Qingming has a special identity in this group of people, and his words instantly broke the embarrassing scene.

"Oh, Brother Qingming still has talent, doesn't it sound good?"

One of them asked quippedly.

"You know a fart, maybe Brother Qingming is a genius in this area. ”

The other replied with a laugh.

The scene was once again filled with a giggling atmosphere.

Qingming smiled slightly, stretched out his hand and pulled out the horizontal knife on his waist, and slammed it on the ground with a "touch".

Zishuxiao, who had been silent on the side, was attracted by this sound, and looked curiously at the ground where the horizontal knife was pestle.

In the eyes of others, this is the foreplay action when Qingming hums a song, and there is nothing worth noting, but in Zishu's eyes, it is very different.

Because Zishu saw things that ordinary people couldn't see.

It was a colorful silk thread, each of which connected everyone here, except for Qingming and Zishu Xiaoxiao.

The other end of the colorful silk thread is wrapped along the ground on the scabbard of the horizontal knife in front of Qingming.

Zishu tilted her head and looked at these colorful silk threads, she seemed to know what these colorful silk threads were, but she didn't seem to know.

The next moment, Qingming's hands were up, and the horizontal knife was suddenly pulled up and laid flat on Qingming's legs, followed by Qingming's soft humming singing.

The song is peaceful and ethereal at first, the song is melodious, and the clear hands follow the rhythm of the song and gently tap the horizontal knife scabbard.

In Zishu's small eyes, every time Qingming struck the scabbard, one or several colorful silk threads would tremble slightly, and the owners of these shaking silk threads were every child who was locked in an iron cage.

Seeing this, the doubts in Zishu's small eyes were swept away, and she stood up directly and trotted towards the outside of the camp, not knowing where she was going.

After about ten seconds, the children in the cage yawned one after another, and then fell asleep one by one.

Almost no one noticed this process, and even if anyone saw it, they thought the children were too sleepy.

In short, everyone's attention is focused on Qingming's body.

However, the prelude of Qingming humming is too soft, not the type they like to listen to, and this group of young and middle-aged people who are used to it like more intense lyrics.

Just as the group of people began to feel a little bored, the song that Qingming was humming suddenly turned around, becoming rapid and intense.

At the same time, the rhythm of Qingming's fingers tapping the scabbard became faster and faster.

The young and middle-aged people around the bonfire suddenly became interested, and at first, only a few people stood up and followed Qingming and humming and dancing.

When it came, everyone stood up and danced excitedly.

Only Qingming is still unmoved, and it seems out of place with the surroundings.

The humming is getting faster and faster, and the music is getting more and more intense.

The crowd around the bonfire also began to slowly become agitated, and the madness in their eyes became stronger and stronger.

Immediately afterward, local pushes began to appear locally, and then gradually spread to everyone like a plague.

Madness ravaged everyone here, all screaming and roaring with excitement, twisted smiles on everyone's faces.

The shoving became more and more severe, and then gradually began to evolve and escalate.

The violence first began on the periphery, when a middle-aged man grabbed a young man's head and tore off the young man's nose with his teeth.

However, as if he did not feel pain, the young man laughed frantically and tore off the ears of the middle-aged man.

This happened in every corner of the camp, and the people seemed to have degraded to primitive times in an instant, and their teeth and claws became their most advantageous weapons.

Evolution began at the innermost level, and when Zhang Wei pulled out a flaming firewood from the campfire and smashed it on a person, Mars swept the camp like stars.

Bloody, chaotic, furious, twisted, dark.

All the negative emotions and scenes are mixed together, like pen and ink swaying wantonly on rice paper.

Suddenly, a black shadow swept towards Qingming, and under the dim light of the fire, the crescent moon with a silvery-white metallic light slashed towards Qingming's neck from left to right.

Qingming, who was sitting by the campfire, had his head slightly off, then slammed his left foot to the left, and his right hand held the handle of the knife and suddenly pulled out the knife.

The strength of the left foot was not exhausted, and the right foot touched the ground again, driving Qingming's body to rotate suddenly, and at the same time, the horizontal knife of Qingming's right hand was also unsheathed, and it suddenly collided with the silver crescent.

The colorful silk threads danced around Qingming with the swing of the horizontal knife, but unfortunately no one could see such a gorgeous scene.

When the dark shadow that swept towards Qingming appeared around the campfire, the dim light of the fire also illuminated his figure.

It was an evil and sinister countenance with a maniacal smile.

The long sword was his weapon, the blade was slender and sharp, and it was bright when it was wiped, but Qingming still smelled a strong smell of blood from the blade.

Qingming knew very well that this person was not under the control of his natural spells, and his perverted desire came from this person himself.

"You're their second boss?"

Qingming smiled slightly and asked.

"I said I was going to kill you, and I smell you, the same smell as me. ”

The second master stared at Qingming coldly, and his bright red tongue licked his lips.

"Then it's time for me to take a shower. ”

Qingming chuckled.

"Hmph, your tongue must be a great trophy. ”

The second master smiled coldly, and then the long sword in his hand suddenly pushed Qingming out.

On the other side, Qingming took two steps back, but before he could fully stabilize his body, the long sword in the hand of the second master stabbed at him, not giving Qingming any chance at all.

