A life is cut off like this. The anger of the middle-aged man with short hair seems to have subsided a bit. The crowd still surrounded the ink knife and did not dare to make a move. He didn't struggle anymore.

Ordered someone to support Yang'er, who was still lying unconscious on the ground, to the throne in the middle of the main hall. Stop the bleeding and heal the wounds.

He had passed out and should be taken to a clean place for treatment.

But the short-haired middle-aged man didn't want to do this, he wanted his Yang'er to see with his own eyes how these despicable people in front of him died tragically.

Although he knew that his Yang'er could no longer be seen, he wanted to do this, because only in this way could he take revenge.

The short-haired middle-aged man waved his hand and dispersed the crowd. Walked straight to the ink knife.

Without asking why Modao attacked his cottage, he just sneered, because no matter what Modao's reason was, he wouldn't care.

"You're the one who injured Yang'er with it?" he spoke, his eyes looking at the ink knife and the blood that hadn't been wiped off yet. "Then I'll kill you with it. The short-haired middle-aged man said, as if he had already sentenced the ink knife to death.

"You, come here. Without moving, the middle-aged man turned his head and pointed to one of the people in the crowd on the side.

The man trembled and came near.

"Kill them. The short-haired middle-aged man said aloud.

"I ......" the man is not stupid, this order is equivalent to sending him to death, he does not want to do it, but he does not know how to refuse. Because the result of rejection is also death.

"Don't you dare?" the short-haired middle-aged man asked, and without waiting for the man to answer, a palm poked out and hit him on the chest.

Like a broken kite, the man flew upside down in response, and at the same time a mouthful of blood spurted out.

When he fell to the ground, he seemed to be dead of anger.

"You. Come here. After killing someone, the short-haired middle-aged man pointed to another person. As early as when this group of people were afraid of the ink knife and did not listen to his orders, the short-haired middle-aged man already had murderous intentions.

The man trembled with fear as well.

"Kill them. "The same thing, say it again.

This time, the person who was called out did not hesitate any longer, and rushed towards the ink knife with the blade in his hand.

But just when he was still two steps away from the ink knife, he suddenly turned over and jumped up, and fled outside the main hall.

The short-haired middle-aged man saw that he was about to escape, and a trace of coldness flashed in his eyes. Wave your palm and slap into the void, bringing out a wave of qi.

Looking at the fleeing man, he wailed, a palm print appeared on his back, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and he died of exhaustion.

The short-haired middle-aged man closed his palms and looked around at everyone.

There was finally a trace of doubt in his eyes. He wondered why these people would rather die than do it.

He looked the ink knife up and down a few more times, but he didn't see anything special about the ink knife and the others.

He doesn't understand, others do, he can't see the ink knife clearly, but others can't see it clearly. 35xs

For they have been deceived, but the rest are not.

That's why they don't dare to do it.

Looking at the fear in the eyes of these people, he knew that no matter how many people he killed, it would not change.

Then kill them all.

That's what he thought, and that's what he did.

In an instant, he rushed into the crowd and waved his palms, and the wind whistled everywhere, and before he could breathe, four people had already fallen under his palms.

"What is he doing?" Looking at the short-haired middle-aged man who rushed into the crowd, Yu Man was a little puzzled.

"Liwei. Ye Maddao understands that he has done this kind of thing before, and he has done a lot, but now he will never do it again.

"After killing all the people, what kind of authority will you set up, and to whom?" Yu Man still didn't understand.

"Yourself. Ye Maddao only replied with two words, and then stopped talking.

Yu Man doesn't understand, and Yeji doesn't understand. She was originally an immortal king, and she never cared about trivial matters between mortals. There was only curiosity in her eyes.

I wanted to come forward to save people, but I didn't dare.

Fuyuko went back and forth.

The crowd was still scuffling, and no one was the short-haired middle-aged opponent. At the beginning, they just fled, and no one dared to fight back, because they knew that they were no match for them.

But then they fought back, and they were fierce.

But at this time, it is already too late, and there are very few people who can stand, so few that it is no longer enough to pose a threat to short-haired middle-aged people.

If they had made a move together at the beginning, there might have been some chance, but that opportunity had been missed.

After a long time, the crowd was finally killed.

The short-haired middle-aged man stood among the corpses, covered in blood, looking like a demon from hell.

After killing so many people, his face did not change in the slightest, as if he was not killing people, but ants.

"They're afraid of you. After this fight, the short-haired middle-aged man seemed to finally understand the reason why those people didn't dare to do it. "But I don't believe it. He followed up and continued.

"Can you convince me?" he said, looking at the ink knife, desperate for an answer.

