Chapter 45: I Believe in You

Bang Chang Chang -- Bang Chang Chang --

The cold chains of the cage rubbed against the cage with a screeching sound, and the noisy noise filled the spacious prison, and the loose hair showed their hideousness, filling their throats with blood, making their moans of pain vague and short. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

As they danced, heavy iron chains cut through the meridians on their bodies, and hot blood dripped, gradually staining the vast space.

Their cloudy eyes were full of tears, but there was joy on their blank countenances, and their dull eyes regained their brilliance, painful and cheerful, and the old faces also had a different color, and for three whole months, only death awaited in this dark place, and they had only one duty, which was to let blood.

They were called blood slaves.

The huge pool of blood was soaked with their blood, the sturdy body was covered with bruises, they couldn't swing their long swords, the cold and heavy iron chains made them endure the torture all the time, they were not as good as the beasts, the empty cage next to them was soaked with their blood, the corpses that exuded the smell of decay, even the wild beasts of the wilderness ignored them, and could only decay step by step with time.

This is where they belong.

The man in white stood there, the killing intent in his eyes was surging, the cold smile on the corner of his mouth, a slight glance, like a cold death, looking at the prey in front of him, raised his arm, slowly put it down, and the red-clothed messengers who came like a tide were densely packed, and there were hundreds of people.

"I don't like to do things that I am not sure of, I believe that you can't parry thirty red clothes, let alone these hundreds of people!" The cold eyes surged with a playful light, and the cold king of the man in white was like Zhao Haochen like a divine sword.

The huge space was filled with a dead silence for a moment, and the sound of heartbeats could be heard quietly.

The silence of one moment foreshadows the tragedy of the next.

The sword cultivators in the iron cage were all holding their breath, and there were hot tears in their eyes.

"Kill!" Under the attention of everyone, the cold face that exuded chill smiled shallowly, and the playful expression was fully displayed, the ruddy lips touched up and down slightly, and the throat bone with clear lines slowly squirmed, and a small voice came out of his mouth.

However, it was like a stone thrown into a silent pool, and the ripples rippled in circles one after another, and hundreds of red-clothed people were like crazy demons, and the murderous clouds in the sky covered the sun, stirring in the huge space, and the blood-red long knife still carried a hot bloody breath.

"Let's go!" a hoarse wail came from the cold iron cage. They don't know that they can't get out of here at all, just the Yangguan Road that is a husband and a man can't open, is a Jedi, not to mention looking at his weak appearance, he will definitely not be able to run fast. There was no hope in their hearts, but they were looking forward to a miracle.

Several blood-red knives descended on his head, and the swords stood still.

"You stupid, run, I don't want to die!" Zhao Haochen's face was pale, his legs trembled, and he exhaled loudly, with a hint of choked pleading.

"You won't die!" The cold voice was quite confident, and his unruly face and cold eyes swept over Zhao Haochen's face with disdain.

His heart trembled, but the cold long knife exuded a cold aura, and the awe-inspiring killing intent was almost condensed into substance, how could a student withstand such blood, at the moment of life and death, he wanted to fight for the control of this body, "If you don't go, I'll go!"

The soul of the sword was violently impacted, like the surging tide violently slapping into the drifting boat, the momentum was surging, the boat was agitated, and it was in danger of being destroyed at any time, a mouthful of blood suddenly shot out, and the soul of the sword became obviously extremely weak.

It was bloodthirsty eyes that suddenly stared at Zhao Haochen's soul, like bloodthirsty, killing coldly, cold and ruthless, at this moment he was a cold god of death, and his every word was a divine decree.

"You won't die, trust me!"

Zhao Haochen's frightened soul was stunned, the cold and bloodthirsty look made him cold, he didn't dare to make the slightest movement, that awe-inspiring aura made him daunted, he had given up, this kind of conquest and oppression from the bottom of his heart was slowly destroying his reason and destroying his life, he would rather die under that long knife than face this sharp momentum.

However, the eyes and words that radiated trust suddenly shocked him, and he didn't know where the courage came from, so he resolutely chose to believe him.

He thought, maybe it was the unusually powerful aura of the sword or the ruthless temperament.

Zhao Haochen nodded.

"Don't you want to know the way to keep the blood from clotting?" The same cold face, cold smile, playful look, and the same expression made the two look very surprised.

The cold light sprinkled down, the cold sword light followed closely, the long knife hanging above his head fell rapidly, the sword's playful expression was still shallow at the corner of his mouth, and those sword cultivators were all crying.

"Stop!" the man in white could no longer be calm, and playfully waited for the sword to beg for mercy, his heart was disturbed. He didn't know if Jianzi really had a way, but he didn't dare to gamble, he couldn't afford the consequences, it was about the lives of his loved ones, and his life was at stake.

The surging anger in his eyes was like a volcano erupting from him, striding forward, his handsome face was obviously a little twitching, his eyes narrowed slightly, he raised his eyes and looked at the sword, a white-clothed swordsman with awe-inspiring murderous intent stood with a knife, and a swordsman on the other side was like a sword in the sky, standing between heaven and earth, the cold killing intent was even stronger, and in an instant, the two seemed to have fought thousands of times.

"Do you really have a way?" said the man in white coldly.

"Yes!"

"Say!"

"I'm tired!"

Suddenly, a huge silence enveloped this huge cage, and the eerie and terrifying feeling covered everyone's hearts, Sen Ran's gaze swept over the sword, his pupils moved, and the cold voice was like an unsheathed sword in the huge prison.

"What did you say? Say it again. ”

Jianzi was silent, "I'm tired!"

The man in white was silent, not speaking.

Waving his hand, motioning for his men to take him down to rest, Kenko seemed satisfied with the answer, so he turned around and walked out slowly.

"Damn, you're scared me to death!" Zhao Haochen, who had palpitations, covered his heart, looking frightened, and suddenly seemed to remember something, "Aren't you afraid that he will really kill us?"

Under Jianzi's cold face, he was slightly stunned, and said, "I believe in your method!"

Zhao Haochen was speechless for a long time, tears rolling in his eyes.