In a flash of blood, one of the left arms of the man in white fell shoulder to shoulder, and blood gushed out from the severed arm like a fountain of blood, spraying on the face of the man in white beside him, instantly blurring his eyes. A strong feeling of vomiting rose, but the man next to the man in white with the broken arm didn't dare to say a word, and forcibly swallowed the vomit that had surged into his throat again. The eyes that looked at Ling Jian's thin figure were suddenly filled with fear.

There was a dead silence all around.

Even the iron-blooded guards who were watching from the sidelines never thought that this **-year-old kid would be so ruthless in his methods! Without achieving his goal in a single sentence, he didn't hesitate to raise his knife and slash. And the attack is extremely vicious, and if you go out with a knife, you will be disabled!

Some of the guards around Ling Mansion were already pale, their throats were gurgling, and their Adam's apple was moving violently, as if they were swallowing something......

The Iron Blood Guards couldn't help but look at Ling Tian who was sitting firmly on the wheel, but they saw that his face was indifferent, and he looked at this side coldly, as if he was used to it, and he didn't care. A cloud is light and the wind is light. I can't help but feel admiration in my heart: these two little guys are not simple goods.

Ling Jian's complexion remained unchanged, and on the blade of the steel blade in his hand, drops of blood slowly slipped down and landed on the snow, making a slight "poof" sound.

Looking coldly at the white-clothed man who had fainted in pain, Ling Jian's tone was still very calm, and said, "I don't have much time, I don't want to use torture, it's too troublesome; now, can you tell me?"

When the iron-blooded guard next to him heard this, he suddenly had a feeling that he was going to grab the ground with his head, how do you want to use torture? He cut off an arm with a single knife, but he still didn't want to use torture? This is too classic, right?

Ling Jian lowered his head and carried the knife. Quietly waiting, waiting for the man in white in front of him to speak. I had counted to ten in my heart, but I still didn't hear a single word of speech.

Ling Jian snorted coldly in his heart, raised the long knife, and slashed down again without looking at it.

"No....... spare my life....... I say!ahhhhhhhh The fingers on it seemed to move.

A few drops of splattered blood splashed onto Ling Jian's face, and then slowly slid down, drawing a bewitching mark on his pale little face. Ling Jian stood upright, and didn't even give it a try.

Ling Jian looked at the white-clothed man who was begging for mercy under his sword a moment ago, and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, you said it was too late." I confiscated the knife. ”

The blood on his face was still there, and he spoke in a calm voice, as if he was gossiping, and his tone was relaxed as if he was a guest at a neighbor's house, but he accidentally broke the teacup, sorry, I actually broke the teacup. It's so usual.

The Iron Blood Guards looked at this young and thin child, and a coldness rose from the bottom of their hearts, and they couldn't help but shiver in unison. Thinking of what he was doing when he was seven or eight years old, and then looking at the little guy in front of him now wielding a knife and slashing people as a daily routine, without blinking. I couldn't help but say in my heart: This is really a little child? No! This is definitely a little devil!

The arm of the man in white was cut off, his face was distorted, and he did not faint, and his body rolled violently on the snow while holding the severed arm with one hand. There was a ho-ho sound from his mouth, and under the severe pain, he couldn't even speak. From time to time he let out a short, low, cry of pain that seemed to come from the bottom of his heart, and the pain was so severe that he seemed to have no strength to moan.

Ling Jian just glanced at him lightly, then turned his face calmly, continued to look at the third person, and asked simply, "What about you?" It seems to be asking the playmate next door: What is your family eating tonight? Can you tell me?

The man in white had wide eyes, looking at the god-like child in front of him, his mouth wide open. Seeing that he was asking himself, he was in a hurry and afraid, a short sound sounded in his throat, his eyes turned white, and he fainted with fright!

Ling Jian was furious, and shouted: "Fuck you, you actually pretend to be dead!" seemed to be furious, and the steel knife brush in his hand fell, and the blood splashed when he landed, lifting, splitting, and lifting again...... Blood kept splattering out, and Ling Jian's body had already turned into a bloody person!

"I say!

"No, I said, I'm willing to say...... Please let me say ......"

The white-clothed figures shrank back desperately, and there was already a look of extreme fear on their faces. Rushing to shout out, lest the next target of the demon in front of him be aimed at him, and the voice was so loud that it could be deafening.

Ling Jian snorted, and pointed at a slightly fat man in white with a knife in his hand, "You, say!"

On the tip of the knife, the viscous blood was still gathering little by little, slowly becoming round and dripping......

The man in white was almost frightened and incontinent, and knelt on the ground softly: "Master...... Grandpa, what do you want to ask...... The villain must know everything, if... There is falsehood, so that the villain's whole family will not die well!" In extreme fear, he swore an oath.

Ling Jian's face softened slightly, and he said, "Tell me everything you know!"

"Yes! The villain's name is Zhang Dehu, a disciple of the Dark Night Hall of the Tempest Gang, and this time he was ordered by the gang leader to say that he was entrusted by someone to take over a big business; ...... Well, there's ...... There is also ......"The more anxious I am, the more I can't remember what to say, and I can't help but sweat profusely."

"Who commanded you to come, and who is the one who entrusted you?"

"Ah, this villain really doesn't know!" Zhang Dehu, the man in white, saw Ling Jian's face turn cold again, and couldn't help begging for mercy repeatedly, kowtowing like pounding garlic.

"What is the name of your gang leader?How many people are there in the gang [***]Where is the chief helm? Where are the branches?How many people are there in the Dark Night Hall?........." Ling Jian didn't care so much, as long as it was a question that he thought of, he asked it like a cannon.

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