There was no movement, and the ink knife had no intention of moving from beginning to end. Just stood quietly and watched. As if nothing had anything to do with him.

"It seems you can't. A hint of disappointment flashed in the eyes of the short-haired middle-aged man. Then he looked at Ye Crazy Knife again: "Can you?" he asked out loud.

also didn't speak, but Ye Crazy Dao answered him with actions.

A dodge and rushed to the front of the short-haired middle-aged. The bloody knife in his hand slashed downward.

Looking at the blood-colored long knife that came straight to the door in front of him.

Middle-aged people with short hair have a stronger color of death in their eyes.

"It seems that you can't either. 35xs" As he spoke, he stretched out his palms and clamped the bloody knife in Ye Maddao's hand. Then he raised his leg and kicked on the lower abdomen of Ye Maddao.

A mouthful of blood spurted out, and Ye Mad Dao took three steps back before stabilizing his figure. The corners of his mouth were already bloody.

Seeing that Ye Maddao was repelled by someone with one move, a glimmer of light flashed in the eyes of the ink knife.

"You can't be my son's opponent. The short-haired middle-aged man shook his head and said.

"Aren't you going to make a move?" he said, looking at the ink knife.

"Kill him, and I'll take action. The ink knife said loudly, the ink knife was unwilling to let go of the immortal in Ye Maddao's body, so he could only borrow someone else's hand to kill Ye Maddao.

"Good. The short-haired middle-aged man responded, stepped on the tiger's step, and rushed to Ye Maddao's body in an instant, and slapped it with one palm.

One move was repulsed, and Ye Maddao originally wanted to retreat, so he handed it over to the ink knife. But when he heard Modao's words, this thought disappeared in an instant.

What the ink knife thinks, Ye Crazy Dao doesn't know, but he has his own thoughts.

He felt that the ink knife was motivating him. At that moment, the battle intent in Ye Maddao's heart instantly rose to the extreme.

On the cliff, the red-eyed man watched quietly, and he didn't mean to make a move at all, just waiting for the moment when Ye Mad's knife died, and he was attached to the middle age.

He could see that this middle-aged strength was definitely stronger than Ye Maddao. Obviously the better choice for him.

He was not in a hurry, and his fear of the ink knife made him dare not act rashly.

Suddenly, there was a tremor from the cliff. Not much of a place began to crumble, and after a few moments, the cliff was only half of its original size.

Looking at this ordinary cliff, a trace of shock flashed in the red-eyed man's eyes. "Desperate?" he said.

Looking at Ye Crazy Knife, he was already fighting with the short-haired middle-aged man at this moment.

The blood-colored long knife in his hand flew up and down, but it couldn't hurt the middle-aged man in the slightest, but it was himself, and he was beaten and retreated frequently.

But there was no trace of fear in Ye Maddao's eyes, at this moment, he was like a beast that had been forced into a desperate situation, except to kill the enemy in front of him, he didn't think about it.

The bloody knife slashed horizontally, taking him by the throat. When the knife came out, Ye Crazy Knife stepped forward to follow. One leg bent and knee raised. At this moment, his knife is wide open and closed, and one leg is bent at the knee just to make it more convenient to exert force.

Since the speed is not enough, then make up for it with strength.

All that was done was to reduce ten times, not to mention that Ye Crazy Dao had given up defending at this time.

Even if he was hit by a palm, he would split it in half with the knife in his hand.

Ye Crazy Knife This method instantly caught the short-haired middle-aged one off guard. He had never seen anyone so reckless for his life.

But it was only a surprise, and soon the short-haired middle-aged man adapted to this non-defensive attack.

He didn't choose to attack head-on anymore, and began to detour with Ye Crazy Knife.

Dodge it at the moment when Ye Mad's knife came out, and then the driver took out his palm.

Because the power used was too great, Ye Maddao couldn't collect it in time every time. was slapped three times in a row by the middle-aged man.

For someone else, these three palms were enough to kill him, but Ye Crazy Dao only spat out a few mouthfuls of blood, and after a while, his face returned to normal.

As time dragged on, the palm power of the short-haired middle-aged began to gradually weaken, and it was no longer as vigorous as before.

Finally, when he slapped Ye Mad Dao on the back again, Ye Mad Dao stood still and shook this palm. Then he turned around and slashed at the waist of the short-haired middle-aged man.

Jump away to the limit to dodge, and dodge the blow of Ye Mad Knife by a fraction of a fraction. The short-haired middle-aged man instantly jumped away from the Ye Crazy Knife.

At this moment, he was out of breath, and his face was covered with sweat, and he was so calm at the beginning.

