No one present could notice it, but this change could not be concealed from Yu Chen's insight into "the power of runes."
Before, Qin Tian was blinded by anger and hatred, and almost went crazy and became a slave to the power of runes. After a lot of effort, he was finally calmed down.
In addition to the time when his parents were brutally murdered, there was another incident when Liu Mingshuo was almost killed by a mysterious cloaked man using his soul-picking hand.
Although the time is short, the power is extraordinary.
What these three things have in common is the word 'anger'. Yu Chen can already conclude that the power of runes is indeed controlled by emotions to stimulate its power.
In other words, the greater the anger, the stronger the power of the runes.
The touban king's screams for mercy appeared in his mind, and his whole body began to become excited, and the pace under his feet could not help but speed up a little.
Seeing that the sharp spearhead was about to pierce his chest, Brother Xiong silently closed his eyes. He could die for the one he loved. He had no regrets. He was alone and had no one to worry about except Jia Ling.
A gust of wind blew across the weathered face, and Brother Xiong couldn't help but be alerted. He could only imagine that the pain before death would never come, and he only heard Jia Ling behind him shouting those two words: "Qin Tian!" "
Slowly opening his desperate eyes, the tall back in front of him looked so majestic and tall at this moment.
On the verge of death, Qin Tian burst out with a speed that was imperceptible to the naked eye and stood in front of Brother Xiong. The purple air shield protected the three of them safely inside.
The sharp spear head was nailed to the purple air shield as if it had encountered a copper wall. It had no effect except a crisp sound, and not even a slight stab mark was left on the air shield.
"It's time for you to say goodbye to this world!" Qin Tian looked at the Tuba King indifferently, staring at him as if he were looking at a corpse.
When Qin Tian spoke, a bright red flame rose into the air in his palm, and then he turned his wrist and hit the Tuba King in the head.
The Tuba King had been completely suppressed by Qin Tian's momentum, and with his astonished expression, he actually lost the will to resist.
The bright red flames continued to expand in his pupils, and he didn't react until the animal fire touched his skin.
But it was too late. The terrifying temperature of the beast fire could burn him to ashes in an instant. Even jumping into the well in Tianshui Mansion could not save his life.
"Brother." The city lord got up from the ground. Seeing his brother who had been swallowed up by the flames, his heart hurt unbearably. He looked at Qin Tian with endless hatred in his eyes and roared, "I will fight with you."
Immediately, the city lord, who was as crazy as a beast, rushed towards Qin Tian with a heavy hammer.
He also understood that he had no way out. The appearance of a strong martial artist had no place for him to stand, but he would never understand until his death. The young man in front of him was just a third-level martial arts practitioner, and he was not what they said. The strong martial artist in there.
"Cruel decision!"
With a flash of bright eyes, Qin Tian took out the cold knife that he had fought with all the way from the storage ring again, and rushed towards the city lord, letting the sound of wind whistle by his ears.
The young man's body was full of ruthlessness, and there were no distracting thoughts in his mind, only the moves of Zan Jue.
At a certain moment, he seemed to realize something, but that feeling was very subtle and fleeting. Worrying about gains and losses, the boy instantly transformed into more than a dozen shadows, instantly surrounding the irrational 'beast'.
Those phantoms showed different sword-wielding postures, forming an airtight steel cage. The terrifying sword energy blew up inside the cage, and the cold light flickered. The dazzling sword light made people squint their eyes in laughter.
It took less than three seconds, but it seemed like a long time.
The city lord stood there in a daze, with a dull look in his eyes and an expression of horror on his face. As the hammer in his hand fell to the ground, an agile figure jumped over the city lord's body and appeared behind him.
This agile figure was Qin Tian. He was like a magnet. After he landed, the dozen shadows immediately flew back into his body and merged together in the blink of an eye.
Time seemed to stop at this moment, and no other sound could be heard except Qin Tian's heavy breathing.
In just a few seconds, Qin Tian was stunned and had output more than half of the spiritual energy in his body. At this moment, his body was so weak that he could hardly breathe, and the hand holding the knife began to tremble.
Everyone present was stunned by Qin Tian's fierce operation. They had never seen such a magical battle before.
A breeze passed by, and the city lord's motionless body began to tilt slightly.
Under everyone's horrified expressions, the stiff body collapsed like a pyramid. The complete body was broken into countless pieces of flesh and slid down in piles, filling the air with stinking blood.
Everyone took a breath of cold air, and the soldiers in Tucheng could no longer suppress the fear in their hearts. They abandoned their helmets and armor, rolled around and fled in all directions.
"OMG!"
Chen Tie, who had been hiding in a corner without looking back, stumbled and fell while running away in a hurry.
In his opinion, Qin Tian is a god of murder in the world, and tonight's scene is enough to become a nightmare for many people at night.
"vomit……"
Regardless of fear, Xiaohu and his group of twenty or so people felt their stomachs churning, and then they lay on the ground and vomited in disgust, almost vomiting all they had eaten in the past few days.
I'm afraid even the ferocious Tuba King and the City Lord have never seen a scene like this.
Putting the knife back into the storage ring, the young man moved his arms to adjust the somewhat messy spiritual energy in his body.
The large amount of spiritual energy output in a short period of time made his body somewhat overwhelmed. If he was attacked by Chen Tie or any strong martial artist now, he would definitely have no choice but to sit back and wait for death.
This assumption actually does not exist, because Yu Chen still exists in Qin Tian's body.
After a brief breath adjustment, the boy had recovered a little and turned around to walk towards Jia Ling and the others.
"Take it and sprinkle it on his wound." Qin Tian took out a bottle of hemostatic powder from his gift ring and handed it to Jia Ling.
Jia Ling cast a grateful look. The young man in front of her helped them too much. No matter how much she thanked her, she could not repay the kindness of rebuilding.
"Brother Qin, what kind of martial arts are you doing? Why are you so cruel? You vomited everything everyone ate the day before yesterday." Goudan's face turned blue after vomiting, and he wiped the dirt under his mouth with trembling arms.
"Goudan, what are you talking about? The local bully king and the city lord have done many evil things and deserved to die. How can this be said to be cruel? They deserve such an end!"
