A tyrannical killing intent flashed in Qin Hao's eyes, his body suddenly swung, sideways around an arc and a half, and appeared in front of Mu Zixu's body with a frightened expression, and his five claws pierced into the opponent's chest like piercing tofu. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Claws like thorns, sharp as knives!

Qin Hao's grasp of this hand, the person is like a wind, and the probing hand is like taking something out of the bag, although the force is fierce, it is fast and silent, it seems that there is not even a sound of breaking the air, just piercing Mu Zixu's chest in one stroke, and his wrists are all submerged.

Mu Zi lowered his head inch by inch, and the broken flesh and blood of his internal organs poured out of his mouth.

"I..."

A word was spit out, and before he could finish it, a sound like a watermelon bursting and juice flowing out came from his body.

Qin Hao shook his hand casually, threw away the sparse heart in his hand, a tyranny flashed in his eyes, he slapped his backhand, his five fingers were forked, his skin was like a rock, and there was a faint dark and dull color of gold and iron under the dark yellow skin.

Poor Mu Zixu just watched his heart being taken out, and he completely lost his breath, and a hand that was bigger than his head slapped it in the air.

Boom!

The neck bone was immediately broken, and the entire skull swished, and it was stuffed straight into the chest, and then it exploded inside, splashing blood and broken flesh on Qin Hao's body, making his whole body bloody, like a demon coming out of hell.

Seeing that the sect master was slapped to death with one palm, and the murderer was almost crushed, thousands of disciples of the Muming Sect were instantly photographed by its fierce flames, and they were all dumbfounded, and they didn't dare to breathe, and they were silent.

Feeling the restlessness of the extreme desire for bloodlust in his heart, Qin Hao snorted coldly, lifted his footsteps, and wiped the sand floating under his feet, as if he was weightless, and as if someone had a rope tied to his body, he pulled it suddenly, and the person swept out directly.

At this time, half of Mu Zixu's body was left before he could fall to the ground heavily, and Qin Hao suddenly appeared surrounded by the disciples of the Mu Ming Sect.

Whoa!

Like a tide, the faces of the disciples around him were horrified, and they screamed when they lost their bodies, and they rolled and crawled backwards.

Qin Hao's current state is still extremely unstable, he has just escaped from that chaotic consciousness, and he has recovered some reason in his mind, but it is still far from enough.

The heart is beating excitedly, the eyes are bright red, and the irrepressible tyranny in the heart still needs human life to vent.

The screaming sound in his ears suddenly made his eyebrows frown, and the irritability in his heart was even worse, and he grabbed one of the disciples who had screamed the most, and threw a punch.

There was an explosion in the air, and the waves of air visible to the naked eye fluctuated, and before the fist could reach the body, the terrifying air pressure beat the person to death.

The corpse stiffened suddenly, as if it had been frozen, and then exploded into countless fragments, like a weapon of mass destruction, killing all the people around it in an instant.

The smell of blood in the air began to become more and more intense, and on the contrary, the tyranny in Qin Hao's eyes began to fade a little.

Just before they could breathe, at least 20 corpses fell, badly injured and screaming, and countless people groaned, and fear and panic instantly erupted like a virus, unstoppable.

The pungent smell of blood seemed to permeate the mountains in the blink of an eye, and the ears continued to produce the screeching sound of breaking through the air and the sound of puffing blood splattering in the air.

The sound was like a broken water bag.

Coupled with the movement of the human body falling to the ground like a heavy object, it constantly twists and struggles, and it makes people shudder when they hear it.

Qin Hao is the conductor of this music, his steps flashing back and forth irregularly, like a shuttle lightning, and like a ferocious civet cat, harvesting life back and forth in the crowd.

Front, back, left, right, the speed is incredible, as if there are countless afterimages shaking in the crowd at the same time.

With the appearance and disappearance of each afterimage, the blood-sprayed movement, from the very beginning, goes straight to the climax.

No matter what world they are in, blood is one of the things that most stimulates the senses, especially when these disciples of the Kimei Sect are completely in despair.

Fear is despairing, and despair is madness.

And once you fall into the madness of despair, in this inherent pattern, it is natural to completely lose your mind, forget your fears, be driven by the instinct of survival, and at the same time the adrenaline rushes, the bile secretion accelerates, the pupils are congested, and you become like a man-eating beast, losing any humanity.

"Kill him!"

With a loud shout, countless sleepy beasts panting suddenly rushed towards the invisible black shadow in the air, desperate, countless psionic skills, and various colors of light, towards the center cover.

Only Qin Hao was bathed in blood, the tyranny in his eyes was gradually fading, and reason and indifference were slowly crawling back into his pupils.

In fact, at this time, Qin Hao had almost regained his senses and dredged the bloodthirsty restlessness in his heart, but it was obvious that the crowd that surrounded him did not intend to let him end this killing so early.

It doesn't matter whether it's right or wrong, survival is extremely selfish in the face of existence, and the reason for killing, no matter how much justice and evil there is, it doesn't make any sense, it really only depends on the strength of the power.

This is the fairest cruelty in the world!

"I don't know if I'm alive or dead!" Qin Hao sneered, his footsteps didn't stop, and he didn't look at the figures rushing around, as if he didn't see the people in front of him, as soon as his feet moved, he no longer stayed, and where he passed, it seemed that he was walking very slowly step by step, but in fact, it was as fast as the wind.

If you lift weights lightly, you will be like a galloping horse!

Obviously, the first foot landed on the ground, but his people were still dozens of steps away, and the back foot had already stepped in front of several people.

Then, with a shake of the wrist, the five fingers were like a knife, and with a slight flick, the edge of the palm immediately penetrated a person's forehead, and then the person moved forward, the hand knife was withdrawn, and the hand-to-hand knife was swept again, and the palm side was like a sharp steel knife, and at the same time swept the throat of no one on the right side.

And this time, he was actually not fancy, but he was simply domineering, that is, relying on his strong strength, he threw his hand and pulled it out, and the knife cut the necks of several people, although those people were still rushing forward, but the crazy look on their faces instantly returned to clarity and turned into panic before death.

The force of these people is really not worth mentioning, but they are forced to be in a hurry, fall into madness, and look amazing, but in Qin Hao's eyes, this is simply rushing to death.

No matter how fast a group of sheep runs, they can only run for their lives in front of the lions, and it can only be a joke to try to run out of the momentum of the wolves.

Even if Qin Hao didn't use the power of sand control, he would kill these people with just one punch and one kick, just like a farmer cutting wheat with a sickle.

Killing people is like mowing grass, just throwing your fists casually, and human life will be quickly understood, and it won't take long to really kill them, and it's very cool.