"It's your turn!"

Xiao Yi's eyes fell on Zhang Ze's body, and his cold eyes were like blades, making people afraid to look at him.

Plop!

Zhang Ze trembled all over and knelt directly on the ground. His pale face was no longer as good as before, and only humility and fear were left: "Give me your life, Mr. Xiao, please spare me! All this was done by Fang Ao and Lei Bao, and it has nothing to do with me..."

Before this.

Zhang Ze’s biggest reliance is the Zhang family.

But now...

Zhang Yong, the strongest combat power of the Zhang family, was also beaten to death by Xiao Yi with a thunderous force. He had no support at all. At present, he could only hope to save his life and leave Qingshan there. He turned around and waited for himself to join the Wangdu Martial Arts Academy and then found a way to take revenge!

However.

Xiao Yi was unmoved at all. His eyes looked at Zhang Ze without any pity, but only cold: "I just counted it, and there were 375 whip marks on Qingzhu's body!"

"ah?"

Zhang Ze was stunned and didn't understand what Xiao Yi meant.

Xiao Yi said lightly: "I once said that if anyone dares to touch a hair of her, I will return it ten times. Three hundred and seven hundred and fifty swords will be returned to you, and the two bamboo tubes that are bleeding from your feet are counted as one thousand swords, a total of five thousand seven hundred and fifty swords. Do you have no objection?"

Plop!

Zhang Ze trembled all over and collapsed on the ground.

More than five thousand swords were slashed on the body?

Is this different from being crushed?

"No, don't... Mr. Xiao, I know I'm wrong, I really know I'm wrong... I'm willing to be a cow for you, please go around me, please give me up and spare me this time..." Zhang Ze rolled and crawled, hugged Xiao Yi's legs tightly, and cried loudly.

Not to mention more than 5,000 swords, even if you stab a five thousand embroidery needle, you will have to pierce a thousand holes!

"Take your hands high?"

Xiao Yi sneered, his low voice mixed with cold murderous intent, "When you sent someone to the Nanhuang Mountains to kill me, why didn't you think about raising your hands? When you asked someone to capture Qingzhu and torture him, why didn't you think about raising your hands? Now I beg me to let you go? Don't you think this is a delusion?"

Since her mother passed away, Fang Qingzhu was the first person to make Xiao Yi feel the warmth of home.

How can she be tolerated by such persecution?

Looking at the coldness and determination on Xiao Yi's face, Zhang Ze looked desperate. When he was dying, he was brave and brave. A ferocious look flashed in his eyes: "Since you don't let me live, then die with me!"

Swish!

Zhang Ze spit out a black dagger from his sleeve, and the blood-thumbing throat was stained on the dagger and stabbed Xiao Yi.

"Dogs can't change their shit!"

Xiao Yi snorted coldly, and the Flaming Wind Chasing Sword took the opportunity to pick it up.

Puff! Puff!

Zhang Ze's palms were cut at the same wrists, and the palm holding the dagger fell to the ground with a slap. Zhang Ze's face was twisted in pain; "Ah... Xiao Yi, I won't let you go even if I'm a ghost..."

"Let's talk about it when you become a ghost!"

Xiao Yi responded lightly, lifted Zhang Ze with one hand, and hung him on the torture frame.

Click!

With a casual slap, he took off Zhang Ze's chin, making him unable to even bite his tongue and commit suicide.

Xiao Yi looked at Fang Qingzhu on the side, and his face turned into a gentle softness: "Qingzhu, don't turn your head, don't look!"

"Um!"

Fang Qingzhu turned his head obediently.

call!

The blazing flames of the wind-chasing sword in Xiao Yi's hand turned into colorful falling petals. Every sword light passed by, taking away a piece of flesh and blood on Zhang Ze's body. The flesh and blood were flying, and it was in pain, but Zhang Ze, whose chin was removed, could only make a sound of panting.

