Chapter 154

"Sobbing --!"

The boy on the gallows screamed, his mouth was blocked and he could only purr.

His face was twisted by pain, and the blood at his broken arm burst like a waterfall, but it was useless to let him struggle.

The witch man seemed to enjoy this scream. With a sharp knife stroke, he cut off the other arm of the boy. His technique was skilled. It was obviously not the first time to do this kind of thing.

WOW~

Two broken arms floated and sank in the boiling water of the iron pot, and the blood rolled like waves, bright red and dazzling.

The boy was stiff and fainted from severe pain.

In the next row of cages, those imperial soldiers who were imprisoned were greatly stimulated when they saw this scene. Angry curses, screams and screams of panic and despair were intertwined and spread continuously.

But all this only caused the laughter of a group of powerful witches in the camp.

"Shit, that's the pain that humans can't bear."

The sorcerer man cursed, picked up a bucket full of cold water and splashed it fiercely. The boy woke up from his coma, but his face was as white as transparent, distorted and painful to the extreme.

Poof! Poof! Poof!

The witch man took the knife and cut off the boy's ears, feet and legs... Like a slaughtered animal, he was bleeding all over, and every piece of meat was thrown into an iron pot to cook.

Those cruel and bloody pictures stimulated the imperial soldiers in the cage to collapse, scream and scream constantly, full of unspeakable anger and unwillingness.

At the top of the mountain in the distance, Lintian's face was cold to the extreme, and a pair of black eyes were full of strong murders.

Every knife that cut on the boy was like an invisible spike that stabbed Lintian's heart again and again.

The young man's distorted and frightened look, the hysterical angry roar in the cage, the ferocious and proud laughter of those powerful witches, and the boiling blood spray in the iron pot

Scenes and scenes stimulated Lintian's forehead to highlight the veins one by one, and his chest was like a piece of tongs, which burned his blood and was about to explode.

He knew that the witch barbarians were the mortal enemies of the Empire, and that there were many cruel and bloody punishments in the world. But when he saw his own kind slaughtered like cattle and sheep, the anger could not be controlled at all!

Just when Lintian was about to rush out, an unspeakable horror suddenly rose in his heart, which made Lintian who was about to lose his mind calm a lot.

He glanced at the camp in the canyon and immediately found many problems. There were 39 strong witches in the camp, only three level-9 slaves among them.

The nine level barbarian slave is the existence of the cultivator who is comparable to the nine levels of Zhenwu.

In addition to the three nine level barbarians, the power of other witch barbarians is below nine level.

This kind of power is not enough when facing the elite students in the blood killing camp, but they look confident at the moment.

Not only was the location of the camp very striking, but also many imperial soldiers were arrested, which was somewhat abnormal.

Now, it is unnecessary to torture these imperial soldiers so blatantly, or even deliberately, to cruelly butcher the blood and flesh of imperial soldiers in front of everyone.

Why did they do that?

Lintian thought that it was a trap! The purpose is to lure more imperial practitioners to jump out!

Lintian could not help feeling cold when he remembered that he had almost jumped out just now.

This trap is not very subtle, even very simple and rough, but who can think so much when faced with the scenes of those powerful witches slaughtering imperial soldiers and any imperial cultivator?

Lintian's face was cold, and he took a few deep breaths. He tried to restrain his anger and kill, and waited quietly.

Waiting is doomed to suffering.

When the young man was slaughtered and his body was cooked in an iron pot, a more cruel scene happened. His flesh and blood were put into a plate and became the food of other powerful people in the camp!

This bloody picture of cannibalism made Lintian feel desperate to kill him several times, but reason told him that he might fall into a trap if he rushed over at this time, let alone save people.

Only when Lintian's inner impulse and his inner passion were as strong as fire, could he hold on to it.

Soon, night fell.

The campfire in the camp was fierce and became more and more eye-catching. It seemed that it didn't care whether it would attract the spy of the enemy.

That night, those powerful men slaughtered three captured imperial soldiers in the same way again.

Lintian watched quietly, and he didn't miss every picture. He should remember all this! He can't bear to ignore any detail!

Lintian finally understood why there was an irreconcilable hatred between the Empire and the witch barbarians, because no one could forgive this hatred!

Until dawn, nothing changed in the camp, and no imperial cultivator jumped out, which seemed to disappoint those powerful witches.

When the witch man wanted to kill an imperial soldier again, he was stopped.

This is a middle-aged man. He has the cultivation of a nine level Mannu. His eyes show dazzling gold. He is the strong one of Jinman.

"It seems that there are no human scum nearby."

As he spoke, the middle-aged man uttered an obscure and strange roar.

Before the roar fell, seven or eight figures suddenly swept out of a mountain behind the camp and fell in the camp in the blink of an eye.

