"Will anyone come to take revenge?"

Yang Xian stood in front of a group of destiny cultists kneeling on the ground, and shouted at the surviving people in Hanlin City, "Your parents, wife and children were killed by these cultists. Now these people are waiting to die, only one executioner is left. Don't anyone want to take revenge?"

Yang Xian shouted a few times, and there was no one who responded to the thousands of people surviving Hanlin City.

There were a few young people who were eager to try, but they were stopped by the elderly around them with their eyes.

The huge Hanlin City suddenly became quiet at this moment.

Yang Xian took a deep breath.

The steel knife buzzed in his hands, and disappointment and resentment came out of him. Even if he did not see Yang Xian's face, the survivors in the distance could feel the sadness and the deep pain of being angry at him.

"very good!"

Yang Xian held a long sword in his hand and looked lonely, "It seems that you don't want to avenge the revenge of killing your father, the revenge of killing your wife, and the revenge of killing your son!"

The steel knife in his hand suddenly shook, and it broke into two pieces with a "click" sound, "Even you don't want to take revenge, why should Yang be a villain in vain!"

He threw away the broken knife with a calm face, and was about to kill all the Destiny Cultists kneeling in front of him, suddenly someone shouted loudly from the opposite side: "How many people can be killed?"

Yang Xian suddenly looked up and saw a tall man among the surviving people in Hanlin City stepping up and walking towards him.

The man was about nine feet tall, with a thick beard on his dark face, big eyes, big mouth, big nose, and a leather apron covered with spots of blood. However, he looked like a butcher in his outfit.

Yang Xian looked at the person who came, and suddenly a smile appeared on his face, which was originally expressionless, and asked softly: "Are you going to kill someone?"

The butcher said, "Not bad! I want to kill someone!"

He said hatefully: "These dog-good things have killed so many people in our city as soon as they enter the city. The Sa family has long disliked them. But they have a lot of people, so I beat them. I can only kill a few people secretly on weekdays. Today, the guy caught them and executed them. How could the Sa family miss this opportunity!"

Yang Xian asked: "You have parents, wives and children who have been killed by these people?"

The butcher said: "I am alone, my parents die early, and these people can't kill them even if they want to."

Yang Xian smiled and said, "Then why did you stand up?"

The butcher widened his eyes and said sternly: "What's the reason? These animals killed so many people, so they should have died. How could they be?"

Yang Xian smiled more, "Then why didn't you stand up just now?"

The butcher said, "I was a little unsure about what you meant just now. She was a little hesitant, but when she saw you shouting alone for a long time, she suddenly felt a little sympathetic to you. She felt that you were very pitiful, so she wanted to help you."

Yang Xian laughed, "Thank you for your sympathy, brother!"

With a move, he took a long knife from nearby and handed it to the butcher, "What do you call me, brother?"

The butcher said, "My name is Golden Bell!"

He looked at the long knife handed over by Yang Xian, shook his head and said, "I can't use this knife, it's my own guy who is the one who takes advantage of it!"

As he spoke, he turned around and found a long bone-slashing knife from not far away, and said to Yang Xian: "I am used to killing pigs and selling meat!"

Yang Xian saw that the knife was more than three feet long, with a thick cup back and a thin blade that was very sharp, and nodded, "Good knife!"

Jin Zhong grabbed the knife in his hand, and his face showed a ferocious look. He looked at the hundreds of Tianming Cultists kneeling in front of him, stretched out his big tongue and licked his lips, and said in a urn: "I want to kill!"

Yang Xian said: "Please!"

Jin Zhong did not hesitate and took a step forward. In just a few steps, he reached a destiny cultivator. He raised the bone-cutting knife in his hand and shouted loudly: "This knife was cut by the blind man of the king!"

The bone chopping knife suddenly fell!

puff!

A knife flashed, and a slight fracture sounded. The head of the Destiny Cultist rolled to the ground. A stream of blood rushed out of more than a foot, and his body twitched and fell to the ground.

After Jin Zhong's knife, he continued to walk to another monk and raised the bone-slashing knife in his hand again, "This knife was for selling oil!"

puff!

A young woman from the Destiny Sect was cut off by him.

Golden Bell kept walking towards the next Destiny Cultist.

"This knife was cut for Fatty Jin!"

puff!

Another person's head fell to the ground.

"This knife was cut for Han Laowu!"

puff!

