readx;? You must know that Han Ji is the first day to sit on the door master today, and the Heaven Killing Gate has just been established, and they all say that the new official has taken office with three fires, although Han Ji is not very interested in the three fires, but he can't tolerate a prisoner slapping his face like this. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Although it was not a direct greeting like the continuous slaps that the warrior had when he hit him, the words of the scolding were much harsher than the crisp sound of the slap.

"Yes, yes," he turned and walked up to the man with a sinister smile, "It's worthy of coming down from the battlefield, it's bloody, and I won't tell you that I like this." ”

Being scolded like that, Han Ji not only didn't directly reward the other party with a few slaps and fists, but just sneered and praised the other party's blood and strength. This scene suddenly made the subordinates below think that Han Ji was a little weak.

Although the stone pillar itself is a cruel punishment, since the tortured person is still stubborn, he should be punished more severely, otherwise how can he obey the public.

Of course, these common senses do not want them to teach cold killing.

Just when everyone was anxious, they saw Han Ji turn his gaze to the soldier who slapped him before, his face sank, and he coldly ordered: "Give you half an hour to use a knife to cut off his flesh piece by piece from the bottom up, but remember that you can't let him die until you cut enough three hundred knives." After 300 knives, at least there should be no meat on the heel arm. ”

A gust of wind blew, bringing the sound of cold killing into the ears of all subordinates, and suddenly the sound was like the cold wind of the cold winter moon, which made people feel extremely painful when they listened to it.

Three hundred knives in half an hour is definitely not a problem for a warrior with a fused sword. But the point is that the person who is tortured within 300 knives must live, and the flesh on the legs and arms must be cut off, so the soldier must weigh it carefully for a while before using the knife.

At this moment, everyone held their breath, and everyone's eyes were incredibly wide as they watched the execution that was about to begin on the stone pillar.

The oppressive atmosphere added a lot of pressure to the warrior who was executing.

Han Ji has changed, after all, he is no longer the weak-hearted person, and at this moment, no one thinks that this heart-born leader is a weak existence.

"Come on, do it! Look at Lao Tzu, but he blinked—" Only the person who was about to be tortured on the stone pillar was still roaring.

But with his final roar, the Blade Melting Warrior in charge of the execution finally took out his most exquisite knife.

The sun was about to set and shone obliquely with a warm light, and the yellow sunlight reflected on the sharp blade, and the reflected light was so dazzling.

"Hmph—"

With a muffled grunt, the exquisite knife slashed into the torturer's arm under the master's control.

Everyone's breath was held, and everyone's eyes were on the thigh where the knife had slashed, and a piece of flesh the size of a holly leaf was split in an instant.

The knife was too sharp, and the pieces of meat didn't start to bleed until they fell to the ground. And the calf of the tortured person also showed a sultry scarlet at this time.

The beads of blood, like tears in the eyes of a child who escaped after being tortured by all kinds of grievances and tortures, and finally cried in front of his father, kept flowing.

Not far away, Ren Yao's brows tightened, and he almost exclaimed, but he still held back at the critical moment. She gasped, her heart racing, and she turned away from staring.

When the breeze blows, I see that the original wound is almost finished, and the blood is about to end, and the pain is about to disappear. The executing warrior slashed down again.

Unconsciously, it was another muffled snort from the torturer, and his expression became hideous because he clenched his teeth excessively. But the frowning brow that didn't have me still supported his inner refusal to admit defeat.

This second knife was different from the first, the blade slashed over the original wound, and blood spilled again, this time, the flesh the size of a holly leaf did not separate from the body.

The slices of meat and the view of retreating from the stomach are like a picture of broken threads, tightly connected, pulling the first wound that was already not painful and began to hurt again.

Part of the scarlet blood slid down to the ground like tears, and red flowers hung on the ground.

The other part dripped down the half-hanging piece of meat, and when viewed up close, the piece of meat was as poignant as the petals of a bewitching red flower.

Immediately after the third knife fell, and on the right side of the second knife, a piece of flesh that was still so large was cut off, and it was also hanging like a petal, and it was the same scarlet on it.

In the crowd, the minister, who didn't really want to follow Han Ji, frowned, and turned his eyes to Han Ji.

Not far away, Han Ji, who had been paying attention to the execution, nodded silently, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. But the smile seemed to the minister more intimidating than the scarlet on the tortured man's legs.

He couldn't help but shudder, retracted his gaze, Tianqing's words in his mind flowed from time to time, he seemed to be thinking, if he really left, would the consequences be the same?!

