This time, Lingchi, Jin Batian, was not as ordinary as torture. He had to cut a total of 1,300 swords. Therefore, Master Ma Liu knew that the knife should be fast and accurate, and that he should not drag the mud under the knife, otherwise he would kill the prisoner first and avoid the human bloodline. This is definitely a technical job. Without the master's step-by-step teaching, he would definitely not be able to practice this skill of cutting flesh.

Speaking of which, Jin Batian was fierce. Later, he was cut hard and was in great pain. He actually changed his screams to insults. He cursed those dirty words, even the storyteller could not learn them, and cursed all those who offended him. These curses were very vicious. His eyes almost flew out of his eyes, all of which were red bloodshot. The one who cursed the most was still standing aside to watch the fun, calling him a shameless yellow-haired little boy.

Yes, I can't die well. Why did he kill him without killing him, and he was cut off his big tendons by the dog-legged hawks and dogs in the death row in the death row, and then he was cut into pieces with a thousand three hundred swords. At this moment, Jin Batian didn't know that Hu San had been killed by the little ghost baby, and he also shouted that his second leader Hu San would avenge him and ask Wu Feng to repay him for the thousand three hundred swords. He also said that Taoist Master Qingxu would definitely come to the door and kill all the master and disciple.

Wu Feng let him swear, but he just kept silent. Anyway, he was going to die, and talking to him was a waste of words. This was the first time Wu Feng saw Lingchi, the most severe torture in the legend. He couldn't help but feel a little scared. He stood there in a lurking place, sweating in his palm. Zhou Ming finally realized it after a while, cleared his throat and said to Jin Batian who was still cursing: Jin Batian, you should just die. Your second in command has been bitten to death by the little ghost baby. He is waiting for you in the Hall of Hell. You will see him in a while. The Qingxu Demonic Dao you mentioned may not live long. He was seriously injured by my junior brother. Now he is probably dead on the runaway halfway, and his body is probably rotten.

Hearing this, Jin Batian was completely disappointed, with blood and tears flowing out of his eyes, and his body and heart were suffering unbearable torture. It was really called Tiantian's reluctance, and it was called Tiantian's unsatisfactory, and he wanted to die but couldn't die.

Ma Liu's knife was getting faster and faster, and he didn't even get blood. The first six hundred knives were called fish scales. First, he cut his flesh and blood all over his body, but he didn't hurt his bloodline. But some blood beads faintly bleached out of the wound, and the four hundred knives in the middle were cut into flesh; the last three hundred knives also have a name called soul-cutting.

As Ma Liuye cut more and more meat, Jin Batian's screams became less and less. In the end, there was only a little voice left, and he still kept calling and scolding. Others could not hear what he was scolding, and they didn't even know who he was scolding. They only had bloody eyes staring at everyone in front of them. Wherever his eyes went, everyone avoided, for fear that he would remember his appearance after his death and turned into a ghost to seek revenge.
Chapter completed!