Alcohol had already made him basically numb, but at this time it was like he was injected with chicken blood, his face was red and his veins were exposed. It would be great if it was Shu Chang, the wild doctor. If not, Zhang Xiaozheng would do it! These were all the criminals who were ranked first and the court wanted to take.

A choking sound was heard on the official road, and a dark iron knife was deshewn. The knife was level with the head, and two fingers gently smeared the blade, and a trace of blood appeared on the blade.

The blade was lit up, shining with dazzling red light.

Xin Jianli's shouting was like an excited duck being strangled by someone's throat and stopped abruptly. In front of him, a flash of scene made him almost unable to believe his eyes.

The man was walking forward, neither fast nor slow, just like he was walking normally. The iron knife with a somewhat strange red light was casually scratched left and right, but the inner guards who rushed forward were like tofu, and they broke in front of the man!

Yes, it's broken!

It broke for no reason. The blade did not cut on these inner guards. Xin Jianli swore that he had read it correctly, not that he was confused. The man's knife was dancing at will, but the people in front, behind and behind were broken, not only people, but also horses.

All cut off!

With a bang, Xin Jianli sat on the shaft of the car. The wine pot in his hand fell on the car board, and the wine sold inside flowed out, and the wine smelled everywhere. However, in the fragrance of the wine, there was a scent of urine. On the side where the wine flowed into a line, another stream of water was also flowing down the shaft. It was Xin Jianli who was frightened and incontinent.

He was once happy that hundreds of people in the death camp died, but when the shadow of death enveloped him, he was just a coward.

Yang Yi in the prison car was also shocked at this moment, because the force displayed by the other party was incredible. He was a peak master of level seven, so he naturally knew the goods. Of course, he would not think that the other party was a monster or a ghost in his heart like Xin Jianli. This is a manifestation of the appearance of the martial arts master who entered level nine. As soon as the sword took action, the sword energy was already in his body.

When did the Death Camp have a level nine martial arts master? This is impossible. The most mysterious martial arts master in the Death Camp is the lieutenant Qin Feng. He looks like he is only at level five or six, but like Zhang Xiaomao who has reached level seven, Scissors and others are afraid that he will die. After the Scissors rebelled, he mentioned Qin Feng's martial arts master during a chat with Yang Yi. A martial arts master who has just entered level seven, like Scissors, can't beat Qin Feng at all.

Yang Yi always believed that Qin Feng might have some secret technique that concealed his martial arts cultivation. In the world, there are such strange techniques, but when will the Death Camp have a level nine master?

Looking at the western border troops that have been terrifying the Western Frontier over the years, the only nine-level masters are the deputy commander Lin Yifu, plus a master-level Zuo Lixing, but they are all dead.

No matter what Yang Yi thought now, an indisputable fact is that the person who came was not a friend, but an enemy. Because he was holding the iron sword of the Death Camp in his hand. Because when he killed the inner guards, he was like killing a chicken, without any hesitation or pause. Those inner guards who were so excited that they were taking drugs had no time to scream, and they turned into two or more corpses lying on the ground.

Blood flowed, and under the scorching sunlight in the middle, the blood qi evaporated, and a strong smell of blood quickly spread out.

Not daring to hesitate anymore, Yang Yi shouted loudly, his body half bent in the cage suddenly stood up, and a loud bang, the prison car that was imprisoning him was split into pieces, and stood up straight, his hands suddenly separated from each other, and two clacks, and the chains locking their hands were broken.

As soon as he jumped up, Yang Yi did not go forward to help the inner guards, but turned around and ran away immediately.

He escaped so quickly, and it was really smoke coming from his feet.

Because he knew very well that in front of a level nine master, any resistance of these people was unnecessary. These inner guards were only at level four or five. In addition, he was at level seven, and in front of a level nine master, it was not much different from a doll in a swaddling baby.

Run, run quickly, and in the face of life and death, he burst out with potential that even he himself could not imagine.

Bubull yourself forward, don't look behind you, don't care about anything else, just move forward, hope that the inner guards can earn him more time, hope that the old bastard sitting in the carriage can delay the man a little, if that man really comes to avenge the death camp, Xin Jianli is more worthy of his killing.

With a bang, a wall suddenly appeared in front of him. Yang Yi, who had hit him straight up, suddenly bounced back. The warrior's intuitive reaction made him swing his fist the moment he retreated. At this time, the strong survival made the force of the punch he had burst out far exceed his highest level. Just looking at this punch, everyone thought that Yang Yi had already entered level 8.

The wrist was slightly cool, as if something was jumping out of his wrist. The force of the punch disappeared without a trace at this moment. Yang Yi was still retreating. Then, he saw a drop of red blood oozing out from his wrist. He raised his head, his heart was shattered. The man wearing a hat and carrying a black knife appeared in front of him at some point. He raised the iron knife and at the tip of the knife, a drop of blood was slowly gathering and then falling to the ground.

A light and unsightly sound was like a bolt from the blue in Yang Yi's ears.

His right hand hangs down uncontrollably. He found in fear that with the attack just now, the opponent had accurately cut off the meridians on his wrist.

When he just ran away, his strength was still full of all his body disappeared without a trace. When his knees became weak, Yang Yikang knelt on the ground with a loud bang.

"Hero, spare your life!"

He prostrated himself and crawled on the ground.

He was originally a person who was not brave. Even if he was a master at the peak of level seven, he could achieve the position of a general, but he relied on the tiger's skin to be a big banner. No one dared not to buy Yang Yihe's face. But he was really an A Dou who could not be helped. Otherwise, in Anyang City, under such a situation, with his martial arts skills that were better than kittens, how could he be beaten to the point of being beaten by kittens?

At this moment, when facing a martial arts master who he always only looks up to, he had only one way to think of.

Kneel and beg for mercy.

The black knife slowly hangs down, and the person in front of him sighed: "Brothers from the Death Camp actually died in the hands of a coward like you, you really have no choice but to die with your eyes!"
Chapter completed!