Yang Shu took a few steps back, stopped the mighty and resolute internal force in front of him, recovered his senses and looked forward It was the blood knife ancestor who tilted his neck and carried the knife and looked at him with a smile "What do you call your young master? Who gave you the guts to attack my Shen family? Believe it or not, I chopped you and your young master today." After Uncle Yang suffered a loss, he didn't feel how strong this old monk is. He must have been attacked by him just now, and he caught him accidentally. Otherwise, with his strength, he would never have met his opponent in this small city. . The ancestor of Xuedao laughed evilly, with a mouthful of white teeth matching the evil smile on his face, the whole body of those who watched felt chills He is the head of the Blood Knife Sect, and he has fought no less than a thousand times in his life. This so-called master Yang Shu knows what level of things he is when he makes a move. Compared with him, it's a stark difference. He can kill fifty or sixty of such people a day without blinking an eye. Of course, the eyes are not dry, nor astringent! To deal with this kind of guy, he is easy to catch, and he doesn't take this guy's threat to heart. "Tsk tsk, do you know who my young master is?"
Uncle Yang shook his head, that's right, the old monk hasn't said whose servant he is "Then do you know who I am, Patriarch?" Uncle Yang shook his head again "When you go to the underworld, remember to ask the judge, he will tell you." After finishing speaking, the cold and evil smile of the ancestor of the blood knife covered the entire frightening face, while Lao Jie, who was hiding aside, touched his sword "The young master asked us to monitor, not to save people!" Lao Jie sighed, originally the two of them were monitoring Cheng Runan's movements, but just now when this person made a move, the Blood Knife Patriarch couldn't hold back and ran out. Fortunately, the Blood Knife Patriarch who ran out was quite clever and did not reveal the name of the young master, otherwise the young master would definitely scold them when he went back. "You, you have the ability to say your name, you don't talk about martial arts like this" Uncle Yang never dreamed that the other party would suddenly kill him, he didn't say who he was, and he didn't say who he was, he was going to die, and his descendants had nowhere to seek revenge Yanzhi on one side jumped away from the blood knife ancestor as soon as she got out of trouble, because she felt that this old monk was much more terrifying than the one just now. Moreover, it is difficult to distinguish whether it is an enemy or a friend, and the young lady is still in the back house. She has to inform the young lady immediately about this matter. Seeing Yan Zhi leaving, the third son of the Shen family, Shen Haoran frowned "Uncle Yang, hurry up and get rid of this old thing, it spoiled my interest, that little beauty ran away" Uncle Yang's eyes froze, he already understood that the third young master was angry, and he had to kill the old monk in front of him. He stepped forward, like thunder and lightning flashing, bricks and tiles splashed behind him It's just that the moment has already rushed to the face of the ancestor of the blood knife And the mouth of the ancestor of the blood knife curled up a cruel arc, and his figure disappeared in front of everyone in a flash. next second
Only a few "clicks" were heard, and Uncle Yang's left shoulder was cut off by the ancestor of the blood knife. The whole arm was broken at the root, and the wound was as smooth as the surface of a lake Uncle Yang's face was pale, and he fell to his knees, spitting out a mouthful of blood "You, you dare to hurt me, you dare to hurt me!" He has been in the Shen family for so many years, except for the other masters in Linnan, he has never suffered such a big loss, and he has never dared to believe that someone in Bincheng dared to touch him. "Haha~ Why don't you dare to kill me, your ancestor?" Uncle Yang stumbled to his feet, stopped the bleeding quickly, his left hand was gone, he was no longer able to fight "Kill me if you have the ability, or my Shen family will destroy Bincheng and find out your hiding place." The desire to survive flashed in Uncle Yang's eyes. Just now, the old monk cut off his arm with a single knife. His strength is not as good as his, but the Shen family is a family with a master, so it will naturally be a little more rampant It is believed that this old monk has also heard of the Shen family's name, he deliberately called out the Shen family, just to deter the other party, so as not to make any outrageous actions. "Hey, if you say you won't be allowed to kill you, then I won't kill you, Patriarch" Uncle Yang smiled triumphantly, seeing that the Shen family's prestige is still useful, the old monk admitted "Have you heard, man?" Uncle Yang's eyes widened, feeling very unbelievable, and blurted out "Human pig?" The ancestor of the blood knife twisted his neck and walked forward slowly "Yes, it's a human stick, cutting off limbs, gouging out eyes and plugging ears, cutting out tongue and screaming, shaving hair and putting it away, neither life nor death" Without saying a word, he took a step forward. The cold scimitar and the withered old face made his heart tremble like a nightmare. "No, you can't, you don't dare, my Shen family has a master in charge, are you really going to offend my Shen family?" Uncle Yang screamed