My friends are gods

Chapter 118
Being kind to the enemy is cruel to yourself.

The reason is very simple, many people understand.

But if you want to implement it from beginning to end, it is not just talk.

This is murder after all.

After all, it is completely different from the original state of mind.

Even though Song Qiming kept reminding himself in the depths of his heart, it was inevitable that there would be some indecision.

At this moment, he wants to abandon all those indecision.

He lowered his head and looked at the person who fell at his feet.

Most are not dead yet.

Gradually, Song Qiming's eyes were filled with coldness, without any emotion.

A strong killing intent slowly emanated from his body, icy cold, as if from hell.

Those people obviously felt that it was unusual. They raised their heads and met Song Qiming's eyes. They couldn't help but trembled slightly. They tried their best to move backwards, but they just squirmed slowly.

"Is he going to kill all these people?" Inside the iron cage, Wei Ling swallowed deeply.

"It seems that it should be." Qi Xianyue's beautiful eyes flashed slightly: "They, death is not a pity!"

The other people in the iron cage were also staring at Song Qiming's position with excitement in their eyes.

They, wish that all these people would die!

"Kill them!"

Suddenly, a voice sounded.

"Kill them!!"

"killed!!!"

Then, there was one sound after another.

All the people imprisoned in the iron cage raised their voices loudly, and resentment was written on everyone's face.

Come to think of it, they also suffered a lot of crimes here.

Wei Ling glanced at everyone in surprise, then smiled wryly and shook his head.

He had seen firsthand the people here being tortured.

For the people imprisoned here, killing those guys may not be enough to vent their hatred.

Song Qiming raised his head slowly, his eyes swept over everyone, looking at all kinds of faces, all of them were full of hatred without exception.

He lowered his head and looked at the people writhing on the ground expressionlessly.

There is a saying that public opinion is hard to violate.

Now, what Song Qiming implements is public opinion.

"Die."

A soft voice came out slowly from Song Qiming's mouth.

He stretched out a finger, pointed down, and tapped lightly.

"laugh!"

A breath burst out from his fingertips, stabbing down like a water arrow instantly.

"puff!"

The breath penetrated the man's head.

Between the man's eyebrows, there was a finger-sized hole, and blood was flowing out.

The man's eyes instantly became blank.

The moving body also stiffened immediately, his eyes were still wide open, and he couldn't die with regret.

Song Qiming withdrew his fingers indifferently, slowly raised his foot, and walked to the other person's place.

The man's face was full of panic, and he wanted to beg for mercy.

"laugh!"

A breath burst out, pierced directly into the man's mouth, and penetrated out from the back of the man's head.

dead.

"laugh!"

Song Qiming moved his footsteps again, his fingers moved again, and his breath reappeared.

There was a person with wide-eyed eyes, completely lifeless.

After killing several people, Song Qiming killed people now, and his heart didn't fluctuate much.

He killed very casually.

Just by stretching out your fingers, you have a life that disappears into this world.

Inside the iron cage.

Wei Ling and Qi Xianyue looked horrified, their eyes were full of shock, and they looked at each other.

"Innate master!"

The two of them, coincidentally, said four words in unison.

Injuring people in the air is a method only available to innate masters.

The most important thing for a congenital master is the solid innate qi.

As soon as Song Qiming pointed it out, a breath shot out, killing people directly.

Such methods are no different from the symbols of innate masters.

"Song Qiming is younger than me, and he is already a natural master." Wei Ling swallowed deeply, feeling dry mouth, and murmured: "It seems that I didn't complain about my loss last time."

He thought that in the last sparring session, if Song Qiming used his innate qi, he would not simply lose his arm, but might die directly.

However, what he didn't know was that Song Qiming wasn't that powerful at the time.

"How many secrets does this guy have?" Qi Xianyue muttered to herself, her expression slightly dazed.

Song Qiming withdrew his finger.

On the ground, no one was alive anymore, and all of them turned into cold corpses.

At this moment, Song Qiming's icy expression eased a little.

He looked up at the iron cages around him, and immediately walked towards Wei Ling and Qi Xianyue's position.

Everyone else stretched out their palms from the iron cage, begging Song Qiming to rescue them.

However, Song Qiming is not a saint. In this case, of course, he should save those he knows first.

Although he is not familiar with Qi Xianyue and only met once, he and Wei Ling are still classmates after all.

When he came to the iron cage, Song Qiming looked inside.

Wei Ling also looked at Song Qiming.

In the past, Song Qiming didn't understand, couldn't see anything, but now, looking at Wei Ling's face, he was definitely from a wealthy family, not much worse than Qi Xianyue's face.

This surprised Song Qiming a little.

However, there was a gloomy look on Wei Ling's face. It should be that someone was about to die in the family.

Moreover, it will not exceed half a month!

Song Qiming sighed inwardly, looked at Qi Xianyue, then at Wei Ling, and had some speculations in his heart.

When I met the old man in the library, I could see that the old man had a close friend who was about to pass away.

And now, the woman next to the old man happened to be with Wei Ling, and Wei Ling had this face.

Perhaps, the old man's close friend is Wei Ling's close relative.

"Song Qiming, why are you here?"

Song Qiming hadn't opened his mouth yet, but Wei Ling smiled and opened his mouth.

Song Qiming didn't say a word, he stretched out his hand and grabbed the iron cage.

The iron cage is made of pure iron rods that are two fingers thick and extremely strong.

Song Qiming pondered for a while, then circulated his breath, exerted a little force with his arms, and pushed the iron rod to both sides.

The iron rod made of pig iron was slowly bent under Song Qiming's force.

"Squeak..."

Because it is made of pig iron, it is not so easy to bend. After bending to a certain extent, it makes a harsh sound. It cannot be bent any further, but it has reached the limit.

However, this is only the limit of the iron rod, not Song Qiming's limit!

After the iron rod reached its limit, it couldn't bear such a huge force, and cracks gradually appeared.

A trace of cracks became more and more obvious.

"hiss!"

Seeing this scene, Wei Ling and Qi Xianyue gasped at the same time.

This is pig iron!
But he was torn apart abruptly by Song Qiming!
How much strength is this? !

"Crack!"

And at a certain moment, the iron rod finally couldn't bear it, and under the action of force, it was broken directly.

(End of this chapter)