Qingming was not panicked, the horizontal knife in his hand flicked upward, and the straight stabbing long sword was opened, and at the same time, the fingers of the other hand danced quickly, and the colorful silk threads were instantly linked to the second master.

However, to Qingming's surprise, right in front of him, the figure of the second master suddenly disappeared, as if it had never existed.

Qingming was shocked, and hurriedly looked around, but it was too late.

A killing intent like a substance erupted behind Qingming, and it was completely impossible to turn around and resist the enemy at this time.

Fortunately, what Qingming himself has learned is different from ordinary fighting techniques, coupled with the condensation of countless battles, which has created Qingming's extraordinary crisis handling ability.

I saw Qingming's left foot kick suddenly, and his body bent down quickly while moving forward, and the horizontal knife in his hand was back, and a style of Su Qin's back sword just blocked the rear slash.

Seeing this scene, the second master was slightly stunned, and forgot to attack again for a while.

In just this second, Qingming's body rotated suddenly, and the horizontal knife drove the long sword directly to the side.

The next moment, the horizontal knife in Qingming's hand swirled, and a night battle in the form of a hidden knife in all directions rushed straight to the door of the second master's house.

The second master is in a high position, naturally not a vegetarian master, the long sword was pushed away by Qingming at the same time, and the long sword was opened five steps away from Qingming.

"Wind attribute talent. ”

Qingming gasped slightly, and a drop of cold sweat ran down his forehead.

"That's right, very few people can dodge my move, you are the first, I am curious about the sword skills you have cultivated. ”

The second master licked his lips, looked at Qingming with interest and said.

"Then there is no hope, or you beg me, maybe I will show kindness and burn the sword skills I have learned to you. ”

Qingming said with a smile.

"Arrogant, wait for you to be abolished, I have time for you to speak. ”

The second master's face instantly became gloomy, and he raised his sword to do it again.

"Wait a minute. ”

Qingming suddenly shouted.

"What, scared?"

The second master paused slightly, and said with a smile.

"No, aren't you going to save your companions, who are dying. ”

Qingming pointed to the humanity who was still fighting each other.

There are not a few people left who are still standing, but looking at the injuries of these people, I am afraid that they will not last long.

"A swarm of ants, why should I care, don't delay time here. ”

The second master didn't even look at these people, the magic trick in his hand was pinched, and the whole person disappeared from Qingming's sight again.

Seeing this scene, Qingming clenched the horizontal knife in his hand, ready to face attacks from all directions at any time.

Suddenly, the figure on the left flickered, and a silver light flashed.

Qingming only had time to make a dodge move, and a fresh sword wound appeared on his left arm.

The next moment, the figure on the right side of Qingming was highlighted, and the silver sword light followed one after another, and the horizontal knife in Qingming's right hand was subconsciously raised, but it was a step too late.

"Poof", it was the sound of the flesh being cut by a sharp blade.

The next moment, there was also an extremely long sword wound on Qingming's right arm.

Under the severe pain, Qingming almost let go of the horizontal knife in his hand, but Qingming still held back, and with the feeling of pain, Qingming clenched the horizontal knife in his hand.

This time, Qingming clearly noticed that the speed of the second master was a few points faster than before.

But Qingming did not panic because of this, but the corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing an inexplicable smile.

In an instant, Qingming's back was slashed by the long sword again, and blood sprayed out instantly.

The corners of Qingming's mouth twitched slightly, but he still didn't move.

In the next second, the figure of the second master suddenly appeared in front of Qingming, revealing a mocking expression, and at the same time, the long sword in the hand of the second master had already stabbed into Qingming's chest.

It's a long time, but the whole process happens in an instant.

The second master moved too fast, Qingming didn't have time to make any countermeasures, and seeing that the long sword was about to pierce Qingming's chest, Qingming suddenly spoke.

"Got you. ”

Qingming smiled and said quickly.

Hearing this, the second master was slightly stunned, but the action of stabbing forward did not mean to stop.

As soon as Qingming's words fell, the fingers of his left hand, which had been idle, suddenly danced rapidly, and the invisible colorful silk threads flew in the air with Qingming's dancing fingers.

Suddenly, the second master was stunned for a moment, an extremely frightened expression appeared on his face, and his body quickly retreated, giving up this excellent opportunity.

It was as if at this moment, the second master saw something extremely terrifying.

The second master retreated, but Qingming just took the opportunity to attack.

I saw Qingming's left foot kick hard, and his body followed the second master, and at the same time, the horizontal knife of his right hand slashed forward.

At this time, the second master was still in a state of extreme panic, and his reaction was naturally not as good as before.

The master's move is only in a moment's time.

The second master is slow, and he completely loses the perfect opportunity to block Qingming's attack.

The Qingming horizontal knife was raised quickly, and it was directly slashed at the chest of the second master from the bottom up.

The same sound of a sharp blade cutting through flesh, the same scene of blood splattering.

It's a pity that the second master retreated too quickly, and Qingming's slash only scratched a shallow mark, and it was not fatal.

But Qingming did not stop, his right foot exerted his strength again, and the speed of progress also accelerated, and he was about to catch up with the second master again.

Suddenly, a very shocked voice came from behind him.

"Damn, what's going on?"