Legend of Ling Tian

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With a flash of blood, the man in white dropped his left arm shoulder-to-shoulder, and blood sprayed from the severed arm like a fountain, spraying on the face of the man in white beside him, blurring his eyes immediately. A strong sense of vomiting rose, but the person next to the man in white with the broken arm did not dare to say a word, and forced himself to swallow the vomit that had poured into his throat. The eyes looking at Ling Jian's thin figure were filled with fear.

There was a dead silence all around.

Even the Iron Blood Guards who were watching from the sidelines never imagined that this **-year-old kid would be so ruthless! He didn't achieve his goal in a sentence, so he raised his knife and slashed without hesitation. And the attack is extremely vicious, one knife out, the person is already crippled!

Some of the guards of the Ling Mansion all around had turned pale, their throats were gurgling, and their Adam's apple was constantly moving violently, as if they were swallowing something...

The Iron Blood Guards involuntarily looked at Ling Tian who was sitting firmly on the shaft of the car, but saw that his expression was indifferent, and he looked at this side coldly, as if it was commonplace and he didn't care. It was a cloudless day. I couldn't help but feel admiration in my heart: These two little guys are not simple things.

Ling Jian's complexion remained unchanged, drops of blood slowly slid down the steel blade in his hand, and landed on the snow, making a slight "puff" sound.

Looking coldly at the man in white who had fainted from the pain, Ling Jian said calmly, "I don't have much time, I don't want to use torture, it's too troublesome; now, can you tell me?"

I don't want to use torture! When the Iron Blood Guard next to him heard this, he felt as if he wanted to grab the ground with his head. How else do you want to use torture? One arm was cut off with one knife, but he still didn't want to use torture? This is too classic, right?

Ling Jian lowered his head and held the knife. Waiting quietly, waiting for the man in white in front of him to speak. I have already counted to ten in my heart, but I still haven't heard a single voice.

Ling Jian snorted coldly in his heart, raised the long knife, and slashed down without looking at it.

"No....Excuse me....I say! Ah——" There was another scream, and the arm of another man in white immediately ran away from home and fell to the snow. The finger on it seemed to move.

A few drops of splashed blood splashed onto Ling Jian's face, and then slowly slid down, drawing a bewitching trace on his pale face. Ling Jian stood upright as before, and didn't try to wipe it.

Ling Jian looked at the man in white who begged for mercy under his sword a moment ago, and said apologetically, "Sorry, you are late. I didn't take the knife."

The bloodstains on his face are still there, and his voice is very calm, as if he is gossiping, his tone is relaxed, as if he was a guest at a neighbor's house, but accidentally broke the teacup, sorry, I broke the teacup. That's normal.

All the iron and blood guards looked at this young and thin child, and a chill suddenly rose from the bottom of their hearts, and they couldn't help shivering. Thinking of what I was doing when I was seven or eight years old, and then looking at the little guy in front of me who is now slashing people with a knife as a routine, without blinking his brows. Can't help but think in his heart: Is this really a child? No! This is definitely a little devil!

The arm of the man in white was cut off, his face was distorted, but he didn't faint; he covered the severed arm with one hand, and his body rolled violently on the snow; wherever he rolled, there was a bright red. There was a ho-ho sound in his mouth, and he couldn't even speak out under the severe pain. From time to time, he let out a short, low cry of pain that seemed to come from the bottom of his heart. The severe pain made him seem to have no strength to moan.

Ling Jian just glanced at him indifferently, then turned his face away calmly, continued to look at the third person, and asked simply: "What about you? Will you tell me?" His tone seemed very gentle. It seems to be asking the playmate next door: What is your family having for dinner tonight? Can you tell me?

The man in white stared wide-eyed, looking at the murderous child in front of him, his mouth opened wide. Seeing that it was him who was asking the question, in panic and fear, a short sound came out of his throat, his eyes turned white for a while, and he fainted from fright!

Ling Jian was furious, and shouted: "Damn, you pretended to be dead!" It seemed that he was so angry that the steel knife in his hand fell down, and blood splattered immediately. And then, Ling Jian has turned into a blood man!

"I say! I say!"

"No, I say, I would like to say... please let me say..."

A crowd of white-clothed men shrank back desperately, their faces already filled with extreme fear. They scrambled to shout out, fearing that the next target of the demon in front of them would be aimed at themselves, the voice was so loud that it was deafening.

Ling Jian snorted, and casually pointed a knife at a slightly fat man in white, "You, tell me!"

On the tip of the knife, the viscous blood was still gathering bit by bit, slowly becoming round and dripping...

The man in white was so frightened that he lost control of himself back and forth, and knelt softly on the ground: "Young Master...Grandpa, what do you want to ask... The villain must know everything, if... there are falsehoods, it will make the villain's family feel bad Die!" Under extreme fear, he swore and swore.

Ling Jian calmed down a little, and said, "Tell me everything you know!"

"Yes! Yes! The villain's name is Zhang Dehu, and he is a disciple of the Dark Night Hall of the Kuangfeng Gang. This time, he was ordered by the leader of the gang to say that he was entrusted with a big deal; he came to intercept and kill a person. The villain only knows The person who was intercepted and killed was a five or six-year-old child, and the leader asked us to kill this child and all his entourage....Well, and...and..." The more anxious I thought, the more I thought about it. I don't know what to say, and I can't help sweating profusely.

"Who ordered you to come? Who is the person who entrusted you?"

"Ah? This villain really doesn't know!" Seeing that Ling Jian's face turned cold again, Zhang Dehu, the man in white, couldn't help begging for mercy repeatedly, kowtowing like garlic.

"What's the name of your gang leader? How many people are there? Where is the main rudder? Where are the branch halls? How many people are there in your dark night hall?..." Ling Jian didn't care so much, as long as it was a question that came to his mind , asking out like a cannonball.

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