With a flash of blood, the white clothed man's left arm fell from his shoulder. Blood spurted out from the broken arm like a fountain, spraying onto the white clothed man's face, blurring his vision. A strong feeling of vomiting arose, but the white clothed man with the broken arm did not dare to make a sound. He forcefully swallowed the vomit back down his throat. Looking at Ling Jian's frail figure, his eyes were filled with fear.
The surroundings were deathly silent.
Even the Blood Iron Warriors watching by the side did not expect that this eight or nine year old child would be so ruthless! Not achieving his goal in one sentence, without hesitation, he raised his sword and chopped down. And his actions were extremely vicious. With one strike, the person was already crippled!
The faces of the surrounding Ling House guards were already pale. Gurgling sounds came from their throats. Their Adam's apple was moving violently, as if they were swallowing something …
The Blood Iron Warriors could not help but look at Ling Tian who was sitting steadily on the shaft of the carriage. His face was indifferent, coldly looking at them. It was as if he was used to this and did not care at all. The clouds were calm and the wind was light. They couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration in their hearts. [These two little guys aren't simple.]
Ling Jian's expression did not change. On the steel blade in his hand, drops of blood slowly dripped down, landing on the snow, making a slight "pu pu" sound.
Coldly looking at the white clothed man who had already fainted from the pain, Ling Jian's tone was still very calm. He said, "I don't have much time. I don't want to use torture. It's too troublesome. Now, can you tell me?"
Don't want to use torture! When the Blood Iron Warriors heard this, they suddenly had a feeling of wanting to hit the ground with their heads. What torture do you want? Chopping off an arm with one strike, and you still don't want to use torture? These words are too classic, right?
Ling Jian lowered his head, holding his sword. He quietly waited, waiting for the white clothed man to speak. In his heart, he had already counted to ten, but he still did not hear a single word.
Ling Jian coldly snorted in his heart. Raising his sword, he did not even look and chopped down again.
"No … spare me … I'll talk! Ah … "Another mournful scream was heard. The arm of the other white-clothed man immediately left the house and fell onto the snowy ground. The finger on it even seemed to move a little.
A few drops of blood splattered onto Ling Jian's face, then slowly slid down, drawing a seductive mark on his pale face. Ling Jian, however, stood as straight as before, not even bothering to wipe it off.
Ling Jian looked at the man in white who had begged for mercy under his blade, and said apologetically: "I'm sorry, you spoke too late. I didn't stop the knife. "
The bloodstains on his face were still there. His voice was very calm, as if he was chatting casually. His tone was relaxed as if he was a guest in a neighbor's house and accidentally broke a teacup. Sorry, I actually broke the teacup. It was so normal.
The Blood Iron Warriors looked at this small and weak child, and a chill rose from the bottom of their hearts, and they could not help but shiver. Thinking back to what they were doing when they were seven or eight years old, and then looking at this little kid in front of them, who was waving his sword and chopping people as if it was his daily routine, without even batting an eyelid. They could not help but think: Is this really a child? No! This is definitely a little devil!
The white-clothed man's arm was chopped off, and his face was distorted, but he did not faint. With one hand holding the broken arm, his body rolled violently on the snowy ground. Wherever he rolled, there was an eye-catching patch of red. His mouth emitted a groaning sound, and under the intense pain, he could not even speak. From time to time, he would let out a short groan, as if it came from the bottom of his heart. The intense pain caused him to not even have the strength to groan.
Ling Jian only looked at him indifferently, and then calmly turned his face away, continuing to look at the third person, and simply asked: "What about you? Are you willing to tell me? "His tone was surprisingly gentle. It was as if he was asking his neighbor: What do you want to eat tonight? Can you tell me?
The white-clothed man's eyes were wide open, looking at this murderous child in front of him, and his mouth was wide open. Seeing that he was actually asking about himself, in a moment of panic and fear, he let out a short sound from his throat, and his eyes turned white, and he actually fainted from the shock!
Ling Jian was furious, and shouted: "F * ck your mother, how dare you play dead!" As if unable to restrain his anger, the steel sword in his hand slashed down, and at once, blood splattered. Raising it up, slashing it down again, and raising it up again … Blood continued to splatter, and Ling Jian's body had become a bloody man!
"I'll talk! I'll talk! "
"No, I'll talk, I'm willing to talk … Please let me talk …"
The group of white-clothed men desperately shrank back, and their faces were already filled with extreme fear. They scrambled to shout out, fearing that the next target of this devil would be them. Their voices were so loud that it could even enlighten the deaf.
Ling Jian snorted, and casually pointed his sword at a slightly fat white-clothed man, "You, talk!"
On the tip of the sword, the sticky blood was still gathering little by little, slowly becoming round and smooth, and dripping down …
That white-clothed man was so scared that he almost wet his pants, and knelt on the ground softly: "Young master … Grandpa, what do you want to ask … I will tell you everything I know, if … there is any falsehood, let my whole family die a horrible death!" Under extreme fear, he actually swore.
Ling Jian's face relaxed a little, and said: "Tell me everything you know!"
"Yes! Yes! My name is Zhang De Hu, and I'm a disciple of the Dark Night Hall of the Violent Wind Gang. This time, I'm under the orders of the gang leader, and I'm here to kill a person. I only know that the target is a five or six year old child, and the gang leader wants us to kill this child and all his followers. En, and … and … "The more anxious he was, the more he couldn't remember what to say, and couldn't help but sweat profusely.
"Who ordered you to come here? Who is the person who asked you to do this? "
"Ah? I really don't know! " The white-clothed man, Zhang De Hu, saw that Ling Jian's face had turned cold again, and he couldn't help but beg for mercy, and kowtow repeatedly.
"What is the name of your gang leader? How many people are there in the gang? Where is the headquarters? Where are the branches? How many people do you have in the Dark Night Hall? " Ling Jian didn't care too much, and as long as it was a question that came to his mind, he would ask it in rapid succession.
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