Qingxu Daoist looked at Ma Liuye, who was as humble as an ant, and laughed proudly, he suddenly raised a kick and kicked towards Ma Liuye's body, kicking Ma Liuye on the heel, and said disdainfully: "The famous executioner in the provincial city will beg for someone in such a low voice, wagging his tail like a dog and begging for mercy, Poor Dao is above the Black Wind Village, I have seen too many people like you, and I have long been numb, Poor Dao advises you to lie there and wait for death, Poor Dao promised to give you a happy conclusion." ”

As he spoke, Daoist Qingxu looked at the strange old man who was black and thin, and said with a dark smile: "Brother Weng Chai , this person will be handed over to you......

The strange old man named Weng Chai walked towards Ma Liuye with a smile, and as the strange old man's pace got closer and closer, the smell of the rotting corpse became more and more intense, and at the same time, accompanied by a trace of death, Ma Liuye's body shook even more, and the fear of death instantly enveloped him.

The strange old man walked to Ma Liuye's five or six steps and suddenly stopped, at this time, Ma Liuye's whole body was in abnormal pain, and he didn't even have the strength to hide, he raised his head in fear and looked at the strange old man, cold sweat mixed with blood droplets on his face rolled down to the ground.

"Ma Liuye...... Let you meet me today, it is your blessing, after you die, I will leave you with your internal organs, you have killed countless people in your life, and the evil spirit is very heavy, if you make a head, it is a powerful magic weapon, you can rest in peace. The strange old man named Weng Chai finally spoke, this was the first time he talked to Ma Liuye, and it was also the last time Ma Liuye heard it, his voice was like a duck quacking, and it was a little jerky, anyway, there was a burst of chatter and strange laughter, the sound was extremely harsh, unbearable, and then, he pulled out a cold and shining knife from his back and approached Ma Liuye.

As soon as Ma Liuye saw the knife, his brain buzzed, knowing that his death was coming soon, and immediately, Ma Liuye's eyes suddenly flashed a cold light, his palms shook, and the two willow leaf knives were pinched in his hands again, and suddenly jumped up from the ground and slashed towards the neck of the black and thin old man.

When he dies, he can't cheapen these two demons, and he has to pull a cushion on his back when he dies, Ma Liuye has been accumulating for a long time, just for this last fight, to do the last dying struggle.

The black and thin old man stood motionless, as if he expected Ma Liuye to suddenly attack, a cruel smile swayed at the corner of his mouth, and without waiting for Ma Liuye's fast knife to get close, he threw the knife in his hand sideways, Ma Liuye's body just jumped up from the ground, and the strange old man's knife was inserted into his throat, and even Ma Liuye's entire body flew out upside down, nailing him to a big tree.

"Guy who can't do anything!" The old man named Weng Chai slowly walked towards Ma Liuye, Ma Liuye was not dead at the moment, just waiting for a pair of dead eyes to look at Weng Chai with a pair of dead eyes, and his mouth spurted out blood foam, and his body trembled.

Weng Chai quickly walked to Ma Liuye's side, a hand as dry as a branch grabbed the knife stuck in Ma Liuye's neck, and with such a slight swipe left and right, Ma Liuye's entire head rolled to the ground, and blood sprayed out of the cavity.