Tears mixed with sweat beads falling down.

Regret and despair occupied his entire face.

puff!

puff!

The silver sword light flashed and darkened in the dungeon. Every time the silver light appeared, a piece of flesh and blood flew up.

"One thousand, eighty!"

“One thousand, eighty-one!”

“One thousand eighty-two…”

Xiao Yi's voice was like a demonic roar that was seducing souls and life-seeking. Zhang Ze's arms were cut to pieces and only bones were left. He fainted from pain several times, and was awakened by Xiao Yi.

It's simply painful.

Zhang Ze never thought that he would have a day that he would long for the arrival of death so much.

Bang!

The dungeon gate was suddenly blown open, causing Xiao Yi to beat the sword slightly, and a group of strong men rushed in from outside the dungeon. The person in charge was the head of Zhenbao Pavilion, Mr. Yan, the lord of Zhenbao Pavilion, followed closely by Sikong Nan, the lord of Nanhuang City and Zhao Yu, the head of the Zhao family.

"Finish me Mr. Xiao!"

"Zhang Yong, if you dare to hurt Mr. Xiao, I will destroy your Zhang family!"

However……

When Mr. Yan and others saw the situation in the dungeon, they swallowed all the words they said.

hiss!

A sound of gasping in the crowd came from the crowd.

Mr. Yan spitted: "Xiao, Mr. Xiao, are you okay?"

Xiao Yi didn't look back: "You are here? Wait for a moment, and there are still four thousand swords!"

"Four thousand swords?"

"What's the meaning?"

Everyone was stunned.

soon……

Then they understood.

"One thousand eighty-three!"

“One thousand eighty-four…”

Every time Xiao Yi set out his sword, he counted a number in his cold voice, and the cold sword edge would take away a piece of flesh and blood from Zhang Ze's body.

hiss!

Everyone was gasping for a cold air.

Seeing Zhang Ze's face full of pain but unable to speak, he was left with only white bones on his arms and legs, and some strong men with weak endurance lay down on the side and vomited wildly.

"This is Lingchi! Too, too cruel..."

"Okay, so terrible... No one can provoke Xiao Yi..."

"Stop talking...don't vomit..."

Even the knowledgeable Old Yan and Sikong Nan were looking at each other at this moment, and their faces turned pale.

Sikong Nan whispered: "Even though I have experienced hundreds of wars in the army, I have never seen anyone so calm when they are against Lingchi."

Old Yan nodded, looked at Xiao Yi deeply, and signaled Sikong Nanchao Fang Qingzhu to look at him: "Look at her, you won't think that Young Master Xiao is cruel!"

Sikong Nan glanced at Fang Qingzhu. Although it was covered with Xiao Yi's coat, she could still see her body covered with bruises.

call!

Sikong Nan exhaled a long breath of turbid air and secretly warned himself: "This son can only make friends and must not be enemies!"

If this is spread, it will inevitably cause an uproar.

He is the lord of Nanhuang City and the number one master of Nanhuang. He is unwilling to be an enemy of Xiao Yi?

The pungent smell of blood filled the dungeon. The powerful men who could not bear the shocking scene in front of them had already retreated, but the memories Xiao Yi left to them were like nightmare, but I was afraid that they would never erase them in this life.

Among the crowd.

Zhao Xian's face was pale. He was the craziest one who vomited just now. He looked up at Zhao Yu beside him blankly: "Father, father, fortunately, I followed your instructions and never provoked Mr. Xiao!"

"yes!"

Zhao Yu nodded with a serious expression, "After going back, you immediately cut off all cooperation with the Fang family and the Black Tiger Gang. Do you understand?"

Zhao Xian nodded and asked in confusion: "Father, what is the cooperation between Zhang's family?"

"Zhang Family?"

Zhao Yu looked at the huge Zhang family mansion with a strange expression, "Will there be a Zhang family in Nanhuang City in the future?"
Chapter completed!