Life, Qiao Jin can be saved.

If the hand is really cut off, it may not be able to be restored.

At that moment, Song Yanqing's face was like ashes.

Time seemed to become very slow, very slow, and Song Yanqing, who was slow, calmed down in extreme panic and thought of a lot of things.

Qiao Jin will not make a move, and today's matter can only be solved by himself.

On what basis did he solve it?

He thought of what Qiao Jin said when he came.

"There are times when people's beliefs burst into great potential, but some things cannot be changed, just like the laws of nature. ”

He didn't know why, but he looked at the knife, his pupils shrank in the drunkard's hideous expression, and he focused his eyes on that place, and at that moment he had only one thought in his mind.

This knife can't be cut down!

Absolutely not to cut down!

There was a faint brilliance that quietly emanated from his body.

At that moment, the surrounding airflow seemed to be slightly strangely touched, and there was no change in the heavens and the earth, but the demons of the Rakshasa realm appeared out of thin air.

They stood in place, looking at Song Yanqing, their already hideous faces seemed to look even more ugly.

There seemed to be some faint vibration, and at the moment when the drunkard's knife was cut down, it stopped at a centimeter from Song Yanqing's wrist, and he couldn't cut it again.

The drunkard was a little shocked.

He felt a tremendous force preventing him from slashing the knife down, protecting the person in front of him and preventing him from doing so.

He was a little surprised.

At the same time, a force was also forcing him back, the drunkard was not very sober after drinking, and the knife couldn't cut down, so he waved it vigorously towards Song Yanqing's face.

The knife stopped at a centimeter on Song Yanqing's face, and he couldn't get an inch in.

Song Yanqing looked at the tip of the knife in front of him, the sharp side was almost able to pierce his eyes, he was tense, and for a moment he didn't know where he was.

The drunkard was a little shocked.

The drunken brain was a little sobered up by the wind, and he leaned back: "Why can't you stab it......"

He didn't believe it, and slashed at Song Yanqing dozens of times like crazy, but none of them could get close to Song Yanqing's body.

That's not right!

That's not right!

The drunkard was a little flustered, and a tremendous force suppressed him, forcing him to kneel in place and raise his head.

In the darkness, a thin girl slowly walked out, her expression was full of calm and compassion, but under closer inspection, there was a kind of hatred: "Your task is complete." ”

You can also go to die.

In an instant, the drunkard didn't even scream, and disappeared in place as if his whole body had vaporized.

It's quiet, as if it never appeared, and there is no trace of this person's existence.

The demon of the Rakshasa realm looked at Qiao Jin deeply several times before gradually disappearing.

Song Yanqing was not surprised to see the scene in front of him, his eyes did not blink, but his face was pale, and cold sweat broke out on his face.

He even had the reaction to stand up.

"You've suffered. ”

What happened just now has been verified, Qiao Jin touched Song Yanqing's forehead, and said rarely: "I'm sorry, in order to prove it, I used the fastest method to make you suffer a little." ”

But the pain was somewhat useful, and she proved at least a little.

The reason why the Rakshasa world followed him all this time finally surfaced, because this man has the capital to be remembered by the Rakshasa world.

Song Yanqing is a spiritual master.