On the other hand, Ye Crazy Knife became more and more courageous.

"What are you?" instead of employing people, using the word "things". Because in the eyes of the short-haired middle-aged, Ye Crazy Dao can no longer be counted as a person. Because no one will have such a body.

Ye Maddao was stunned when asked, he thought that the short-haired middle-aged man was scolding him. Although he didn't know why he suddenly scolded himself, Ye Crazy Dao didn't answer, just swung his knife and slashed each other.

Seeing the bloody knife coming, the short-haired middle-aged man's eyes changed. When Ye Mad Dao was still some distance away from him, he suddenly waved his palm in the air.

I didn't see the slightest sound, I only heard a bang, and I was looking at Ye Crazy Knife as if he had been hit by someone with a palm and suddenly flew out, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

If you look closely, there is a black ring on the tail finger of the short-haired middle-aged man, which suddenly flickered.

Ye Maddao, who fell to the ground, only felt that his five organs were tumbling, as if he was displaced. I tried several times, but I couldn't get up.

The injuries he had suffered this time were too severe to heal quickly, and this was the result of him taking that pill, otherwise he would have died of exhaustion.

"Huh?" On the cliff, the red-eyed man suddenly felt an unusually familiar aura. Through Ye Maddao's eyes, he saw the ring on the tail finger of the short-haired middle-aged man. A killing intent instantly appeared in his eyes.

He instinctively wanted to control Ye Crazy Dao's body, but he suddenly thought of the ink knife and gave up again, but the killing intent in his eyes did not decrease at all.

"Stand up. He said aloud.

"Who?" In the dark, Ye Maddao suddenly heard a voice coming from his head.

"Waste, stand up. The voice came again.

"It's you?!" Ye Mad Knife finally knew the owner of the voice.

"Stand up and kill him!" the voice roared.

Ye Maddao also wanted to stand up, but his legs had completely disobeyed his call, and no matter how he urged, he couldn't move a single bit.

Looking at the great Ye Crazy Knife, the ink knife clenched his hand and interrupted the knife, just waiting for the moment when it was killed, and then shot to kill the immortal hidden in the body of the Ye Crazy Knife.

"Waste, waste, waste!" Three wastes in a row came from Ye Maddao's mind.

Without saying anything else, the red-eyed man just kept repeating these two words.

"I'm not a waste!" Ye Maddao shouted in his heart, answering the red-eyed man.

"It's not waste, just kill him for me. ”

"I'm ......" Ye Maddao struggled again, but still couldn't stand up.

"Waste ......" is not a roar, the red-eyed man is sighing, and seems to be extremely disappointed in Ye Crazy Knife. At the moment when the desperate situation appeared, he was originally a little shocked, shocked that Ye Crazy Dao could have such a state of mind.

But now all he had in his heart was disappointment.

The disappointment in Ye Crazy Knife is even more disappointment in himself.

"I'm not a waste!" this time, Ye Maddao shouted. And the cliff was smaller again, just a place to stand.

Ye Maddao turned over and stood up from the ground. His legs were still weak, so he used a bloody knife to support his body.

Blood continued to flow from the corners of its mouth, as if the wound had been shattered again before it could heal.

"Won't you help him?" asked Yahime on the side, who had the impression that mortals always liked to do this kind of thing and help the weak.

didn't speak, the ink knife just watched quietly, but he no longer had the intention of making a move.

He already knew that the final winner of this duel would be Ye Crazy Knife.

I had already used the fairy treasure, and I thought that I could end up with the man with the blood-colored long knife in front of me.

When he saw Ye Crazy Dao standing up again, there was finally a trace of fear in his eyes.

He began to retreat, his legs trembling slightly.

Ye Maddao walked with a knife, his body was pressed very low, as if the knife in his hand suddenly became as heavy as a thousand pounds.

But even so, the short-haired middle-aged man didn't make any more moves against Ye Maddao.

At this moment, he already had fear in his heart, and this fear made him dare not make another move.

Suddenly, he turned and fled, without hesitation. At this moment, he completely lost the courage he had when he killed before, but was very similar to the people he killed.

But just when the short-haired middle-aged man was reluctant to escape, the young man who had been unconscious suddenly opened his eyes. I don't know when there was an extra dagger in my mouth.

A dodge appeared in front of the short-haired middle-aged man, a dagger slashing through his throat, leaving a trail of blood.

Blood flowed out instantly, and the short-haired middle-aged man stared at him, as if he couldn't believe it, but he couldn't say anything, and he died of anger.

"Mother, the child has avenged you. After the killing, the young man knelt down, his face no longer the same indifference as before, replaced by a heavy sadness.

(End of chapter)