The sound of his head falling to the ground sounded again.

Every time Jin Zhong cut off a person's head, he would call out a name for the person who was killed in Hanlin City.

By the time he cut more than 30 people, his physical strength was already exhausted. He gasped and turned around and shouted to the survivors in Hanlin City: "Damn it, all the bad guys are a bunch of soft balls! These people are kneeling here and don't move. Let you cut them to take revenge. Don't you dare?"

He spat out a thick phlegm with a "pop" sound, "Better than girls!"

The soft matchmaker heard his words next to her and was extremely unhappy, "What's wrong with the sissy?"

The red silk in her hand shook slightly, and her body floated in front of the Golden Bell like a red cloud, "Can't you kill anyone?"

When Jin Zhong saw that there was a woman in red, he was shocked. He recognized that she was a woman in red with Yang Xian. He bent down and apologized: "It's a little man who doesn't choose anything, so don't blame me."

Seeing that he was sincere, the soft matchmaker giggled and said, "Looking at you, you are a man, I don't blame you. But with your physical strength, you may not be able to cut all these more than 200 people in one breath today."

Jin Zhong gasped and said, "I just stabbed pigs and dogs with one knife, but I did little to cut my head. Now I have chopped a few heads, and I am really tired."

The soft matchmaker smiled and said, "You are the only one in the city. I am the hero. Today, I am playing drums for you to entertain you. How about helping you kill people?"

Jin Zhongling said: "Beat the drum? Where can I get the drum?"

The soft matchmaker smiled and said, "Listen!"

Before she finished speaking, the red silk in her hand suddenly shot out into the void!

"Dong!"

Hong Ling hit the void, and a loud bang suddenly came from the air. It was like an invisible drum being knocked, which made Jin Zhong's heart beat. Then a strange force surged out of his body. His originally tired body instantly became relaxed, and he dared to sweep away his fatigue.

"Huh? What's going on?"

Feeling the vigorous force in his body, the golden bell looked confused, "This little lady's drum sound actually has the ability to restore her physical strength!"

Just when he was surprised, the red silk in the soft matchmaker's hand continued to hit the void, and the huge drum sounds of "dongdongdongdongdongdongdong" sounded one after another. The destiny cultists who were originally kneeling on the ground were awakened by the drum sound, and all of them were restored to their minds.

But before they could stand up, the loud drums had already shaken their bones and weak all over.

Only the people at the scene were not affected.

"Dong!"

"Dong!"

"Dong!"

The soft matchmaker was like a flying fairy, and the red silk flew up and down in her hands. Every time she hit her, a loud bang came out of the air.

Jin Zhong held the bone-chopping knife in his hand, raised it high, and continued to chop his head.

When every drum sounded, a head fell to the ground.

The sound of the drum is generous and heroic and murderous, which makes people unable to help but feel aroused from their hearts. Even the timid and weak people develop a passionate heart.

After listening for a while, Qin Shou could no longer bear it. He found a steel knife nearby and shouted: "The winery was beaten and the drum was beaten and the execution ground was beaten and beheaded today!"

He followed the sound of the drum and cut off the head of a destiny cultist, turned around and shouted to the people of Hanlin City next to him, "Eliminating evil is promoting good, and eliminating evil is all about everything! The evil people are like springs, and if you are weak, they are strong! These people have killed your wives, children, and you are really willing to be dogs, and don't even dare to take revenge?"

He grabbed a head and held it in the air, shouting, "What are you afraid of! You are willing to sacrifice yourself and dare to take down the emperor! At worst, you can die! What's the point of being afraid of! When you die, you have to bite the enemy, that's what kind of thing you have! If you don't have eggs, you deserve to suffer!"

The people of Hanlin City opposite were in turmoil. Gradually, a man stood up without saying a word, picked up a kitchen knife from the ground, stepped on the drum beat toward Qin Shou, Jin Zhong and the others came.

There was the first one and the second one. After the man stood up, men followed the man with swords and swords.

Qin Shou laughed: "Very good!"

He shouted, "What are you waiting for? The enemy is right in front of you. If you don't kill it at this time, when will you wait?"

At this moment, the drum sounded again, and the intention of killing the sword and iron horse suddenly came out of the drum sound. The infecting the people's nameless fire burst into tears, and they could no longer hold back. The weapons in their hands were slashed at the destiny of the Destiny Cult around them at the same time, and let out a howl:
Chapter completed!