Chapter 1146: Excellent Executioner

Ma six masters in the hands of the two knife, a long and a short, all have a name, the long over feet, called "feet of green"; short over inch, called "inch of green", by the Northern Song Dynasty years passed down to today. Really white blade like water, cold and aggressive, really have blowing hair cut off the edge. In this size of two green two sharp edges, tick cut through the number of good men, it is difficult to count. Any you are wronged loyalists, or the evil full of the rebel thieves, tied to the court saw these two fast knife, all can not help but heart, souls are not.

The horse six master is carrying these two fast knife, mouth read in the chatter do not know what to say, the people far away from the stage can not really listen to, but Wu Feng is to listen to a clear, Wu Feng previously in the soul of the cliff inside the cave, got the maoshan ancestor of the master's authenticity, learned a hundred paces to listen to ants in the kung fu, and now not far away from the horse six masters, Wu Feng breathlessness, inspired by the body's true qi, but also listen to the clarity of the, as if in the He was just like a man rambling in his ear.

Zhou Ming on the other side of the cloud, but look at the fog, perked up his ears can not really hear, so asked Wu Feng said: "Little brother, that the sixth master of Ma's rambling read what? I still encountered such a thing for the first time, the heart is very curious na."

Wu Feng took a deep breath, that the sixth master of the horse chanting a pass, he also heard the boredom, so he no longer listen, just turned his head to Zhou Ming whispered: "Senior brother, do you want to know what he chanting?"

Zhou Ming was thirsty for knowledge and nodded heavily, looking at Wu Feng with a sincere face.

Wu Feng hemmed and hawed, "We've seen a pig killer when we were little, right? That pig killer in the pig before the kill will read on a pass, just to say some killing and it has nothing to do with the words, all is someone else's fault, he is only for people to move the knife, and said some of their own on the old and the next small, the family is counting on him to live on this craft, they are dead after the heart of the grudge, do not look for their own vengeance … … …is really too wordy, mother-in-law ……"

Zhou Ming nodded his head, and only then did it dawn on him that he didn't think that a character like Master Ma Liu, who had killed so many people, would still be so scrupulous about gods and goddesses.

With the horse six masters rambling chanting incantation sound, then according to the strangled blood mark a knife cut down, Jin Batian born lanky and tall, all these years of pampering, when many years of big pawns, all day long immersed in alcohol, kung fu is increasingly rusty, the body is more or less a little fat, at the beginning of the horse six masters under the knife, Jin Batian just hold back the red face, this face by the red to white, and from the white to red, and finally hold back to become a The reddish purple, bean beads of sweat fall like rain, gritted his teeth and stood firm to be tortured, no matter how to say it is also the big boss of the Black Wind Walled City, the head of the bandits who dominate the area, no matter how to pretend to be a good man.

However, a few moments later, seven or eight knives down, Jin Batian finally can not hold back, began to open his mouth and howled miserably, the voice of the mournful, and let people can not help but listen to the shivering, trembling with fear. Ma six masters but ignore Jin Batian's screams, look calm, as if a carpenter general, non-stop hands of the planer planing wood, Jin Batian in his eyes, at this time is a wooden stake, at his mercy, as a good executioner, standing in front of the execution table, the eyes should no longer have a living person; in his eyes, there is only a stripe of muscle, a piece of organs and a root of the bone.