Lintian's eyes suddenly shrunk, and the seven or eight figures were all nine level slaves! They had obviously been hiding in the dark, waiting for their prey to jump into the trap!

The middle-aged man talked with other level-9 slaves for a while, and seemed to reach a certain decision. Soon, seven level-9 slaves left with a line of witches and strong men.

There are only four level-9 barbarian slaves and 16 strong witches whose cultivation is lower than level-9 left in the camp. The middle-aged man also stayed.

Lintian, who had been dormant for a night, saw this, and his anger, which had been suppressed for a long time, suddenly boiled like a molten slurry.

Here comes the chance!

……

In the canyon camp, a strong man of level 9 barbarian slaves strode to a cage, pulled a girl out of it with an obscene smile, pressed it on the ground and stripped the girl of her clothes.

The girl screamed and struggled because of panic and anger, but in exchange for a proud grin of the nine level barbarian slave, her body was severely pressed up.

"Terran bitch! Bitch! It's your blessing that I play with you. You dare to scream. You don't want to be ashamed!"

The other witches and brutes in the camp burst into laughter.

In a row of cages, the captured imperial soldiers roared to the extreme.

Seeing that the girl was about to be raped, at this moment, a rainbow burst from a distance, sending out a piercing scream.

This is an arrow, which is incredibly fast. With a bang, it runs through the shoulders of the nine level barbarian slave, takes the other party's body out and screams.

"Enemy attack!"

"Enemy attack!"

There was chaos in the camp, and a group of powerful witches roared and took action.

Whoosh!

Lintian's figure didn't dodge at all. He rushed in from the front of the camp, waved the army breaking sword in his hand, and killed the three powerful witches and barbarians in an instant.

Lintian didn't stop. He rushed forward quickly. His black hair was flying, revealing Qingjun's cold face. His black eyes were full of killing opportunities.

Kill!

His whole body was burning, and his hatred was like a raging sea, giving full play to what he had learned.

Cut!

Cut!

Out of the knife!

At this moment, Lintian was like a blade snatched from the abyss, killing the past with the strongest and coldest means.

Blood spilled.

Broken limbs fly across.

Scream constantly.

Lintian didn't realize all this. He had only one idea in his heart. Killing all these heinous animals was not as good as witches and bastards!

There was chaos in the camp. No one thought that only a teenager had such cold and terrible fighting means.

This is completely different from the imperial black wind soldiers they have seen before. It's terrible!

Bang!

Lintian's arm was numb, and the army breaking sword was blocked. A nine level barbarian slave appeared opposite, holding a heavy hammer, and was killing ferociously.

Lintian rushed forward and his shoulder was hit by a heavy hammer, but his body just shook and then continued to move forward. The blade was inserted into the other party's abdomen in a flash, and then twisted hard. The violent spirit rushed out, and the other party was shocked out like paper paste and died.

In the face of this desperate fight, many strong witches were cold and afraid.

Where on earth did the boy come from?

So terrible!

Lintian had a sharp pain in his shoulder and his bone was breaking, but he didn't feel it. He continued to rush forward with the knife. He was tough and cruel like a murderous God.

"Trap him!"

"Let's go!"

The roar of surprise sounded, and a group of powerful witches attacked Lintian and tried to kill him.

Just

All this was doomed to be futile. Since he was trained in the blood killing camp, Lintian's combat effectiveness has already reached an appalling level. Not to mention fellow practitioners, most of the strong people in the nine realms of Zhenwu are not Lintian's opponents.

Like Wen Mingxiu, Xiao Kun and Hu long, who are not highly qualified and have nine peaks of cultivation of Zhenwu, but in the end, Wen Mingxiu and Hu long were defeated miserably, and Xiao Kun had no choice but to Lintian.

You know, when fighting with Xiao Kun, Lintian had not cultivated the "cave Xuan swallowing wasteland classic"!

Even Xiao Ke, who was Lintian's instructor, couldn't see how strong his combat effectiveness was now!

Under such circumstances, it was meaningless for these powerful witches to rely on the advantage of number to deal with Lintian.

Kill!

One after another, the powerful were killed, and the blood and bones soon piled up on the ground.

On the other side of the camp, the imperial soldiers who were held in cages had long been stunned.

The young man who fought in blood like a demon was like a savior to them. It seemed so incredible that it seemed as unreal as a dream.

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PS: sorry, I promised to be on the fourth watch today yesterday, but I have to break the appointment again. The reason is very complex. I can't say it clearly in a few words, and the goldfish is also in a panic. I've been in a muddle these days. Let's be more considerate. This life is too bad. I really just want to concentrate on coding, but I can't do it at present. I'm going crazy.