The first prisoner was escorted to the Xingtai. He was tied up with five stripes and his hands tied behind his back. The executioner took a sip of wine and sprayed it on the ghost head knife, and the blue color seeped out. Then he stretched out his hand and cut the prisoner's name and the word "Zhou" written on his back.
He took off the sign and raised the knife in his hand.
Bones rolled, and a human head rolled to the ground.
From beginning to end, he was silent.
There was a burst of cheers from the crowd.
It was obviously not warm at all, it was frighteningly cold, but the atmosphere was very warm.
Then came the second prisoner, still the same old routine, but this prisoner started to sing: "Whoever comes in the morning and is drunk in the frost forest always sheds tears when leaving, hates the delay in meeting each other, hates the speed of returning,
The willow silk is so long that it is difficult to tie the jade..."
Before he could finish singing, the ghost soldier pushed his head down, and then the executioner stepped forward and raised his knife, causing blood to splash everywhere.
There was another burst of cheers from the crowd.
The atmosphere became more and more lively.
Qi Xuansu felt a little shuddering.
The last prisoner was escorted by two ghost soldiers and staggered onto the execution ground.
There was a piece of white paper taped to the prisoner's face, so his face could not be seen clearly.
For some reason, Qi Xuansu always felt that this prisoner looked familiar.
At this moment, a ghost soldier took off the white paper covering the prisoner's face, revealing the prisoner's true face, which was exactly the same as Qi Xuansu.
Qi Xuansu couldn't help being surprised.
This surprise is really no small matter.
The surrounding "crowd" originally turned a blind eye to Qi Xuansu, but after Qi Xuansu's surprise, they all looked towards Qi Xuansu, as if they had just discovered Qi Xuansu, a living person.
All the previous noise disappeared in this moment.
Only deathly silence remained.
The next moment, these "people" rushed toward Qi Xuansu, grabbed Qi Xuansu with all kinds of hands, and tried to pull Qi Xuansu off his horse.
Qi Xuansu knew that it was probably because of his surprise that he extinguished a sun lamp. He wanted to escape, but he was shocked to find that all his cultivation had disappeared. He could not break away at all. He was pulled off the horse easily, and he felt like the world was spinning.
By the time Qi Xuansu came to his senses, he had already been pressed on the execution platform, and a cold breath was coming from the back of his neck.
Not far away is the white paper used to cover the face, with a little figure drawn on it, exactly like Qi Xuansu.
Qi Xuansu knew that he was on the wrong track and wanted to rise up to resist, but found that his strength was only that of an ordinary young man. It was difficult to even raise his head, let alone resist.
The executioner drank for the third time, and then sprayed it on the ghost-head knife in his hand for the third time.
If nothing unexpected happens, Qi Xuansu will soon be dead and dismembered.
The dead "crowd" became lively again, and the noise came like a tide again.
Qi Xuansu roared angrily, his eyes turned red, and he tried his best to break free from the ghost soldier's shackles. At the critical moment of life and death, he got strength from nowhere, not only raised his head, but even overturned the ghost soldier who was pressing him to the ground.
Although these ghost soldiers were strange, their strength was that of ordinary people. Qi Xuansu couldn't hold them down after being pulled away violently.
Qi Xuansu lost his strength and cultivation, but he did not forget his martial arts skills in fighting with others. He bumped into another ghost soldier. These ghost soldiers were really just like ordinary people. They were immediately knocked over by Qi Xuansu.
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At this moment, the "crowd" watching the fun below gave up. Seeing that the excitement was over, they wanted to run away. They immediately rushed over and stretched out their withered palms to capture Qi Xuansu.
Qi Xuansu became bold when he thought of this. Seeing that there were several turtle slaves wearing green turbans around him who were timid and did not dare to step forward, one of them jumped over and punched one after another, knocking them all down to the ground.
Seeing how terrifying the evil star Qi Xuansu was, the painted-skinned woman didn't care to cry and ran away quickly.
"Hmph, you want to escape?" Qi Xuansu chased after him with a quick stride, trying to pull this "painted skin" back.
At this moment, a knife slashed out diagonally.
Qi Xuansu was startled and stopped suddenly.
The blade almost grazed Qi Xuansu's fingertips. If he had been a step later, half of his arm would have been cut off by the knife.
Now he has no magical powers derived from flesh and blood. If his arm is gone, it is really gone.
Qi Xuansu raised his eyes and saw that it was the executioner from the previous execution ground, holding the blue ghost-headed knife, chasing after him at some point.
Qi Xuansu secretly thought that this old boy was quite sinister. When he turned around earlier, there was no one in sight. Taking advantage of his relaxation of vigilance, he quietly touched him.
However, Qi Xuansu is no longer afraid of him. Neither side has magical powers, which is equivalent to having the same level of cultivation. Isn't this a fight in the same realm? Qi Xuansu has never been afraid of anyone.
Qi Xuansu looked around and saw an iron candlestick. He reached out and took the candlestick and used it as a fork.
The executioner didn't say anything, he raised the ghost-headed knife in his hand and struck Qi Xuansu on the head.
Qi Xuansu did not dodge. He raised the candlestick in his hand and held it in front of him to block the sword. He also tested the executioner's strength. If he was strong, he would fight. If he was weak, he would just fight.
superior.
However, to Qi Xuansu's expectation, the blow he blocked fell into the air. Not only did it not receive the force, but it also did not touch anything real.
It wasn't that Qi Xuansu's move failed, but the executioner's ghost-headed sword seemed to be just an illusion, passing through the candlestick in Qi Xuansu's hand and slashing towards Qi Xuansu's neck.
Qi Xuansu only had one thought at this time, this old boy is playing dirty tricks, using magical powers?