"Is that strange?" Ye CuO looks at Zheng zaihao coldly.
"What kind of kungfu is it? There can't be such Kungfu in the world." Zheng zaihao is not willing to roar.
It is totally impossible for Zheng zaihao to use his body to fight against the sword.
Ye CuO sneered: "frog in the well, when he is the first expert in a small country, he thinks he is really invincible? Is your country as big as our province? Chinese martial arts are broad and profound. Can you barbarians understand them? "
Zheng zaihao was furious: "since ancient times, Huaxia has been a vassal state of Korea and has been ruled by us. Your Wenhua is learning from us, and your martial arts are learning from us. This kind of martial arts must have been created according to our Martial Arts in Korea. Don't think that you have made a little change. It's your own thing. "
Ye CuO burst out laughing: "your skin thickness is amazing enough. Everything good in the world can be said to be yours. In that case, I'll show you what the real Chinese martial arts are
Zheng zaihao's face was cold, and a golden fist was in front of him.
This speed is incredible, Zheng zaihao just raised his fist, an arm was directly broken.
Ye CuO's fists bombarded continuously, and Zheng zaihao's left arm turned into meat mud in an instant.
"Ah He screamed and roared, "how dare you hurt me! I will kill you today
The knife light in hand, like crazy general, toward the leaf wrong cut.
Leaf wrong arms, dense emergence of a layer of scales: "open for me!"
Two golden light, abruptly tear open that knife light, inserted into.
The sharp knife left white marks on the scales, making the sound of steel collision.
One punch!
Zheng zaihao's ribs, broken more than a dozen, spit out a mouthful of blood, the knife in his hand flew to the sky, inserted in the roof.
His whole body, like a dead dog, flew out, his broken ribs sticking out of his skin, revealing a piece of white bone stubble.
"Say, where is the little girl's ashes?" Ye CuO's eyes, cold to the extreme.
"Ha ha, ha ha, cough." Zheng zaihao spat out a mouthful of blood and wanted to stand up, but he couldn't, but he still said, "do you want to know? Kneel down and beg me
As soon as his words were finished, ye CuO stepped down.
This foot directly stepped on his leg. With a click, one of his legs was directly broken. Ye CuO's foot was even more serious than that of the car. His leg was bloody, and even a piece of meat was crushed and burst out of his leg.
"Ah Zheng zaihao roared wildly and crawled painfully on the ground.
"Say it Ye CuO looks at him coldly.
Zheng zaihao coughed and his blood flowed on the ground. He looked at Ye CuO viciously: "you dare not kill me! Because if you kill me, you will be punished. This time I come to China, on behalf of the whole Korean martial arts world, to exchange ideas. If you kill me, the whole Korean will put pressure on China, and then you will die! "
Ye CuO reached out and picked up a stick from the ground. One stick went down. One foot of Zheng zaihao's other leg was beaten to pieces and turned into a pile of rotten meat.
"Do you know why I only hit you on the foot? I'm afraid you'll die too soon. I haven't had enough. " Ye CuO's voice was plain and calm. Such cruel and violent things seemed to be extremely normal for him.
This calmness and calmness made Zheng zaihao feel a burst of fear from the bottom of his heart.
He didn't know why the teenager, who seemed to be only in his teens, had such a strong intention to kill.
"You... Ah... Cough, are you not afraid of the Revenge of the Korean people?" Zheng zaihao's hysterical threat.
Ye CuO is another stick. This time, it's a hand. It turns into a pile of waste.
"Don't worry, we Huaxia people are more hardy than you think. You killed our people. It's natural for me to kill you. The high level of Huaxia will never kill me." Ye CuO spoke slowly, like a cat. Looking at the mouse in front of him, he was not in a hurry to bite to death.
Zheng zaihao's forehead, sweat like rain, Hua LA's flowing down.
"You don't say that, do you? Where are you going this time? " Ye CuO aims at Zheng zaihao's body with his eyes.
Zheng zaihao was really scared.
"Wait a minute!" He cried out suddenly, lying on the ground, all his limbs broken, and wailing bitterly, "let me go! I'll tell you where I put the little girl's ashes. "
He knew that in this life, he had no hope of practicing martial arts any more. Later, he would be a useless man who had lost his limbs. Korea would no longer care about him. After all, it was useless.
At this moment, he just wants to live.
However, ye CuO said faintly: "you are not qualified to make conditions. Now what you can choose is to tell me where the little girl's ashes are and how to die."
"Why? Why do you have to kill me? " Zheng zaihao roared.
"Just like you forced that little girl to death, why did you force her to death, because her life is not worth money in your eyes. Coincidentally, your life is not worth money in my eyes. If you don't tell me where her ashes are, it doesn't matter. I won't tangle with the dead. I will only torture you slowly. "
"You... You devil!" Zheng zaihao's eyes were full of fear. At this moment, he really knew that the man in front of him was the most terrible Yama in the world.
"Don't kill me! The ashes of the little girl are in a jar upstairs. "
Ye CuO said to Qin Hao, "go up and get the ashes."
"Well... Good!" Qin Hao had been completely shocked by the bloody scene before. The whole person stood like a log. At this time, he heard Ye CuO's voice and then recovered.
He did not dare to look at the corpses on the floor. He looked up at the ceiling and went upstairs. Two minutes later, he came down with a jar.
Ye CuO said faintly to Qin Hao, "give the ashes to the aunt outside, and then call the police."
"Oh... What?" Qin Hao responded, "boss, you killed so many people. If you call the police, aren't you..."
Zheng zaihao laughed: "you still dare not kill me, ha ha ha."
"Bang!" After one stroke, his jaw was broken and he could not speak any more.
Ye CuO said faintly: "I don't kill you because it's too cheap to kill you. I want you to live humbly in this world, but you can't do anything, suffer every day, and the law will judge you. This is the best justice for the little girl who died! "
Zheng zaihao looks at Ye Cuo, spits out a mouthful of blood and faints.
PS: four o'clock over, good night!