The sudden change attracted the attention of everyone present. Qin Tian was also surprised and couldn't help but look up.
I saw a guy baring his teeth and claws, dancing with a long knife in his hand, and like a tortoise taking off, he rushed towards me in the air.
He was angry from the bottom of his heart.
Originally, it was hoped that the thief would capture the king first, restrain Wang LaoLao, and avoid large-scale bloodshed. At the same time, he could also take the opportunity to force Wang LaoLao to tell the truth about that year.
Unexpectedly, Wang Laohu's man could be so heartless and crazy!
To actually carry out such an assassination attack.
Is this forcing yourself to kill someone?
He snorted heavily and kicked out.
There was a bang and he was hit in the chest. The trapeze artist spurted blood in mid-air and flew away upside down.
Although the sneak attack was resolved, Wang Laohu took the opportunity to escape into the crowd. He shouted with red eyes: "Kill him!"
"Quick, come together!"
"Chop him into pieces for me!"
After hearing his words, a group of men who had been furious for a long time finally broke out.
Led by the Four King Kongs, the dense crowd, like a tide, brandished their long swords and struck at Qin Tian and Tietou.
The light of the sword covers the sun, and the murderous aura shakes the sky!
A melee finally broke out.
"Qin Tian, be careful!"
Hu Fei shouted loudly, pulled out his machete, and swept it out with a flash of light.
Since the other party is looking for death, then let them be fulfilled!
Qin Tian let out a long roar and waved the half-steel knife in his hand. As he screamed, the first few guys who rushed up were instantly shattered into pieces.
"Brother A Fei, well done!"
Seeing Ah Fei's scimitar flying up and down, forcing the crowd on the opposite side to retreat step by step, Qin Tian couldn't help but laugh.
In the past, when the Hu family was at its peak, Ah Fei, the eldest son, was also very powerful, but after all, he was just a playboy.
Looking at the whole of Hanzhong, what can he do personally?
Just having bodyguards and martial artists around me solved the problem.
What's more, there is Yang Dao, a master of both Han and Zhong Dynasties, sitting in charge.
After the family suffered a tragedy and escaped from the fire, he vowed to take revenge, so he practiced hard. He used what he learned from the family martial arts master in the past, especially from Yang Dao, and practiced every move and style to the extreme based on his memory.
The reason why I usually don't do anything is because I am worried about revealing my identity, especially in front of Yang Dao.
Because although he has deliberately changed many moves, the essence cannot be changed.
As long as he takes action in front of Yang Dao, Yang Dao will definitely be able to tell immediately that this is what he taught him.
Now, facing countless wolf cubs with red eyes, he couldn't care so much anymore.
Coupled with the grievances he had suffered for several years, he suddenly broke out. He attacked and killed without mercy.
His hair was disheveled, and his iron-headed mask was stained red by his opponent's blood. He looked like the King of Hell.
At first, Qin Tian felt relieved. Soon, he was shocked when he saw the enemies around Hu Fei falling down one by one, their limbs broken and arms dripping with blood on the ground.
"Calm down!"
"Can't do this!"
With a low roar, he swept away the enemies in front of him. With a whirlwind, he rushed in front of Hu Fei and kicked all the enemies around him away with his legs like the wind.
"Listen to me, your martial arts foundation is not stable. If you go on a killing spree, you may fall into inner demons."
"It will be difficult to come out again in the future!"
"Besides, these people are not worthy of death. We can destroy them, but we cannot kill them!"
After listening to Qin Tian's words, Hu Fei trembled for a moment before he came to his senses. Just now, his eyes were blood red, and he just wanted to vent his inner hatred through killing.
It's almost like falling into the devil's path.
Killing three or five people is okay, but if he kills thirty, fifty, or even hundreds of people in front of his home today, then these blood debts will become a curse that he will never be able to escape from for the rest of his life.
It is difficult for him to think and live like a normal person.