"Don't say it, don't say it, if you say it, then I may be a little less happy next~" After speaking, Leng Xiaohan ignored Lang Zheng and turned around and walked towards Brother Jindan.

Walking in front of the nearest Jindan stage monk, the Evil Wind Knife in Leng Xiaohan's hand had already turned around again.

A very elegant young man dressed in white appeared behind Leng Xiaohan, and the young man's eyes lit up after seeing the Jindan period monk in front of Leng Xiaohan.

The Bliss Sword Technique is Leng Xiaohan's second low-grade but extremely intelligent technique in addition to the Heavenly Demon Entanglement Sword Technique. After Leng Xiaohan nodded, the young man in white pulled out the soft knife on his waist.

The soft knife and the evil wind knife in Leng Xiaohan's hand swung at the same time, and blood and pieces of flesh also flew up. It's like dancing with two knives, and it's full of strange beauty.

If the Bone Crusher Knife Method is cruel, then the Bliss Knife Method is beyond the scope of cruelty. The Bliss Knife Technique is the most evil and perverted technique among all the techniques that Leng Xiaohan has learned.

Compared to the name Bliss Knife Technique, Leng Xiaohan actually wanted to call it the Ling Chi Knife Technique. It's just that the Bliss Knife Method is different from the ordinary Ling Chi, and generally Ling Chi will die after the last knife is over.

And the Bliss Knife Technique... Not so. The Bliss Sword has a special power that will sustain the opponent's life. At the same time, it will not cut off all the flesh on the other party's body, but cut half and leave half.

The half left behind is the more perverted point of the Bliss Knife Technique. The flesh that remains on the body will be cut by the Bliss Knife Technique, and then... Blood is lost and pain spreads.

After half an hour, the other party will die of excessive bleeding, or be painfully killed before this, these Leng Xiaohan can barely accept it.

What makes Leng Xiaohan the most unacceptable and unacceptable is that when he tortures his opponent with the Bliss Knife Technique, he will have great pleasure. That wave of pleasure made Leng Xiaohan feel that he was really torturous and perverted.

didn't stop because of this, Leng Xiaohan seemed to have fallen into that pleasure, the evil wind knife swung faster and faster, and Leng Xiaohan's expression became more and more strange.

All sorts of howls rang out again, this time not as loud as the last time, but many times more miserable than the last time. After Leng Xiaohan left the first Jindan monk, the Jindan monk was not only smaller in size, but also covered in blood.

It's more like a squid roll, where the meat is connected only at the bottom and neatly bounced on top. The appearance of falling off made Guo Qing disgusted.

Blood and slices of flesh gradually spread all over the hall, cutting all the Jindan stage monks, Leng Xiaohan walked towards the five Yuan Infant stage monks.

The other four were fine, though scared, though in unbearable pain. But compared to their own families and what they had done in the past, the four felt that such a punishment was not heavy at all.

Wu Qian is different, after living for so long, Wu Qian has experienced a lot of things, and he has seen even more scenes. It is not unheard of Wu Qian to interrogate, extort confessions, executions and other things, but it is the first time that Wu Qian has been treated like this.

Especially when the screams of the four Yuan Infant Cultivators came into his ears, Wu Qian's body began to tremble. The familiar footsteps approached again, but Wu Qian didn't want to suffer the previous sin again: "Wait, don't do this... He doesn't say it, I say!"

"Lang Zheng actually doesn't have any backstage at all, and I also contributed to this matter. If it weren't for me, Lang Zheng wouldn't have done anything to you at all. I don't ask for anything else now, just that you can give me a good time. ”

Looking at Leng Xiaohan in horror, Wu Qian's tears kept flowing, not knowing whether it was remorse or fear of death.

Shaking his head slightly, the Evil Wind Knife cut through Wu Qian's skin: "Are you an idiot, or do you think I'm an idiot?"

Let's not talk about whether you have such an ability, just talk about the one hundred and fifteen Jindan monks and four Yuanying monks in this manor...

Do you think that he can master it as an out-of-body monk? and most importantly, the more than 100 people are still extremely loyal. I was tortured like this, and I didn't say a word except shouting, including begging for mercy. ”

As soon as Leng Xiaohan said this, Wu Qian was stunned for an instant, and he forgot to shout. Recalling the bits and pieces of contact with Lang Zheng in his mind, Wu Qian's face slowly became more ugly.

Wu Qian was still very proud when facing Lang Zheng before. That is the pride of IQ, although Wu Qian worshiped under Lang Zheng, Wu Qian has always looked down on Lang Zheng in his heart.

In Wu Qian's words, what is the use of cultivating to a high level? Now that he knew the truth, Wu Qian didn't know how he felt for an instant. Shame, sadness, or shame.

At this time, Wu Qian felt like a clown. It's not just a clown, everyone knows that they are clowns, but Wu Qian himself doesn't know.

Ignoring Leng Xiaohan, Wu Qian turned his head to look at Lang Zheng: "What he said is true? You planned to do it to them from the beginning? Even if you didn't have me, you would do it to them, right?"

"Otherwise, you don't think it's really because of you, do you?" Although he didn't want to answer, seeing Wu Qian's appearance of wanting to eat people, Lang Zheng couldn't help but say it.

On the one hand, it was because Wu Qian's appearance was too funny when he persuaded him, and humility and pride coexisted. Obviously, the words, tone, expression, and behavior are all humble to the extreme, but there is a touch of arrogance in the depths of his eyes.

On the other hand, it was Lang Zheng who understood that he and the others had to die here today, and Lang Zheng didn't want Wu Qian to be a fool. Although it's better to be a fool, Lang Zheng just can't see others good.

The double pain in the mind and body made Wu Qian a little distorted: "Beast, do you think it's funny?

"Hmm~ You should also have a deep understanding of this, right? Didn't you treat me as a fool before? I just watched your performance quietly, watching a fool feel that he was the smartest, and he just took others for fools.

Don't you think it's fun? It's fun, isn't it? Didn't you have a lot of fun before?" Unlike Wu Qian's excitement, Lang Zheng was very calm and said all this lightly.

Twisting his head back weakly, the pain all over his body hit like a tide, but Wu Qian didn't even bother to shout: "The voice I made is for them... It's all redundant or a joke, right?'

Seeing that Wu Qian was silent, Leng Xiaohan kicked Wu Qian with a lack of interest: "Is it dead?

Don't die, as long as Lang Zheng doesn't say it, there will be more exciting ones behind~ Behind you, it's Lang Zheng!"

Leng Xiaohan said it before, but Wu Qian ignored it. But when he heard that Lang Zheng was behind him, Wu Qian instantly came to his senses. Turning his head and staring in Lang Zheng's direction, his eyes were full of hatred.

Although he couldn't see other people's eyes, based on the conversations and actions of the two, Leng Xiaohan could also guess what Wu Qian's eyes looked like now.

A mocking smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and Leng Xiaohan shook his head slightly. People like Wu Qian are the people Leng Xiaohan looks down on the most.