"That means, you know. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info That's good, you're the same, hurry up!" Duan Zixiong pulled Zhuo Yifan's hair and pulled hard.

"I don't know the whereabouts of the Blood Drinking Sword, there is nothing at all, it is likely to be snatched away by the gangster who killed my whole family!" Zhuo Yifan said.

Hearing that it was still such a cliché, Duan Zixiong felt that he had been tricked. So he followed the example of his father Duan Yifeng, and snorted at the disciples of the Western Harrier Cold Ice Sect.

So the disciple brought one ear and one finger from the ground to the third layman.

"Come on, choose one, which one do you like to eat?" Duan Zixiong smiled wickedly in front of the family.

Looking at the bloody ears and fingers in front of him, the smell of blood rushed straight to the ears and nose of Zhuo Jian Shan Zhuangding, making him vomit, and then shaking his head frantically.

"I don't know how to lift!" Duan Yifeng nodded quietly.

Unlike the previous two times, the disciples of the Western Harrier Cold Ice Sect raised their hands, but they did not fall, but kept poking at the stomach of Zhuo Jian Mountain Zhuang Ding.

Soon, the clothes were poked out of large holes, dense, dense like a sieve. And the hole continued to spew out blood bands, and if you looked closely, there were dozens of blood bands intertwined with each other, squirting forward incessantly.

With the painful wail, and the convulsive face, the blood belt slowly became shorter, and the blood hole no longer yearned for spraying.

Then the family's face gradually turned pale, without any blood, like a dried corpse that had been dead for hundreds of years, and his body twitched on the ground, shaking a few times and then stopped moving.

"Haha, three barbarians, I've been good at swordsmanship recently, I'm much more proficient than before, not bad, it's worth rewarding!"

"Thank you for the praise of the young master, I will work harder for the third son. The three barbarians of the Western Harrier Ice Sect nodded to Duan Zixiong and said.

Seeing the tragic death of his family, Zhuo Yifan cried helplessly, cursing Duan's father and son.

"Boss Duan, Boss Duan, you are so ruthless, you will be punished! You will be a thousand times more painful than this death! You will not die well!"

After hearing this, Duan Yifeng did not get angry, but showed his emotions with a frightening and weird smile. He then glanced at the two remaining crippled householders.

"Don't you say yes, then you also want to experience the taste of the blood hole?"

After Duan Yifeng finished speaking, the three barbarians took a short knife and walked towards the two people who had their ears cut off and their fingers cut off.

Looking at the bright short knife, the family who had his ears cut off instantly rushed up and greeted him with his heart. The short knife was inserted into the heart at once, and the family kicked his leg instantly, and then stopped moving.

The three barbarians were stunned by this sudden scene, he didn't expect this situation at all, and he wanted to enjoy the pleasure of poking the sieve.

Just when the three barbarians were still stunned, the family with the broken finger also ran up quickly, pulled out the short knife on his companion's body and stabbed at the three barbarians.

Just as the short knife was about to touch the three barbarians, more than a dozen daggers suddenly flew from behind and pierced deeply into the back of the attacking family, so his back also turned into a sieve.

Before the severed finger could look back, his eyes widened and he fell to the ground, without any more movement. And the dozen or so daggers were thrown by the other disciples of the Western Harrier Cold Ice Sect together.

Seeing his playmate Jia Ding, who had followed him for more than ten years, die tragically in front of him, Zhuo Yifan's heart was like a knife. Faced with a dark and oppressive reality everywhere, he is like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, unable to resist.

"Three barbarians, just praised you twice, you got carried away, you didn't practice just now, and you almost took your own life, you have to pay attention next time!" Duan Zixiong reprimanded.

"Yes, yes, yes, young master, the third son must pay attention next time!" the third barbarian nodded again.

Seeing such a cruel scene in front of them, the various factions in the rivers and lakes present were still silent, as if the person who was killed just now was a chicken, duck and goose.

And those sects that have always prided themselves on being decent in the rivers and lakes did not speak out, but just watched indifferently.

"Alas, it's a pity! Honest youth is young, and the good years are buried like this, it's not worth it, isn't it Zhuo Gongzi?" Duan Yifeng turned his head and walked towards Zhuo Yifan.

Zhuo Yifan didn't look at him, but just tilted his head to the side arrogantly and resentfully.

"In this world, people are always greedy for the pleasure that the body can feel, whether it is eating and drinking, or wearing silk and satin, or indulging in the little things between men and women, but they are not willing to experience other feelings such as pain, resentment, and helplessness. Actually, they're all wrong. Bad feelings such as pain can also bring pleasure to people, and I think Zhuo Shaozhuang should have experienced the feeling of heartache and helplessness just now. ”

Zhuo Yifan continued to tilt his head and showed him silently.

"However, the feeling of heartache has a different kind of pleasure, and the pleasure of skin pain is also good. You can empathize with a few of your family members just now, and you should experience this feeling next!" Duan Yifeng said faintly.

Hearing this, there was a commotion in the crowd.

"He's not going to kill that kid, is he?"

"I haven't asked about the whereabouts of the blood-drinking sword, so I can't kill it!"

"Whoever said he was going to be killed, crippled him, don't believe him, don't say it!"

"It's still the tricks of the Duan Sect Master, judging from the few people who died tragically just now, that kid surnamed Zhuo must be scared!"

......

For a while, there was a lot of discussion in the crowd. However, most of them praised Duan Yifeng, and there were also those who cared about the whereabouts of the blood-drinking sword, that is, no one took pity on Zhuo Yifan's life.

No one is pitiful!

No one!!

Zhuo Yifan knew what Duan Yifeng's intentions were, he wanted to experience the pain suffered by the few family members just now, and force himself to tell the whereabouts of the Blood Drinking Sword.

Zhuo Yifan also understood that the reason why Duan Yifeng kept questioning himself and his family was because he, like the other people in the rivers and lakes present, guessed that the blood-drinking sword might not have been snatched away by the murderer.

The reason why there is such a speculation is because from Zhuo Song and his wife, as well as the physical evidence and wounds left by Zhuo Ran being bound, it can be seen that the perpetrator seems to have forced several people. If he really got what he wanted, why bother to ask them and kill them directly.

Therefore, all the sects in the rivers and lakes present were speculating that the blood-drinking sword was hidden and may not have been snatched away!

As a result, they acquiesced in Duan Yifeng's cruel attack on Zhuo Yifan and several of his family members and forced them to interrogate. It's just that they don't come out, but let Duan Yifeng come forward on their behalf, and the temptation of the Blood Drinking Sword is too great for them.

"It's not interesting for me to be alive right now, you can kill me!" Zhuo Yifan looked at Duan Yifeng expressionlessly. (To be continued.) )