Several members of the Backing Gang, after seeing the skills of Tsing Yi Sect and others, their hearts had already become cold.
The other party's martial arts skills are extraordinary at first glance, and people from small sects like them can't compare with them.
In addition, the opponent's attacks were ruthless.
How can people from small sects like them compare with them?
For a moment, they all couldn't help but stepped back, and even the iron-ringed sword they were holding for Chen Daming fell to the ground.
The Tsing Yi Sect will do whatever they say.
Although everyone in the venue had expected it, they were really surprised.
But something that surprised them even more was obviously yet to come.
The two thugs from the Tsing Yi Sect were obviously not prepared to teach the gang members a lesson.
The thug's eyes were always focused on Chen Daming, and his face was full of playful coldness, which made people shudder.
Obviously, they must have done a lot of killing.
I saw Chen Daming on the ground, no longer breathing, but still struggling. He touched the handle of the knife, but couldn't pick it up.
A thug knelt down and whispered: "Do you want me to help you?"
Don't wait for a reply.
The dagger in his hand was raised again, with a cold light flashing, and he slashed towards Chen Daming's hand.
Everyone only saw that the dagger was like a ray of silver light, lightly passing over Chen Daming's wrist.
But it felt like the silver light seemed to have a special magic power, silently dividing Chen Daming's wrists.
Blood splatters!
Chen Daming was stunned for a moment, then screamed, his eyes full of extreme terror.
Not because I'm scared of breaking my wrist.
Rather, he was terrified because of his extreme helplessness.
He is now a piece of meat on the chopping board, ready to be slaughtered.
Due to the lack of breath, he should have cried out in pain, but as soon as his screams came out, they became whimpering and choking sobs in a dying struggle.
It smells absolutely creepy.
The person who cut off his hand was always smiling and looking at him with interest, "Good things come in pairs, if this one is gone, don't take the other one either!"
As he spoke, the silver light on his hand reappeared, and under the horrified gazes of the onlookers, he cut off Chen Daming's other hand.
Chen Daming is completely useless now, of course, provided that he can survive.
The thugs obviously had no intention of letting him live.
Once they started, it was as if they were addicted and would not stop until the person was tortured to death.
But the onlookers, even those from Daxue Mountain and Xingyue Gate, couldn't help but frown after seeing it.
Today I came to check out the Saint.
If we are killing each other now and losing all our strength, how will we get everyone to work together later?
Moreover, they are different from the Qingyi Sect and do not like this kind of vicious cruelty at all.
Kui Lang also noticed this.
If things were done too much, it would easily arouse resentment. He coughed and said, "How can he pay a visit to the saint with a look like this? Let him go!"
Hearing this, the thugs put away their daggers one after another, stood up and said: "Don't be embarrassed here, go back to where you came from."
After that, the two returned to the team again.
Seeing this, everyone from the backer gang rushed forward to rescue Chen Daming, who was still alive, and hurriedly tied the wound with a cloth strip.
He picked up two hands and carried the person away.
The big knife remained where it was. Now that the owner has lost both hands, can he still use it?
In this way, the last visitor's quota will be automatically announced.
Who dares to make money with Tsing Yi Sect anymore?
Kui Lang walked forward slowly, "Since you want to visit the Saint, please invite me!"
Although they were not afraid of him, Xiao Han and Murong Xing'er still felt a little scared when Kui Lang actually spoke.
Xiao Han then looked at everyone, smiled slightly, and said, "Thank you for your support, I was so rash."
Murong Xing'er didn't move for the moment, and Kui Lang didn't move either.
Xiao Han decided to take the initiative and knock on the door, "Bring me a gift!"
After saying that, the entourage behind him walked out holding gifts. When Xiao Han saw this, he stopped talking nonsense and walked straight to the courtyard gate.
At a distance of ten steps.
He stopped.
It's not that he doesn't want to come near, but he's worried that the other party will hide behind the door to plot, or that the courtyard door will be painted with poison.
There are many ways of doing this in the world of martial arts.
Once you push your opponent to the edge, you can really fight every one of them.
Xiao Han also has some experience in the world of martial arts, so he knows that there is no big mistake in being careful.
After all, it all comes at the cost of life.
After taking a deep breath, Xiao Han said loudly: "Xiao Han, a disciple of Daxue Mountain, came here to pay my respects today..."
Before he finished speaking, he heard a creak and the closed courtyard door opened by itself.
Xiao Han was stunned for a moment and looked over.
The courtyard door opened a crack, and then an old woman with a gloomy face stepped out and looked at everyone with cold eyes.
When Xiao Han saw this, he immediately raised his hands and said, "I am a disciple of Daxue Mountain, Xiao Han. I brought some small gifts today and came to pay a visit to the saint. I would like to express my gratitude."
The old woman did not respond, but silently looked at everyone in the venue, "Are these people from the Snowy Mountains?"
Xiao Han smiled lightly and explained: "These are people from all walks of life who come here because of her fame. They all have respect for the saint. However, there are many people who bother me. I am fortunate to be selected to represent the many righteous people who seek to see the saint. I also hope that thousands of people will come here to see the saint."
Don’t refuse.”
Murong Xing'er also took a step forward, "This little lady would like to offer you a small gift and would like to pay a visit to the saint on behalf of the Xingyue Sect. I hope you can see her face."
Kui Lang stood there. Although he didn't say anything, his strong aura of keeping strangers away already made his intention clear.
The old woman snorted coldly, "Who told you that the saint is here?"
Xiao Han said with a smile: "Taifu Liu Prostitute of the Yun Mansion, tonight he personally paid a visit to the Holy Lady, but was repelled by the Holy Lady. This matter is already known to everyone. Tonight, so many fellow Jianghu people have gathered here, seniors, please don't
Cover it up again.”
Hearing this, the old woman sneered, "So, your ears are really sensitive. I'm afraid that those who came here tonight have ulterior motives, right?"
boom!
As soon as the old woman said these words, the place immediately became agitated.
Although everyone is 100% certain that the Saint of the Devil Sect lives here, there is always a trace of uncertainty in their hearts.
As soon as the old woman's words came out of her mouth, the conclusion was given.
The saint is here.
For a moment, everyone was excited, as if the secret of immortality was waving to them from afar.
At your fingertips.
Xiao Han knew in his heart that things were really troublesome now.
Since the other party has revealed that the Saint is here, it is obvious that they are not afraid of them, and the confrontation has only officially begun now.
Kui Lang immediately winked, and the thugs next to him immediately understood and led a group of people to rush to the river.
Other gangs also sent people to deliver the news.
The position of the saint has been determined, so there is no need to cast a wide net. Only by calling in people can we seize the opportunity.
Tonight, I'm afraid there will be a big battle.
The chilling air gradually rose, and Xiao Han felt that his breathing was getting tighter. He looked at the old woman and couldn't help but said seriously:
"In that case, please ask senior to let the saint come out and see her!"