Looking at the bloody and bloody fight on the pillar, Lan Zhan sneered and said, "Can't I hold on anymore? I only got ten cuts."
In Lan Zhan's hand, a sharp dagger was stained with scarlet blood.
On the ground in front of him, ten pieces of vague flesh and blood had become somewhat stiff.
The rich smell of blood filled the entire underground cold prison. Faced with this pungent smell of blood, Lan Zhan didn't even feel the slightest discomfort, but rather enjoyed it.
Playing with the dagger in his hand, Lan Zhan said with a smile: "When you wake up and continue cutting, you only cut ten times out of a thousand cuts. I'm not happy!"
Kuang Zhan on the pillar had fallen into a coma, his head hanging heavily on his chest.
Kuezhan's face was pale, and some of the fuzzy flesh and blood on his chest had even hardened, and he could vaguely see the pale sternum beneath the flesh and blood.
"First cut your chest, then your arms, then your legs, and finally your face, hahaha, what a perfect plan." Lan Zhan looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, like a madman.
Watching the mad battle, Lan Zhan's eyes were full of joy: "Such a strong body can really withstand a thousand swords, and there is no need to waste elixirs to help you recover. It's so cool!"
Just when Lan Zhan was feeling happy, he suddenly felt a strange noise coming from above the cold prison, and he couldn't help but wonder: "Is it the elder brother who is back? Shouldn't he be playing with those women in Zuihua Building now?"
Only Lan Ba and Lan Zhan can open this cold prison hunting tyrant organization.
There is a small formation on the stone statue, and only two people can open the cold prison and enter.
Therefore, Lan Zhan undoubtedly thought that his brother Lan Ba was back.
Picking up the cloth on the table nearby and wiping the blood off the dagger, Lan Zhan sat down and waited for Lan Ba's arrival.
"Right in front!" Mo Tian secretly thought, his mental power had detected the existence of the underground cold prison.
He only had to walk a few more minutes to enter the cold underground prison, and he could already smell the smell of blood outside.
Needless to say, this must be what those bastards in the Hunter organization did to the madman!
Thinking of it, Mo Tian's hand holding the Chuchen Sword tightened, and his eyes were full of solemnity.
The closer you get to the cold prison, the stronger the chill in the cold prison becomes.
A layer of white frost appeared on Mo Tian's brow, and the hand holding the Chuchen Sword became a little trembling.
With his brows furrowed and looking at the closed door that was already close at hand, Chu Chen suddenly said: "No! Master, there is someone in the Cold Prison!"
Only Mo Tian could hear Chuchen's voice.
After hearing Chu Chen's words, Mo Tian's eyes narrowed and asked: "Who is it?"
Chu Chen said in a deep voice: "There are two people inside, one is covered in blood and flesh, and the other is playing with a dagger. The person with bloody flesh should be the person the master wants to find."
"Blood and flesh!" Mo Tian was shocked after hearing Chu Chen's words, and his eyes became more murderous.
The image of Kuang Zhan's honest and honest appearance appeared in his mind, but his flesh and blood were blurred by torture. Anger arose in Mo Tian's heart. For a moment, the chill around him was driven away by Mo Tian's anger.
"Brother, why are you still standing at the door when you're here?" Lan Zhan couldn't help but ask, playing with the dagger in his hand.
Suddenly, his pupils shrank and he felt something was wrong.
As his elder brother, he knows Lan Ba very well.
An impatient person like Lan Ba would come in directly instead of stopping outside the door.
But Lan Zhan was no more impatient than Lan Ba. On the contrary, he was very calm, pretending not to know yet, and continued: "Brother, come and see my masterpiece. Why don't you come in? You have to wait for your brother to open the door for you in person."
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With that said, Lan Zhan stood up, holding the dagger tightly in his hand. As soon as the door opened, he would immediately kill the person outside the door!
Although he didn't know why this person could open the stone statue and enter, he would definitely not let that person continue to exist in the world!
Outside the door, Mo Tian held the Chuchen Sword tightly in his hand and stared at the closed wooden door. As soon as the door opened, he would immediately use the Chuchen Sword Technique to kill that person instantly!
