A flash of blood, the man in white fell with one left arm shoulder to the shoulder, and blood shot out from the broken arm like a fountain, spraying on the face of the man in white beside him, and his eyes were blurred. A strong sense of vomiting rose, but the man next to the man in white beside him did not dare to say a word, and swallowed the vomit that surged to his throat again. His eyes that looked at Ling Jian's thin figure were immediately filled with fear.

There was a dead silence around.

Even the Iron Blood Guards who were watching by the side never expected that this eight or nine-year-old child was so cruel! He did not achieve his goal in a word, but he picked up the knife and slashed without hesitation. Moreover, his attack was extremely vicious. When he went out, he was disabled!

The Lingfu guards around him were already pale in their faces, their throats clattered, and the Adam's apple was constantly exercising violently, as if they were swallowing something...

The iron-blooded guards couldn't help but look at Ling Tian, ​​who was sitting steadily on the shaft of the car, but saw his face calm and looking at this side coldly, as if it was commonplace and unwilling to worry. The clouds and winds were light. Admiration arose in his heart: these two little guys are not simple guys.

Ling Jian's face remained unchanged. Drops of blood slowly slid down on the steel blade in his hand, falling on the snow, making a slight "puff" sound.

When he looked at the man in white who had fainted from pain, Ling Jian's tone was still calm and said, "I don't have much time and don't want to use torture. It's too troublesome; now, can you tell me?"

Don't want to use torture! When the iron-blooded guard next to him heard this, he suddenly felt like he was trying to steal the ground with his head. How else do you want to use torture? He cut off an arm with one knife, but he still didn't want to use torture? This is too classic, right?

Ling Jian lowered his head and held a knife. He waited quietly, waiting for the man in white in front of him to speak. He had counted ten in his heart, but he still didn't hear any sound of talking.

Ling Jian hummed coldly in his heart, raised his long sword, and slashed it again without even looking at it.

"No.... Give me your life.... I said! Ah--" Another shrill scream, another man in white ran away from home and fell on the snow. The fingers on it seemed to have moved.

A few drops of blood splashed on Ling Jian's face, and then slowly slid down, drawing a charming trace on his pale face. Ling Jian stood upright and didn't even try it.

Ling Jian looked at the man in white who had begged for mercy under his knife that moment ago, and seemed to say apologetically: "Sorry, you said it's too late. I didn't hold the knife."

The blood marks on his face were still there, and his voice was very calm, as if he was talking homely. His tone was relaxed as if he was a guest at a neighbor's house, but he accidentally broke the teacup. Sorry, I actually broke the teacup. That's normal.

The iron blood guards looked at the young and thin child, and a coldness arose from the bottom of their hearts, and they couldn't help but shivered. They remembered what they were doing when they were seven or eight years old, and then looked at the little guy in front of them now slashing people as a common occurrence, without blinking his eyebrows. They couldn't help but say in their hearts: Is this really a child? No! This is definitely a little devil!

The man in white had his arms cut off, his face twisted, and he didn't faint; he covered his broken arm with one hand and his body rolled violently on the snow; wherever he rolled, there was a striking red color. He made a horrible sound from his mouth, and under the severe pain, he couldn't even speak. From time to time, a short sound seemed to be a low cry from the bottom of his heart. The severe pain made him seem to have no power to moan.

Ling Jian just glanced at him lightly, then turned his face calmly, continued to look at the third person, and asked simply: "Where are you? Are you willing to tell me?" His tone seemed to be very gentle. He seemed to be asking his playmate next door: What are your family eating tonight? Can you tell me?

The man in white stared wide with his eyes, looking at the child like a god of killing in front of him, his mouth was wide open. Seeing that he was actually asking him, he was anxious and afraid, and a short sound came from his throat, his eyes turned white, and he fainted!

Ling Jian was furious and shouted, "Damn it, you pretend to be dead!" He seemed to be furious, and the steel knife in his hand slashed, and blood immediately splattered, lifted, chopped down, and lifted up again... Blood kept splashing out, and Ling Jian's body had turned into a bloody man!

"I said! I said!"

"No, I said, I'm willing to say...please let me say..."

The men in white shrank desperately, with a look of extreme fear on their faces. They rushed to shout out, fearing that the next target of the demon in front of them would be aimed at him. The sound was so loud that it could be deafening.

Ling Jian snorted, and pointed at a slightly fat man in white with a knife in his hand, "You said!"

On the tip of the knife, the sticky blood is still gathering little by little, slowly becoming round and dripping...

The man in white was almost scared to death and knelt softly on the ground: "My grandpa... Grandpa, what do you want to ask... the villain must know everything. If... there is a falsehood, the villain's family will not die well!" In extreme fear, he actually swears.

Ling Jian's face was slightly slower and he said, "Speak out everything you know!"

"Yes! Yes! The villain is named Zhang Dehu, a disciple of the Dark Night Hall of the Kuangfeng Gang. This time, he was ordered by the gang leader and said that he was entrusted by someone to take on a big business. When he came to intercept a person, the villain only knew that the person who was intercepted was a five or six-year-old child. The gang leader, we killed the child with all his accompanying personnel... Well, and... and..." The more anxious he was, the more he couldn't remember what he was going to say, and he couldn't help but sweated heavily.

"Who instructed you to come? Who is the one who entrusts you?"

"Ah? This villain really doesn't know!" Zhang Dehu, a man in white, saw that Ling Jian's face became cold again, and couldn't help but beg for mercy and kowtowed like pounding garlic.

"What's your gang's name? How many people are there in the gang? Where is the main gang? Where is the branch? How many people are there in your gang?..." Ling Jian didn't care about that. As long as it was the question he thought of, he asked it like a cannon.
Chapter completed!