Chapter 777

In the great Xia Dynasty, Qianyang City, early in the morning, vendors in the city set up stalls and yelled.

There are a small number of residents, carrying baskets, wandering in groups.

Among them, there was a middle-aged man in a long black shirt with a scar on his head. He held a big knife in his hand and a pair of vicious eyes. He looked around with malice in his eyes.

The residents around him kept away from him one after another. Some martial artists even looked at him from a distance, talking and pointing.

He looked at those warriors with fierce eyes. All of a sudden, the warriors who were still talking about it immediately lowered their heads and did not dare to look at him or even point out.

The middle-aged man next to the peddler seems to feel a bit bored, whispering with the nearby short hair peddler.

"Ah, business is becoming more and more difficult. I heard that wuzun of the Qian Dynasty was lurking in our Dynasty and was killing wantonly. The residents were hiding in their homes and did not dare to come out."

The peddler with short hair beside him shook his head, sighed helplessly, and replied, "isn't it? If it wasn't for the fact that I couldn't make it, I would not have come out to do business. "

"What's the use of hiding at home? Wu Zun comes to attack. In addition to wuzun's resistance, ordinary warriors like us are dead wherever they hide."

"You're right. Hiding at home can only comfort myself. It's useless. Now I'm looking forward to the fight back from Wu Zun of the great Xia Dynasty."

The peddler with short hair may feel uneasy and ask in a low voice, "will wuzun of the Qian Dynasty attack our Qianyang city?"

"Yes." A roar of laughter suddenly came. The middle-aged man in a long black shirt suddenly put his momentum on his body and said in a loud voice, "I have decided that Qianyang city is my goal this time. You all wait to die. Ha ha... "

There was a sudden silence in the street, and everyone looked at the middle-aged man in front of him. His face was full of panic. He was oppressed by his momentum, and he was bending down. He was struggling in pain and wanted to escape.

More poor residents, directly fell to the ground, breathing more and more weak.

Wu Zun's imposing pressure is unbearable to ordinary people.

The two peddlers next to the middle-aged, who are closest to the middle-aged, feel the strongest sense of oppression.

They knelt straight down, their faces twisted, and their blood vessels seemed to burst.

Seeing all the people's embarrassment, middle-aged Wu Zun felt a kind of abnormal pleasure. He laughed wildly: "all of you go to die for me!"

With that, the power of heaven and earth gathered, and a more terrifying breath came from him.

"It's you who are going to die." A voice suddenly came from the horizon, and in a moment, a figure appeared in front of everyone.

All the people just felt the sense of oppression suddenly disappeared. They were surprised to see the figure that had just appeared, and ran to the outside in a hurry.

"Qin Ming?" The middle-aged man was shocked. He recognized the man in front of him. He couldn't help but turn pale. He didn't dare to set up a channel: "Qin Ming, how did you find here? How do you know that I will attack this city? I've chosen one at random, and I don't even know it myself? "

The middle-aged man was full of doubts and asked several questions.

"These are not important. The important thing is that you must die today and forgive the warrior you killed." Seeing that there are residents who have been crushed to death by middle-aged people on the ground, Qin Ming's face is ugly and his tone is cold.