Although the old man's strength cultivation was not high, and he was also banned by rune shackles and was seriously injured, when he said this, he seemed to have a magical power.

The sound was not loud, but every word seemed to be a thunderbolt, stirring between heaven and earth, a vast and magnificent breath of light, stirring in the air.

Above the main square.

Nearly 100,000 silent figures, at this time, all felt as if something hot was burning wildly in their chests.

The heads that had been hanging down slowly rose up.

An atmosphere that made the demons change color slightly began to stir up in this vast square.

Wang Chao waited for the dog's legs, and for a while, he was also taken by the momentum of this old man, his face changed wildly, he didn't know what to say, and stayed in place.

That's when —

"Hehe, Terran saint?"

A sneer rang out.

The Demon Heaven General, who had been sitting firmly on the high platform, slowly stood up, his huge body like a world-destroying beast that had come out of the abyss of demons.

The Demon Sky Admiral looked like he had heard some joke, with undisguised contempt on his face.

"Saint, old dog, are you dreaming? Hehehe, what era is it now, and there will be saints in such a lowly and depraved race as the human race?"

The Demon Heaven General laughed with a sneering face, pointed to the tens of thousands of people in the square, as if pointing to a pair of corpses and a group of livestock, and said contemptuously: "Old dog, open your eyes and see for yourself, hundreds of thousands of people in this Wind City are watching here, like a group of dogs whose backbones have been broken.

Hehe, they are insensitive, watching you be tortured, from beginning to end, has anyone dared to say a word for you, but another person dared to look up at Ben Jiang?

It's just a group of lowly races that only have servility, and such a lowly race is not worthy of sharing the land and resources outside this territory with the noble demon race. ”

When the old man heard this, his face became calmer and calmer.

He smiled calmly, gasped a few times, and said slowly: "They don't resist, they want to preserve the fire for the survival of the human race, although they have never raised their heads, but the flame of freedom in their hearts burns... It's just a matter of accumulating strength, and the Terrans will never bow down!

One day, you will be defeated by this human race that you look down on, even if the old man spills blood in the sky today, they will see the sun of that day for me, it will be dazzling, and the demons will be destroyed!!"

The words are sonorous, like swords resonating.

The old man's scarred body, at this moment, in the sight of countless people, became as tall as a towering mountain, and he could only look up.

The voice fell.

The atmosphere that pervades the crowd of nearly 100,000 people is becoming more and more obvious.

Countless people with their heads bowed were clenching their teeth and clenching their fists tightly, the joints of their fingers glowing white.

The hidden anger and sorrow in everyone's eyes became more and more obvious.

The Demon Heaven General's face changed slightly, and a violent and bloody aura spread around him.

His expression became gloomy: "Old dog, you will know in a while what it means to survive without dying, look at your old bones, you can last a few days... Execution!"

"Yes. ”

Wang Dynasty immediately nodded.

Turning around, the lackey smiled darkly, and his face was full of cruelty.

"Go, cut off this old thing's tongue first!"

Wang Dynasty said to the lackey beside him with a freckled face.

"Hey, hey, look at it. ”

The sparrow-spotted face dogleg finally got a chance to perform, and he was immediately overjoyed.

He smirked, took out a sharp knife with ox ears that had been prepared a long time ago, walked to the old man step by step, lit up the sharp knife, grabbed the old man's hair with a strange smile, and stabbed the sharp knife directly into the old man's mouth.

The old man did not resist.

There was a commotion in the crowd below, and many people closed their eyes, not daring to look at this cruel scene.

Ling Xiao's eyes flashed, and he was about to make a move, but at this time, an unexpected change that no one expected.

Shout!

A dark streamer burst out of the crowd.

Poof!

The heart of the sparrow-spotted lackey is pierced by a streamer!

It was a two-meter-long black spear that pierced through the body of the freckled lackey, and the huge inertia carried his body, and shot backwards, crashing into another lackey who had not yet reacted, and instantly pierced the second lackey like a sugar gourd...

Rumble!

The spear was eventually nailed to a boulder behind the torture table.

The body of the gun is half a meter into the stone.

Two lackeys were nailed alive.

"I... Poof..."

Until this time, the sparrow-spotted lackeys looked dazed, as if they hadn't understood what had happened.

He spurted out a mouthful of blood, subconsciously looked down at his chest, saw the black spear that pierced his body, suddenly reacted to something, suddenly looked frightened and desperate, and made a sound like a beast in his throat, wanting to say something, but the breath did not come up after all, and the next moment, the evil and ugly head hung low.

"Huh?"

Ling Xiao was slightly shocked in his heart.

What's going on?

Someone actually shot before him?

Who?

Just when he was puzzled, the surrounding crowd had already reacted, and the sudden assassination, as well as the splashed blood, made many ordinary people scream in fright, and exclamations sounded everywhere, and the crowd in the square also rioted uncontrollably, some screamed, some people retreated frantically, and some people were so frightened that their legs were weak, and they didn't dare to move when they stood still.

The next moment-

Whoosh!

Dozens of black shadows flew up in the crowd, like lightning, and instantly fell on the torture table.

"Kill!"

"Save people first. ”

"Save Jin Lao... I'm here to stop the crumbs. ”

A simple, short conversation rang out from the mouths of the few men.

They landed on the torture platform, acted quickly, had a clear division of labor, and immediately launched a rescue, apparently prepared.

There was chaos on the torture platform.

Shouts of killing erupted.

The doglegs led by the dynasty could only be regarded as average in strength, but when they were caught off guard, they suddenly suffered heavy losses.

Jin Lao, the number one benevolent man in Flowing Wind City, was the first to be rescued.

"It's them!"

Ling Xiao saw those violent figures, and his heart shook slightly.

The people who flew to save people were all familiar faces they had seen in the inn, and the leaders were the owners and couples of Chunfeng Building, and the remaining ten or so people were those ragged homeless people who were taken in by Chunfeng Building!

Ling Xiao never expected that these people inside and outside the inn would be masters.

But at that time, he didn't even see that they had martial arts cultivation?

It's really weird.

On the torture table.

Yesterday, the white-faced young boss who was polite and gentle as jade, seemed to be a different person, and his body was shrouded in a fierce killing intent.

He held a wolf brush in his hand, and under the urging of the aura, the brilliance flashed, and the brush, which was originally only half a foot long, became several times larger in the blink of an eye, a meter long, and the thickness of his arm.

A dangerous aura emanated from the giant brush, which was more than a meter long.

The brush was like a spear, scattering danqing, and the ink was dotted, and in an instant, five or six traitor warriors spurted blood and fell down.

"One stroke turns into a soul of ten thousand bones!"

In the midst of the shouting, the huge brush in the innkeeper's hand waved in the air.

His moves are extremely strange and expressive, using the void as paper, as if he was painting, and in the blink of an eye, dozens of vivid ink-colored beasts appeared in the air.