“Woo woo--!”

The boy on the noose rack screamed, his mouth was blocked and could only make a whimpering sound.

His face was twisted by pain, and blood burst out like a waterfall on his broken arm, but it was useless to struggle.

The Wu Man man seemed to enjoy this scream. He cut off the boy's other arm with a sharp knife. His skillful technique was obviously not the first time he did such a thing.

Hurry~

Two broken arms floated and swelled in the boiling water of the iron pot, and the blood was like waves, bright red and dazzling.

The boy's whole body became stiff and fainted due to severe pain.

In a row of cages next to him, the imprisoned imperial soldiers were greatly stimulated when they saw this scene. Angry curses, screams, and roars of horror and despair were intertwined, and they kept coming out.

But all this only caused laughter from the powerful Wuman in the camp.

"Damn, human bastards are weak, and they can't bear this pain."

The Wuman man cursed, picked up a wooden barrel filled with cold water, and threw it hard. The boy was shocked and woke up from his coma, but his face was pale and transparent, and his distorted pain reached the extreme.

Puff! Puff! Puff!

The Wuman man raised his knife and cut the boy's ears, soles and legs continuously... like a slaughtered livestock, blood flowing all over his body, and every piece of meat was thrown into an iron pot and cooked.

The cruel and bloody scenes stimulated the imperial soldiers in the cage to almost collapse, screaming and roaring, full of indescribable anger and unwillingness.

At the top of the mountain in the distance, Lin Xun's face was extremely cold, and his black eyes were full of strong murderous intent that could not be concealed.

Every knife that cut on the boy was like an invisible spike stabbed Lin Xun again and again.

The boy's twisted and terrified expression, the hysterical anger roar in the cage, the hideous and proud laughter of the powerful witches, and the boiling blood splashes in the iron pot...

The scenes of scenes stimulated Lin Xun's forehead to highlight one by one, and there was a piece of fire tongs in his chest, which made his blood almost explode.

He knew that the Wuman clan was the mortal enemy of the empire, and he also knew that there were many cruel and bloody punishments in this world. But when he saw his kind of person being slaughtered like a cattle and sheep, the anger was simply uncontrollable!

Just as Lin Xun was about to rush out, an indescribable horror suddenly rose in his heart, which made Lin Xun, who was about to lose his mind, calm down a lot.

He glanced at the camp in the canyon and suddenly found many problems. There were thirty-nine witch and man powerful men in the camp, of which only three level nine barbarian slaves were there.

A level nine barbarian slave is comparable to a cultivator of the ninth level of Zhenwu.

Except for these three level nine barbarian slaves, the power of other witch barbarian strongmen is below level nine.

This kind of power is not enough to face the elite students in the Blood Killing Camp, but they look fearless at this moment.

Not only was the location of the camp stationed in a very eye-catching position, but many imperial soldiers were also arrested, which was a bit abnormal.

Now that I just want to torture these imperial soldiers, there is no need to be so blatant, and even cruelly slaughtering and cutting off the flesh and blood of the imperial soldiers in front of everyone.

Why do they do this?

A thought came to Lin Xun's mind, this is a trap! The purpose is to lure more imperial cultivators out!

Thinking of the fact that he almost couldn't help but jump out just now, Lin Xun couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.

This trap is not very exquisite, or even simple and crude. But when faced with the scenes of the powerful Wuman slaughtering imperial soldiers, who would have thought so much if any imperial cultivator?

Lin Xun's face turned cold, he took a few deep breaths, suppressed his anger and murderous intent, and waited quietly.

Waiting is destined to be a torture.

When the boy was slaughtered and his body was cooked in an iron pot, a more cruel scene happened. His flesh and blood were put into the plate and became the food for other powerful witches in the camp!

This bloody cannibal scene made Lin Xun urge to kill him several times, but reason told him that at this time, not to mention saving people, he might even fall into a trap.

This violent conflict between reason and emotion, tortures Lin Xun's heart like a fire, making him only by gritting his teeth and clenching all the power can he control his impulse.

Soon, night fell.

The campfire was raging, and it seemed to be more eye-catching, regardless of whether it would attract the enemy's spy.

That night, the powerful witches and mankind once again used the same technique to slaughter three captured imperial soldiers.