On the Xingtai, the victim's legs had begun to tremble uncontrollably because of the pain. At this time, five pieces of meat had been cut out of the stomach of his left calf, and they were hanging like that. Under the sun, the blood began to solidify and slag on it, and the picture, like a red flower that had just bloomed, revealed the charm of ghosts.

At this time, the executing warrior is scribbling against the right calf according to the shape and process of the carved flower on the left calf.

In a short time, two scarlet and bewitching pieces of flesh flowers appeared in front of everyone's eyes, the color and brilliance, if they had not known in advance that this was the execution of a punishment, most of the people present might have felt that this was an artistic carving.

The two flowers complement each other, revealing a bewitching and sultry poignant.

However, just when everyone felt that this picture was unbearable, the executioner shook his head in frustration, and suddenly he fell with a knife, directly removing two or two beautiful and bewitching flowers, and on the calf and stomach with the original flowers, the flowers were gone, turning into two smooth and flat flesh thorns, and the blood flowed out uncontrollably like a waterfall on the edge of the cliff.

"Ahh

It was only at this point that the tortured person finally screamed out, and he no longer had the pride and ambition of not blinking at all. A terrible roar as if tortured in all kinds of ways, with a sultry rhythm resounded through the top of the Tianshan Mountain, echoing in the hearts of everyone in the audience.

The hard-mouthed elite soldier finally opened his heart, and the last line of defense in his heart also completely collapsed under the torture of more than a dozen knives, and his temperament of not admitting defeat and tenacious perseverance completely collapsed at this moment.

At the same time, the hearts of the onlookers were also deeply shocked, and the hearts of all of them seemed to be instilled with an irresistible surrender idea, and those objections to the existence of Han Ji also disappeared at this moment.

The pain on the face of the torturer, the grim smile on the face of the executioner, the faint smile on the face of the planner, all of this seemed to require nothing else to express anything, this kind of punishment was what Han Kill wanted.

The executioner began to diligently draw the blade, and with the idea of the knife melting spirit to the knife itself, the legs of the person being tortured in front of him soon became two dry bones of Bai Sensen.

However, under the willing arrangement of the executioner, most of the tendons on the legs and the flesh near the kneecaps are still intact, and this practice is to make the tortured person better understand the pain of punishment.

Seeing that he was satisfied, the smile on the executioner's face became even more gloomy, and with a movement of his mind, the three knives he had refined were taken out by him together.

In his cruel smile, under the gaze of thousands of people, the three knives were flipped up and down by his dance, and only a little light could be seen shuttling between the arms of the tortured, and the shadow of the blade could not be seen, nor could the painful wails of the tortured person be heard.

The only thing that could be seen was the blood slowly seeping out.

This knife technique is wonderful!

After a dazzling dance of knives, with a loud cry from the person dancing the knife, the three sharp knives suddenly rushed into the sky in unison. For a time, even the flesh and blood of the tortured people flew up one after another.

The blood in the air is like rain, and the flesh that is not big and relatively regular is like a leaf, constantly flying, like a huge flower in full bloom suddenly withering, between the petals, revealing the beauty of ecstasy****** on the execution table, it seems that it is not an execution, but a thrilling interpretation.

"Okay, good, it's worthy of being a warrior of sword melting, and the knife technique is really exquisite. At this time, Han Ji came from not far away, and before he took a few steps, he was already clapping his hands, smiling, and applauding.

On Xingtai, Han Ji stretched out his fingers and put them on the nostrils of the tortured, although the man's snort was disordered, it was still quite powerful, and by feeling, he should not die easily.

With the palm of his hand, two fingers reached his jaw, and Han Ji lifted his lowered head slightly.

After some torture, although he did not die, the pain was only known to him, who had experienced it, and life was worse than death.

Until this moment, the victim's lips were still clenched, his brows were tightly pressed together, and his closed eyes were only cracked with difficulty at this moment.

"Isn't it too boring?!" Han Ji shook his head and muttered to himself, "Didn't you say you wouldn't blink, or you would keep it closed, and I would have liked you hadn't blinked?"

Opened his eyes vigorously, and the tortured elite soldier seemed to use all his strength before he spit out a sentence intermittently from the barely open mouth: "Lord Han, I-know, wrong, wrong, please-please let me live, live!"

"Hey, don't do that. Hearing this, Han Ji was expressionless, looked at him indifferently, and stroked his cheeks with both hands, "Didn't we say that you don't blink, you just said that you can't die." Don't look like this, shouldn't a man be tough? You're right, let's do it, if you scold me again like before, maybe I'll let you go for your courage. ”