Calling Lan Ba the eldest brother and calling himself the younger brother, the person there must be Lan Zhan!
Mo Tian will definitely not spare anyone who tortured Kuzhan until his flesh and blood became bloody!
The small door slowly opened, and Lan Zhan gradually appeared in Mo Tian's sight.
"Chu Chen's sword technique!" Without much hesitation, Mo Tian directly performed Chu Chen's sword technique.
The sky full of sword light danced in the cold prison, tearing apart the blocking wooden door in an instant. Lan Zhan was knocked to the ground by the sky full of sword energy without even reacting.
There were several wounds on the body and blood overflowed.
He rushed directly into the cold prison and looked at the bloody and bloody fighting on the pillars. Mo Tian gritted his teeth and held the Chuchen Sword tighter and tighter.
Veins popped out on his forehead, and he struck Lan Zhan with a sword on the ground.
boom--
There was a loud noise, and Lan Zhan flew backwards and hit the stone wall beside him.
"Poof!" A mouthful of blood spat out from Lan Zhan's mouth.
The dagger in his hand also fell to the ground.
Looking at Mo Tian standing in front of him filled with endless killing intent, Lan Zhan's eyes were full of horror.
"You... aren't you just a fourth-level warrior? Why are you so powerful!" Lan Zhan was unwilling to give in!
He was defeated directly without even a chance to take action.
Mo Tian looked at Lan Zhan who was lying on the ground and spitting out blood with cold eyes, and sneered: "You don't know more."
Turning to look at Kuang Zhan on the pillar, Najie flashed, and Mo Tian stuffed several pills into Kuang Zhan's mouth.
"Chu Chen, you go help Kuangzi recover, and I will deal with this person." Mo Tian ordered Chu Chen beside him.
"Is there anyone else?" Listening to Mo Tian's words, Lan Zhan guessed that there was someone else beside Mo Tian, but why couldn't he see it? From the beginning to the end, he felt that Mo Tian entered alone.
If there are still people, then why can’t I feel it even when I practice it?
How strong is the person who didn't appear? Could it be... the auction house!
This is all Lan Zhan can think of.
He still didn't want to believe that Mo Tian, a fourth-level warrior, could defeat his eighth-level warrior, even with an instant kill.
If there was someone beside Mo Tian, it could be explained.
The long sword was pointed directly at Lan Zhan, and Mo Tian's mental power was always observing the mad battle.
But when he saw the ten stiff pieces of flesh and blood scattered on the ground, Mo Tian said coldly: "You actually cut his flesh!"
Hearing this, Lan Zhan suddenly laughed wildly: "Ling Chi, a thousand cuts, have you ever heard of him? He is so lucky, it only took ten cuts. Xiaoxiao, I really want to see what it will look like after a thousand cuts! Wow.
, it’s exciting just thinking about it!”
Seeing Lan Zhan's suddenly fanatical eyes, Mo Tian's eyes were filled with disgust.
"Madman!" Mo Tian yelled angrily.
"Hahaha, I'm a madman." Lan Zhan said with a smile: "Kill me, your hunting organization is ready to accept my brother's bloodbath! Animal hunting organization, you are nothing! In the eyes of my brother, you are all scum.
Scum!"
"Xiao Xiao." Looking at Lan Zhan, Mo Tian suddenly smiled and said, "Do you know why the Hunter Organization can never become the number one organization?"
"Why?" Lan Zhan asked.
"Arrogant! Arrogant! You will never succeed! Ling Chi, I have really heard of this. Have you ever heard of being cut in half?" Mo Tian sneered.
Looking at Mo Tian's cold eyes, Lan Zhan's eyes were full of fear.
"don't want!!"
Miserable screams sounded in the cold prison.
"hiss--"
With a soft sound, he raised his sword and dropped it. There was no trace of blood on Chuchen's sword.
He glanced at the dead Lan Zhan with cold eyes, then turned to look at Kuang Zhan, who was being nursed by Chu Chen...