Me, after going down the mountain

Seeing Can Long kneeling on the ground, everyone present was stunned.

Can Long, one of the three dragons of the Su family, is a tall and famous figure in the north, but now his knees have been destroyed and he is kneeling on the ground with a look of humiliation on his face.

Hong Hu and others felt a sense of unreality in their minds.

Xing Chendian and others all looked excited.

They fully understood how amazing it was for Su Chen to kill Canlong!

The key point is that the young master is only in his twenties. Even Su An was not such a monster when he was twenty, right?

Only Honghu looked at Su Chen with distressed eyes...

In the past ten years, how much pain has the young master experienced to become so strong?

How much pressure did those thin shoulders bear?

During the ten years, the young master walked the centuries-old path of other warriors.

"Kowtow!" Su Chen's voice seemed to come from the nine heavens, ringing in Can Long's ears.

Can Long roared: "Impossible, Su Chen, you are going too far!"

However, Su Chen grabbed Can Long's hair and smashed it toward the ground!

"This knock is for your debt from ten years ago!"

Can Long's forehead was dripping with blood, and his face showed extreme humiliation.

Su Chen grabbed Canlong's hair again and knocked it hard towards the ground!

Boom, there was another explosion. The second time he kowtowed, the gravel was embedded into the flesh of Canlong's forehead.

"This bump is for the evil you have done for ten years!"

Su Chen grabbed Can Long's hair again and gave it a hard knock!

The earth cracked and the ground shook.

"This knock is for my dead brothers and sisters!"

The flesh on Can Long's forehead exploded, his face was extremely ugly, and his face was full of humiliation.

"Su Chen...you insult me ​​like this! You deserve to die!!" Can Long was extremely angry, and his voice became extremely hoarse from his roar.

Being forced by Su Chen to kneel down and kowtow three times was even more uncomfortable than killing Can Long.

Can Long has always been aloof and arrogant, but now he is manipulated by Su Chen. His eyes are blood red: "The head of the Su family will break through to the late stage of Jindan soon, and he will kill you!!"

After finishing speaking, Canlong used his last strength, and an extremely powerful force burst out in his dantian.

He couldn't bear the humiliation and planned to blow himself up!

However, before he could take action, the aura on Su Chen's body rioted, and the terrifying aura actually suppressed the power in Canlong's dantian!

Canlong couldn't even self-destruct.

"Want to blow yourself up and die? It would be too easy for you to die like this!" Su Chen said coldly.

The next moment, Su Chen waved the golden sword in his hand, and thousands of sword auras emerged.

The sword energy was everywhere, and wounds appeared on Can Long's body... A few minutes later, dense knife marks appeared on Can Long's body. His flesh and blood were cut off by Su Chen one by one. The flesh and blood peeled off, revealing the dense white bones under the flesh.

The huge pain made Canlong's face turn pale. He could hold it back at first, but in the end, even he let out a painful wail!

Su Chen, this is going to make him suffer from Ling Chi!

After a thousand cuts, the dragon was still not dead, and still had a breath left.

His voice was extremely weak as he said: "Kill me... please, kill me..."

He saw with his own eyes that his flesh and blood were peeled off piece by piece. Now only the skeleton of his limbs was left, and even his body and most of his flesh and blood were gone...

In his eyes, a look of extreme fear finally broke out.

He never imagined that ten years later, he would be tortured by Su An's son using the Lingchi method.

At this moment, he put down all his pride and just wished to die.

"There are still a hundred more knives. After a hundred knives, I will let you die." Su Chen said.

Swish!

Su Chen slashed out with a knife.

The huge pain made Canlong tremble, and even Canlong was counting silently in his heart, which knife was this...

One sword, two swords, three swords... ninety-nine swords!

Su Chen held the golden sword, but the hundredth sword still didn't fall.

"Quickly, give me another blow..." Can Long's voice was pleading, but Su Chen's knife never landed.

The emotion in Can Long's eyes became more and more desperate.

Can Long wanted to die. He kept begging Su Chen, praying for the last knife to fall. The more he prayed, the more desperate Can Long became. Finally, in his despair, the blood on his body flowed cleanly. Can Long The dragon died in despair.

Before he died, he was still staring at Su Chen's golden sword. He thought that Su Chen would make the last blow...

Little did they know, the ninety-ninth knife was the last knife...