at the top of his voice, he felt that this old monk was definitely not just talking "Grandmaster? Is it very strong?" It's like asking, but the tone is more disdainful, it's just a guru, who is not! puff~ Just after he asked the question, the scimitar swung out, blood sprayed out, and Uncle Yang's legs were broken at the root "I still have one arm, I'm struggling, little guy over there, do you want to help me?" The Blood Knife Patriarch turned his face, causing Shen Haoran to shudder suddenly "Are you talking to me? Hmph~ Don't think that killing a dog of my Shen family will do anything, you dare to touch me?" Shen Haoran didn't take Yang Shu's defeat seriously at all, the Shen family's prestige didn't need anyone's protection and it existed "Hey~ I'm old, but I still like to cut some white, tender and smooth things"
The Blood Knife Patriarch held the knife, the tip of the knife rushed to the ground, and slowly walked towards Shen Haoran "Hmph~ It's okay to scare other people, but your skill is at most a handyman in my Shen family, so try to move me." Shen Haoran snorted coldly, and looked at the old monk with disdain, does this old monk understand what the word "Shen family" means to Bincheng? Whoosh~ The Blood Knife Patriarch lightly swung the knife, and Shen Haoran's left ear fell to the ground Hurry up, it's so fast that Shen Haoran doesn't even feel it, he just feels the warmth in his ears, and the bewildered feeling that his ears are falling He looked at the withered face of the blood knife ancestor dumbly, and looked at the ears on the ground in disbelief. Whose ear is that? my own? Impossible, he is the third young master of the Shen family, no one would dare to hurt him even in Linnan It was only now that I felt the piercing pain in my ear, and the ear that fell to the ground was really his! "Master, run!" Uncle Yang yelled, all three of his limbs were chopped off, and he was dying, but he must not let the third young master of the Shen family have trouble! "Boy, Patriarch, I'll give you a chance. If you run away, I'll make you a pig like him. If you don't run away, maybe you still have a way to survive!" Shen Haoran froze on the spot, he had never been injured before, and now he didn't dare to move around, there was already a pool of water stains on his trousers, slowly flowing down from the base of his legs "Good, good grandson, my ancestor likes smart people. Now take a knife and cut off his other arm. Grandpa, I will let you live. How about it?" Shen Haoran looked at the Blood Knife Patriarch's calm tone at this moment, which was extremely seductive. "Just cut off his arm, won't you kill me?" The Blood Knife Patriarch handed him the scimitar in his hand, and taught him to hold it intimately "Yes, just take the knife like this, go, cut off his arm, I promise not to kill you" Shen Haoran's eyes turned from dull, shocked, and flustered to a determination to survive "Uncle Yang, you are already a useless person. If I cut off your arm, you can live. Don't blame me." Uncle Yang fell to the ground, couldn't help crying, this villain killed him, why tortured him Or let the young master who brought him up with his own hands do it "Master, leave me alone and do as he says" After hearing this, the Blood Knife Patriarch sat down on the ground in a very disfigured manner, and watched Shen Haoran take the knife to cut Uncle Yang's arm When Shen Haoran walked into Uncle Yang, he saw blood stains all around him. Look at the round-faced servant who was full of vigor just now, now he is bloody and bloody With a heartbroken heart, he lowered the knife tremblingly, and inserted it into Uncle Yang's remaining arm. "Hiss~ Young master, hurry up, give me a good time"
Uncle Yang knew that the faster the young master's knife, the less torture he would suffer, and the most painful thing was a blunt knife pulling flesh. , The third young master of the Shen family was also a pampered rich young master, and he had never even killed a chicken, let alone cut human flesh. The more Uncle Yang urged, the more flustered the young master became, the knife in his hand got stuck in the opponent's bone, and he couldn't get it out after chopping. "Master, kill me, kill me!" Shen Haoran almost collapsed, this person has such a vicious heart, even killing people likes to be tortured like this When a person collapses cowardly, that is madness, Shen Haoran collapsed, he lost his sanity With all his strength, he drew out his knife and slashed at Uncle Yang's arm. If he failed once, he swung his knife to chop again. Even Uncle Yang didn't remember how many times he chopped When his arm was cut off, Uncle Yang looked at the young master with relief, thinking that he would die soon "Yeah, old ancestor, I enjoyed watching it very much, you don't have to die." Shen Haoran's whole body lightened, the madness was gone just now, leaving only powerless "It's just that the wound was not cut very smoothly. I don't like it very much, the ancestor. In this way, I will show you a demonstration, and you can cut it again." After speaking, lightly tiptoe and hold the scimitar that Shen Haoran dropped in his hand again puff~ With a crisp sound, Shen Haoran's head landed steadily on the scimitar, and the eyes on the head were still shining with incredible light "You said you would kill him, you said so!" Uncle Yang, who fell on the ground, wept and yelled, just now the evil monk himself promised not to kill the young master "My words don't count, you bite me!"