my life by then."
Qin Tian sneered in his heart and asked, "What do you say?"
"Let me go, and I'll tell you where they are."
Crazy Biao could see that Qin Tian and Brother Hou cared about those people. On the verge of death, he finally grabbed a handful of straw, and hope slowly began to ignite in his heart.
"Let you go? Don't even think about it. Just lead the way for me, otherwise I'll let you taste the pain in your head." As he said that, Brother Monkey tried to knock him down with a stick, which frightened Crazy Biao and quickly rolled aside.
Crazy Biao gritted his teeth, consistent with his previous attitude, and said, "It's up to you whether you agree or not. This is my bottom line request. If you don't let me go first, I don't mind letting those three hundred people be buried with me."
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‘Whoosh!’
My ears felt a little cold, then a little hot after being cool, and the hot feeling slowly turned into burning.
Next second!
'ah!'
The sound of killing a pig resounded through the sky, and the area where Crazy Biao covered his ears was rolling on the ground in pain. Dark red blood flowed from his fingers, and his originally ferocious face became more and more terrifying.
"It's so shameless, I have to do it." The giant sword appeared in Qin Tian's hand again at some point, and the cold and fierce look on his face even made Brother Monkey a little afraid.
Withdrawing the giant sword, Qin Tian said coldly, "If it weren't for you, it would still be useful. The sword just cut off an ear was not as simple as cutting off an ear."
Half of Crazy Biao's face was dripping with blood, and the pain made him fear the coming of death.
Although the man in front of him was young, he knew very well in his heart that this man was a ruthless character much more cruel than him.
If it weren't for the fact that I could still use it, there would definitely be an extra corpse on the ground at this moment, and the owner of that corpse...
He didn't dare to imagine it any longer. Crazy Biao already understood that the situation was over.