Chen Qi just looked at them, his face was not very friendly.

The more people look at it, the more wrong they feel: "we'd better run away!"

"You can't escape his flame. Since we are dead after all, we might as well be a warrior and fight with him, so that we can keep a face."

"Yes, fight with him. Even if we die, we can't be chased to death. What's the fear of so many of us dying together?" Zhengsedao, a distracted young disciple.

Countless tai'a disciples were pale, but their eyes suddenly flashed a trace of determination. Most of the people were affected. They didn't know who was yelling. In order to be brave, they all yelled. A look of death.

At this time, the white sword in Chen Qi's hand melted and turned into flames again. The fire entered his body, and the rosefinch mark in Chen Qi's eyebrow disappeared, and the fierce color in his eyes disappeared.

And the blood essence of rosefinch boiling in his body also slowly subsided, and everything in his body seemed to be calm.

As the blood essence of rosefinch quiets down, Chen Qi's eyes become soft, and he doesn't have the intention to kill. After a long time, he breathes deeply. I feel like I'm back from killing.

He has rosefinch essence and blood in his body, which is the blood of the ancient fierce beast has been integrated into his body. If Chen Qi is too involved in the battle, this situation will appear. It can increase the combat effectiveness to the greatest extent.

After leaving this state, everything returned to normal.

When Chen Qi saw the hundreds of thousands of tai'a disciples in front of him, he noticed that there was a look of fear in the eyes of these people, as if they were looking at death.

"Well, then I'll figure out what to do with you." Chen Qidao.

All of a sudden, these people became extremely nervous. Chen Qi thought for a while, took out his sword of the king, and gently touched it with his fingers.

He's thinking about what to do with these people. After all, it's hundreds of thousands of disciples. Kill them all?

When people saw the sharp sword of the king in Chen Qi's hand, they turned pale one by one. Many of their disciples knew that Chen Qi was powerful enough to kill many people with one sword. Not to mention the power of fire in Chen Qi's body.

No matter what people think, Chen Qi is stroking his sword. It's like killing people.

There was a moment of silence, and someone could not stand the shock.

A disciple saw the cold awn on the blade, his legs softened, and finally he could not help but kneel down abruptly. "Chen Qi, we are all disciples of tai'a sect, but we are all innocent. I've just been in the sect for a few days. Please let me go."

Someone took the lead, and immediately another young disciple struggled for a moment. He stood up with a big face. He knelt down in front of Chen Qi and grabbed his clothes.

With a runny nose and tears, he sobbed and pulled Chen Qi's clothes. "Big brother, I have an octogenarian mother at home, a wife and a child. Poor baby is not weaned now. If I die, baby will grow up and don't know what his father looks like. I don't want to die. Chen Qi, no, brother Chen, my brother yo, you can let me go."

"I'm suffering. I have a hard time. My daughter-in-law and son-in-law. If I leave, the Kang will be cold, and my daughter-in-law will be widowed. She is still so young. If she is widowed, how lonely she is. I feel sad when she thinks of me... "

Chen Qi was stunned. The man cried and choked like a mourner. That's sad.

Who knows at this time the distance comes to a more ruthless. He is also a young disciple. Before the disciple came over, his nose began to flow out,

"brother Chen, I have a 90 year old mother, my 20 year old grandmother, my grandfather, my wife, three concubines and six children. There are more than 100 people in my family waiting for me to support them. Brother Chen, please forgive me, or my miserable family will starve to death."

Is that ok?

Another thin disciple turned his eyes a few times and rushed over abruptly. He rushed to Chen Qi and cried for his father and mother. The voice was startling.

"Ah, I'm sorry for any of you. My eldest brother, my whole family and hundreds of people are watching me. If my biography of the 18th generation dies, my family will be the last one. I've been ill since I was a child, and it's hard for me to grow up. It's a little easier for me to live in tai'a Zong.

I set a small goal for myself, that is, to support my family and give birth to a child in my family. I'm going to the peak of my life, and my small goal is coming true soon. If I'm not reconciled, brother, please forgive me. I don't want to die, and my life is still very rich. I still have a big goal. "..."

At the beginning, most of the tai'a disciples followed suit, and the scene was spectacular. One by one, they kneel down to beg for mercy and cry for their parents. The whimper of grief shook the space.

Chen Qi Leng for a long time, then touched the sword of the king in his hand, and said unexpectedly: "when did I say I would kill you? What are you doing here? "