Seventeen knew that he had made an unforgivable low-level mistake!

Chen Hao reminded: "What's the matter, go on!"

"But Lord Sword Spirit, I cut it crookedly. ”

"Waste, keep chopping for me!" Chen Hao roared angrily, a trace of killing intent revealed in the Red Blood Demon Sword, "Don't stop until you hack the other party to death, do you plan to be bombarded like a coward?"

"Seventeen, if you can't kill him, I'll kill you!"

Lord Sword Spirit, who had always been kind to him, was actually angry!

Thinking of the commander, thinking of Chen Kou, and thinking of that beautiful woman, he didn't want to give up and be knocked off the stage.

The terrifying killing intent made Seventeen fall into fear in an instant.

Even if his hands were weak, Seventeen slashed frantically, without the slightest accuracy.

The second sword, Seventeen, slashed at the opponent's arm, slicing off one of the arms.

The third sword, seventeen slashed on the opponent's shoulder, and the scar was deep and visible!

Fourth, Fifth, and Sixth Swords...... The tenth sword, the hands of Seventeen finally found the lost power!

Tu Yidao came to the side of the torture platform and said to Chen Kou with some pride: "Master Chen, let me come to the stage!"

Chen Kou looked at the woman upstairs in the distance and shook his head thoughtfully.

Tu Yidao was still unwilling: "That kid is too tender, let him behead, but he has cut more than a dozen swords and found where his neck is, he is simply a fool!"

Chen Kou glanced at Tu Yidao and said slowly: "You don't understand, just let Seventeen continue!"

"But what if the lord of the castle blames?"

"Just say it's my decision, and the boss won't blame you, don't worry!"

"Okay!" Tu Yidao turned around and left with a cold face.

He didn't expect that Chen Kou would actually protect that young man!

On the execution platform, Seventeen's efforts were not in vain.

At least, the people who had just shouted for him to get off the stage had quieted down.

Seventeen's way of beheading...... It's unexpected, but it's in line with most of them!

Carefree!

Seventeen's head is still not good, and the man under the sword is still alive.

The middle-aged prisoner raised his head and shouted loudly while bearing the heavy sword of Seventeen, "I admit it, you surprised me...... But you underestimate me too much, do you think that if you torture me like this, I will kneel down and beg for mercy like those soft bones? Let me tell you, I, Yang Baoquan, went out at the age of thirteen and traveled south and north for more than 20 years, and I am a well-known hard bone, and this little injury is nothing at all...... Hahaha......"

Chen Hao didn't expect that the first prisoner Seventeen met turned out to be a hard bone!

This kind of person, even Fu Yuanming has never met a few.

Yang Baoquan's laughter spread far away, and many people under the torture platform had extremely ugly faces.

They weren't here to see how these traffickers showed their heroism!

They want to see the struggle, unwillingness, fear, weeping, and begging for mercy before the prisoners die......

They hate these traffickers so much!

But it can't be done!

That Yang Baoquan was able to bear all the torture so calmly...... Let the hatred in their hearts be impossible to vent at all, and they will panic!

I can't help it!

No matter which executioner executes, there will be no better way than the stage seventeen, after all, the sentence is only beheading...... It's not Ling Chi!

That's right, under Yang Baoquan's "testimony", people almost believed that Seventeen was torturing prisoners!

Even the first knife that was cut into the air was automatically made up by people as a deliberate plan to break the momentum of the prisoner and deliberately cut the hollow!

After all, when they were ready to die immediately, they suddenly found that the executioner had cut it empty, and ordinary prisoners would feel devastated.

Chen Hao looked at the heroic Yang Baoquan, and the crazy sword-wielding Seventeen was more like a madman, a pitiful supporting role that set off the aura of the "hero".

The sword master of his Red Blood Demon Sword can't do this!

"It's not okay to go on like this!"

"What then, Lord Sword Spirit?"

After a series of sword swings, Seventeen had come to his senses, and the tension had almost disappeared, but the pressure was getting bigger and bigger!

He knew the hatred and expectations of the people under the torture platform.

Yang Baoquan's ridicule aroused the ferocity in the young man's heart!

"The only way is to use the Evil Aura!"

The prisoner in front of him, Yang Baoquan's strength and spirit are really good, but people always have limits, and when they lose too much blood, their spirit will begin

"Then use!"

"It will affect you too!"

Looking at Yang Baoquan's mocking smile, Seventeen gritted his teeth and said, "I'm not afraid!"

Evil aura: The more creatures you kill, the stronger the stronger the condensed evil aura, forming a unique evil aura, which can not only affect the enemy's mind, make them fearful, fearful and other psychology, but also have an impact on the sword master.

Even though there are tens of thousands of undead souls under the Red Blood Demon Sword, the evil aura has grown to a certain extent, but it is still difficult to break through Yang Baoquan's mental defense line in a short period of time.

But the evil aura is not an explosive skill, and those who are in the range of it, even if they do not collapse at the first time, the mental defense line will be slowly eroded and penetrated!

It doesn't matter if it's an enemy or a sword master!

It just so happened that the other party couldn't move and couldn't escape, and at the same time, he began to weaken mentally because of his excessive injuries and excessive blood loss.

A cold aura seeped out from the red blood sword, and Seventeen shuddered, his spirit was in a trance, and the killing intent in his heart was boiling.

The evil aura is opened, controlled by Chen Hao, and it can envelop the prisoner.

As time passed, Yang Baoquan, who was weak, felt that his spirit was getting more and more confused, his body was getting colder and colder, and his heart was hairy, but the pain on his body instantly seemed to be ten times bigger in an instant.

But the young executioner was still tirelessly inflicting pain on him, and could not give him a stab!

His laughter stopped, he couldn't laugh anymore!

He didn't want to endure this unnecessary torture anymore.

What about making the other party happy, he can feel better.

He wanted to die right away, and he would be happy when he died!

As soon as he had this idea, Yang Baoquan collapsed!

"Kill me with a sword!"

"I beg you, I beg you, kill me with a sword!"

“......”

People close to the torture platform were the first to hear Yang Baoquan's plea for mercy.

"That's right, he begged for mercy!"

"I heard it too, not auditory hallucinations!"

"That's amazing!"

"I didn't expect it!

“......”

On the torture platform, Yang Baoquan cried out in a hoarse voice: "Please, give me a good one!"

It's a pity that Seventeen can't hear it at all!

He had long since fallen into a mental frenzy.

Yang Baoquan, who was seriously injured and dying, couldn't resist the erosion of the evil aura, and he couldn't resist either.

In his mind now, there is only one thought desperately holding on to - kill everyone in prison uniform!

I don't know who took the lead and threw a handful of silver coins on the stage, and then all kinds of coins were thrown onto the execution table by crazy people.

When Yang Baoquan's will was disintegrated, the will of the other prisoners almost collapsed!

They just admired Yang Baoquan's perseverance, and substituted themselves into it, wanting a vigorous way to die a boy and let everyone present remember them.

It's a pity that Yang Baoquan couldn't hold out to the end.