Lin Xun looked at him quietly, and he didn't miss every picture. He had to remember all this! He could not tolerate himself ignoring any details!

Lin Xun finally understood why there is an unresolved hatred between the Empire and the Wuman clan, because no one can forgive this hatred!

Until dawn, nothing changed in the camp, and no imperial cultivator jumped out, which seemed to disappoint the strong Wuman.

When the Wuman man wanted to slaughter an imperial soldier again, he was stopped.

This is a middle-aged man with a level nine barbarian slave's cultivation level, and his eyes are dazzling golden in color. He is a powerful man from the Jinman lineage.

"It seems that there are no human clans nearby."

While speaking, the middle-aged man let out an obscure and weird roar.

Before the sound of the sound had fallen, seven or eight figures suddenly flew out on a mountain behind the camp, and in the blink of an eye it fell into the camp.

Lin Xun's eyes suddenly shrank, and the seven or eight figures were all nine-level barbarian slaves! They were obviously already hidden in the dark, waiting for their prey to jump into the trap!

The middle-aged man talked with other ninth-level barbarian slaves for a while, and seemed to have reached some kind of decision. Soon, seven ninth-level barbarian slaves left with a line of witch man strong men.

Only four level nine barbarian slaves and sixteen Wuman strong men with cultivation below level nine remained in the camp. The middle-aged man also stayed.

Lin Xun, who had been dormant all night, saw this, and his murderous intent and anger that had been suppressed for a long time suddenly boiled like slurry.

The opportunity is here!

...

In the canyon camp, a level nine-level barbarian slave strongman strode towards a cage, pulled out a girl with a lewd smile, pressed her to the ground, stripped her naked.

The girl struggled with fear and anger, but the ninth-level barbarian slave had a smug smile and his body pressed on her.

"The human stinking bitch! Bitch! It's your blessing to play with you. You dare to scream and be shameless!"

The other strong Wuman in the camp burst into laughter.

In a row of cages, all the captured imperial soldiers roared and were extremely angry.

Seeing that the girl was about to be raped, at this moment, a stream of rainbow shot from afar, making a scream that pierced the eardrums.

This was an arrow, with an incredible speed. With a bang, it penetrated the shoulders of the ninth-level barbarian slave, and took the other person's body out, screaming.

"Enemy attack!"

"Enemy attack!"

There was chaos in the camp, and a group of powerful Wuman men yelled and started to act.

Whoosh!

Lin Xun's figure did not dodge at all, and directly rushed into the front of the camp gate. The Pojun sword in his palm swung continuously, instantly killing the three powerful Wuman men who rushed up, bursting blood.

Lin Xun rushed forward without stopping, with black hair flying, revealing his handsome and cold face, and his black eyes were full of murderous intent like molten pulp.

kill!

His whole body was burning, and his inner hatred was like a tide of anger, and he brought his knowledge to the extreme.

Take the knife!

Take the knife!

Take the knife!

At this moment, Lin Xun was like a blade leaping out of the abyss, killing him with the most powerful means and the coldest method.

Blood sprinkles.

Broken limbs fly across.

Screaming constantly.

Lin Xun seemed to have not realized all this. He had only one idea in his heart, killing all these evil beasts that were worse than beasts!

The camp was in chaos, and no one expected that just a young man would have such a cold and terrifying way of fighting.

This is completely different from the Imperial Black Wind Army soldiers they had seen in the past, and it is so terrible!

Bang!

Lin Xun's arm numb, and Pojun's sword was blocked. A level nine barbarian slave appeared opposite him, holding a heavy hammer and was coming to kill him.

Lin Xun did not dodge, and his figure rushed forward. His shoulder was hit by a heavy hammer, but his body just shook and continued to move forward. The blade suddenly penetrated into the other party's abdomen, and then twisted it hard. The violent spiritual power rushed out. The other party was shaken out like paper and died suddenly.

Faced with such desperate efforts that were almost both sides suffered, many powerful Wu Man were heartbroken and frightened.

Where did this boy come out?

So terrible!

Lin Xun's shoulders were painful and his bones were about to break, but he seemed to be unaware of them and continued to rush forward with the knife, as tough and cruel as a god of killing.

"Hold him!"

“Go together!”

A roar of shock and anger sounded, and a group of powerful Wuman men kept attacking, trying to surround Lin Xun.

only……
To be continued...