The ink knife got up, ignored the person in front of him, and went straight to Ye Crazy Knife. Flash Dance

Only the man was left in a daze, he was already trembling to the point where he could not speak, just staring at the ink knife like that, and the fear that had disappeared poured out of his body again.

The ink knife walked in the direction where the leaf mad knife was, although he didn't know why the leaf crazy knife saved himself, but since others came to the rescue, the ink knife would not sit idly by.

The ink knife came, and the crowd was still besieging Ye Crazy Knife, and it seemed that they would not stop until they killed it.

Finally, I don't know who found the ink knife and shouted: "He's awake!"

As soon as the words fell, the crowd stopped, turned their heads to look, and sure enough, they saw the ink knife walking towards them.

For a moment, the crowd panicked, although the ink knife did not strike, and there was no knife in his hand. But this group of people trembled as if they had seen ghosts and gods.

"You...... You ......" The crowd looked at the ink knife, their eyes full of fear, and began to retreat.

Moments later, the crowd scattered and fled, even the package abandoned.

"Don't be afraid! he's only one man!" the same voice again, and he shouted loudly, trying to stop the crowd from escaping.

But this time, no one listened to him again.

The crowd fled and dispersed in all directions, but even so, as long as the ink knife was willing, it could still cut off all the arms of this group of people in an instant, leaving them to the ground and waiting for death.

However, Modao didn't do this, just because he never complained, so Modao wouldn't do this kind of thing.

It's just that there is one person who will not let go of the ink knife, that is, the one who has been demagogic.

If such a person is not removed, sooner or later he will bring trouble to himself.

Seeing the black shadow flashing, the ink knife instantly rushed to the front of a person to block his way. Although he has never been seen, through the voice, the ink knife still easily found him.

"You...... What are you doing......" said the man, whose voice trembled, and he had escaped far more than anyone else. But he didn't want to be the first to be caught up.

Mo Dao didn't speak, just looked at him quietly, but the killing intent in his eyes was as sharp as a knife.

Looking at the ink knife's eyes, the man only felt a stinging pain all over his body as if he had been cut by a knife, and a chill went up from his back to the top of his head.

"No...... Don't kill me. He spoke. "I didn't want to hurt you, I was forced, and I didn't hurt you with my hands, let me go!" He burst into tears, instantly knelt on the ground, and kept kowtowing and begging for mercy.

Mo Dao still didn't say a word, just looked at him quietly. Radiating killing intent to the extreme, the ink knife can't kill, so it has always cut off people's hands and feet and left them to fend for themselves. Therefore, the ink knife must completely break the desire of the person in front of him to survive, so that he has no chance to escape. Flash Dance

"Don't be looking at me, get out of here!" the man lowered his head, but the gaze of the ink knife seemed to pierce him, hitting his soul.

That gaze was unbearable for him, and that feeling made him worse than dead.

Gradually, blood began to flow from the man's eyes, through his nostrils, ears, and even his mouth. He was already so afraid that his liver and gallbladder would burst, and his seven orifices would bleed.

"Why...... Why me. He still seemed to have a glimmer of desire to live, and he wanted to know why he was the first to be killed.

And the ink knife still didn't say a word.

"Speak!" he roared, as if trying to drive away the fear in his heart. Whenever a person is scared to the extreme, it turns into anger. It's like when people hear a voice when it's dark, they will scold in order to comfort their hearts.

The ink knife did not answer, and slowly pulled out the knife behind him. The ink knife was deliberately pumped very slowly, making a sound of the blade rubbing against the clothes.

"Kill me......" Listening to the frictional sound like a demon's whisper, the man actually cried, and he looked up, and there was no trace of light in his eyes. For he knew in his heart that he would surely die.

I don't know what kind of expression he would have if he knew that this ghost-like man in front of him couldn't kill people, and whether he would still have the desire to survive after his limbs were broken.

Finally, the broken knife fell, blood flew out, and a pair of severed hands fell to the ground.

The man fell to the ground, still muttering, "Kill me...... Kill me......" At this moment, death has become an expectation in his heart.

But the ink knife did not strike again, a pair of arms was enough, and the person in front of him was sure to die, because the ink knife could no longer see a trace of survival in his eyes.

The ink knife turned around and left, walking in the direction of the leaf mad knife.

"Kill me......" the man still said, but he never kept the figure of the ink knife again, and the only thing that awaited him was to fend for himself.

"Thank you......" The ink knife walked up to Ye Crazy Knife, and was about to say thank you, but the words suddenly stopped when they came to their mouths.

Looking at the man in front of him, who was covered in blood and beaten almost inhuman, Mo Dao suddenly felt a trace of admiration in his heart.

It was only because the ink knife found that the person in front of him had lost consciousness.

But even so, even if he lost consciousness, the knife in his hand was still clenched, his eyes were still open, and with a fierce light, he still stood and never fell.

It seems that only by death can others take away the knife in his hand, so that his eyes will not have a fierce light.

"Thank you. Although the person in front of him could no longer hear it, Modao still thanked him.

"Helper!" The two people who had been following Ye Maddao's side ran to Ye Maddao's approach at this moment and shouted loudly, their eyes full of worry, and at the same time mixed with a touch of guilt.

"Helper, wake up!" one of them grabbed Ye Maddao's shoulder and shook it desperately, trying to wake Ye Maddao. But no matter how he shook it, Ye Crazy Knife couldn't make the slightest sound.

"I'm useless! I'm useless!" The other person was slapping himself desperately, as if blaming himself for not being able to help Ye Mad Knife.

"My lord, my lord, please save our helper, please!" Suddenly, the two of them looked at the ink knife together, and fell to their knees with a pop.

Mo Dao didn't answer, and at this time, his attention was completely attracted by the blood on Ye Maddao's body.

I saw that the blood that was like an injection disappeared in an instant after it landed, as if it had been swallowed by the ground.

Ink Knife suddenly remembered what Yu Man had said earlier. "Don't let the blood fall to the ground. ”

What's so strange about this? Mo Dao said secretly in his heart. With one hand, swing the knife and slash to the ground.

One of them saw the ink knife coming out, and instantly rushed to Ye Mad's body and blocked it with his body.

"Can't be killed!" he said, his face full of tears.

"I know you mean well, and I also know that the helper is in danger at the moment, and in this kind of place, once you are injured, life is better than death. But you can't kill the gang leader, and I know you'll have a way to save him. Because you are a person who can kill even immortals!" he shouted loudly, in his opinion, since the ink knife can kill even immortals, it is not easy to save a mortal.

(End of chapter)