Chapter 1148: Curse

The lynching of this Jin Batian, not compared to ordinary torture, must be cut full of 1,300 knives, so Ma six masters know that the knife to be both fast and accurate, the knife can not be dragged underneath the mud, otherwise the first inmates live pain killed, but also to avoid the human body blood veins, which is definitely a technical work, no master hand in hand to teach, absolutely can not practise this hand of cut meat stunts.

Speaking of this Jin Batian also fierce, and then was cut hard, is really unbearable pain, even the screams changed into a tirade of curses, cursing that called a pain, those obscenities, even Mr. storyteller can not be learned, all the people who offended him are called curses curses again, these curses are very vicious; his pair of eyes almost flew out of the socket of the pain, all are red blood, cursing the most ruthless but still stand in the The most vicious curse is still standing on the side of the watching Wu Feng, scolded him is a shameless yellow hair child, shall not die, why not when a knife results in his life, causing his own in the death row by the government's dog legs eagle and dog of the generation picked off the big tendons, and fell into a thousand and three hundred cuts of the death of the death of a thousand and three hundred cuts of the death of a thousand and three hundred cuts of the death of a thousand cuts of the death of a thousand and three hundred cuts of the death of a thousand cuts of the death of a thousand and three hundred cuts of the death of a thousand cuts of a thousand cuts of death of a thousand cuts of death of a thousand cuts of death of a thousand cuts of death of a thousand cuts of death of a thousand cuts of death of a thousand cuts of death. Wu Feng to repay him for the 1,300 knives, and also said that that Qingxu Taoist Master would definitely come to the door and kill all three of them.

Wu Feng let him abuse, just shut his mouth, anyway, he is also going to die, talk to him is also a waste of words, Wu Feng this is also the first time to see the lynching of this kind of legend in the most severe torture, can not help but also a little bit of trepidation, stood there woodenly, hands are clenched out of sweat, Zhou Ming a while before reacting, cleared his throat to the still cursing Jin Batian said: "Jin Batian, you will die this heart, that your second master has been bitten to death by the little ghost baby, he is waiting for you in Hades, you will be able to see him in a while, there is also that Qingxu Demon Taoist you said, I'm afraid that he can't live for a long time, he was seriously injured by my youngest disciple, and now it is estimated to have died in the halfway of the escape, and the corpse is estimated to be all rotted out. "

Hearing this, Jin Batian all thoughts, eyes full of blood tears, body and heart are suffering unbearable torment, really is screaming every day, screaming the ground, want to die but also can not die painfully.

The horse six master's knife more and more quickly, even drops of blood are not stained, the first six hundred cuts called fish scale cuts, first of all, his body full of flesh cuts on the once, but does not hurt the blood, just vaguely some beads of blood in the wounds seeped out, in the middle of the four hundred cuts is gouging cuts; the last 300 cuts have a name, called the picking of the soul cuts.

With the horse cut down more and more meat, Jin Batian's screaming and cursing is also more and more small, and finally only a little voice, still screaming and cursing, others can not hear what he cursed, and even do not know who he cursed, only a pair of bloody eyes staring at everyone in front of him, wherever his eyes go, the people have to avoid, for fear that he remembered his own appearance after death, turned into a ghost to seek revenge.

At this time, Jin Batian legs are exposed to the bone, the bone is also attached to some crimson tender meat, buttocks on the rear buttock meat is also cut a clean, arms are also exposed to the white stubble of the bone, this moment but also can not curse the voice, just a mouth up and down closed, mouth spit out a white foam, the chest violently undulating, it seems for a moment still can not die.