The Prodigies War

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"Woooo-!"

The boy on the noose screamed, his mouth gagged and he could only make a whimpering sound.

His face was contorted with pain, and the blood from the broken arm spurted like a waterfall, but it was useless to struggle.

The witch man seemed to enjoy this kind of scream. With a sharp knife, he cut off the boy's other arm. He was very skilled. It was obviously not the first time he had done such a thing.

wow~

The two broken arms floated and sank in the boiling water of the iron pot, and the blood rolled like waves, bright red and dazzling.

The boy froze and fainted from the pain.

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

But all this only caused the laughter of the strong witches in the camp.

"Damn, human bastards are weak, I can't bear the pain."

The sorcerer man cursed, picked up a bucket full of cold water, and poured it ruthlessly, the young man woke up from a coma, but his face was pale and transparent, twisted and painful to the extreme.

puff! puff! puff!

The witch man raised his knife and cut off the boy's ears, soles, and legs in succession... Like a slaughtered animal, blood was flowing all over his body, and every piece of meat was thrown into an iron pot for cooking.

Those cruel and bloody scenes stimulated all the imperial soldiers in the cage to almost collapse, screaming and roaring constantly, full of unspeakable anger and unwillingness.

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

Every knife that cut on the boy's body was like an invisible thorn stabbed in Lin Xun's heart again and again.

The twisted and frightened expression of the young man, the hysterical roar of anger in the cage, the hideous laughter of those witches and barbarians, and the boiling blood in the iron pot...

Scene after scene, the blue veins on Lin Xun's forehead were protruding, and it was as if a tongs had been stuffed in his chest, burning his blood to the point of bursting.

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

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

He glanced at the camp in the canyon, and suddenly found a lot of problems. There were thirty-nine witch barbarians in the camp, of which only three were ninth-level barbarian slaves.

The ninth-level barbarian slave is comparable to the existence of the ninth-level cultivator of Zhenwu.

Except for these three ninth-level barbarian slave powerhouses, the power of other witch-barbarian powerhouses are all below ninth level.

This kind of power is simply not enough to see when facing the elite students in the blood killing camp, but at this moment, they have a fearless appearance.

Not only is the location of the camp where they are stationed and eye-catching, but also many imperial soldiers have been arrested, which is a bit abnormal.

Now, if you only want to torture these imperial soldiers, there is absolutely no need to be so blatant, and even as if deliberately, brutally slaughtering the flesh and blood of the imperial soldiers in front of everyone.

Why do they do this?

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

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

This trap is not so subtle, even very simple and rude, but when faced with the scenes of those witch and barbarian powerhouses slaughtering the imperial soldiers, who can think so much as any imperial cultivator?

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

Waiting is bound to be torment.

When the young man was slaughtered and his body was cooked in an iron pot, an even crueler scene happened. His flesh and blood were put on a plate and became the food of other witches and barbarians in the camp!

This bloody image of cannibalism made Lin Xun feel the urge to kill him desperately several times, but his reason told him that he should rush over at this time, not to mention saving people, even himself might fall into the trap.

This violent conflict between reason and emotion tortured Lin Xun's heart like a raging fire, so that he could only control his impulses by clenching his teeth and clenching all his strength.

Soon, night falls.

The bonfire in the camp became more and more conspicuous, as if ignoring whether it would attract the peeping of the enemy.

That night, those witches and barbarians used the same technique again to butcher three captured Imperial soldiers.

Lin Xun watched quietly, he didn't miss every picture, he had to remember all this! He couldn't bear to ignore any detail!

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

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

When the sorcerer man was about to slaughter an imperial soldier again, he was stopped.

This is a middle-aged man, the cultivation of a ninth-level barbarian slave, with a dazzling golden color in his pupils, a strong man of the Jinman lineage.

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

When speaking, the middle-aged man let out an obscure and strange long howl.

Before Xiaoyin had landed, seven or eight figures suddenly appeared on a mountain behind the camp, and they landed in the camp in the blink of an eye.

Lin Xun's pupils shrank immediately, and the seven or eight figures were all ninth-level slaves! They had apparently been hiding in the dark before, waiting for their prey to jump into the trap!

The middle-aged man talked with the other ninth-level barbarian slaves for a while, and it seemed that they had reached some kind of decision, and soon seven ninth-level barbarian slaves left with a group of witch barbarians.

There were only four ninth-level barbarian slaves and sixteen witch-barbarian powerhouses below the ninth level in the camp. The middle-aged man also stayed.

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

Ji huì is here!

...

In the canyon camp, a ninth-level barbarian strong man strode to a cage, pulled a girl out of it with a smirk, pressed it to the ground, and stripped the girl's clothes.

The girl screamed and struggled because of panic and anger, but in exchange for the ninth-level barbarian slave's savage laughter, her body was severely pressed.

"The stinky bitch of the human race! Bitch! It's a blessing for me to play with you, and you dare to scream, shameless!"

The other witches and barbarians in the camp burst into laughter.

In a row of prison cages, the captured Imperial soldiers all roared, furious to the extreme.

Seeing that the girl was about to be raped, at this moment, a stream of rainbows shot from a distance, sending out a piercing scream.

This was an arrow with an unbelievably fast speed. With a bang, it pierced through the shoulders of the ninth-level barbarian slave, and flew out the opponent's body fiercely, screaming.

"Enemy attack!"

"Enemy attack!"

There was chaos in the camp, and a group of witches and barbarians roared and took action.

Whoosh!

Lin Xun's figure didn't dodge at all, and he rushed in directly from the front of the camp, waving the army-breaking sword in his palm continuously, instantly beheading the three powerful witches and barbarians who rushed up, shooting blood.

Lin Xun didn't stop, and hurried forward, with black hair flying, revealing a clear and handsome face, and the black eyes were full of murderous intent.

kill!

His whole body was on fire, and the hatred in his heart was like a sea of ​​anger, and he made the best use of what he had learned.

Get out!

Get out!

Get out!

At this moment, Lin Xun was like a blade plucked out of the abyss, killing the past with the most arrogant method and the most ruthless method.

Blood splattered.

Broken limbs flying.

The screams continued.

As if Lin Xun didn't realize all of this, he only had one thought in his heart, to kill all these heinous beasts!

There was chaos in the camp, and no one would have imagined that just a young man would have such a cold and terrifying fighting method.

This is completely different from the Imperial Black Wind Army soldiers they have seen before, it is terrible!

boom!

Lin Xun's arm was numb, and the army-breaking sword was blocked. A ninth-level barbarian appeared on the opposite side, holding a heavy hammer, killing him fiercely.

Lin Xun didn't dodge, and his figure rushed forward, his shoulder was hit by a heavy hammer, but his body just swayed, and he continued to move forward. The violent spiritual energy rushed out violently, and the opponent was smashed out like a piece of paper, and died violently.

In the face of this kind of desperate killing, many Wuman powerhouses felt a chill in their hearts and feared in their hearts.

Where did this young man come from?

very scary!

Lin Xun's shoulder was in severe pain, and his bones were about to break, but he didn't seem to notice it, and continued to charge forward with the knife, as strong as a killing god.

"Hurry up and trap him!"

"Go together!"

An angry roar sounded, and a group of witches and barbarians continued to charge, trying to surround and kill Lin Xun.

only……

All of this is destined to be futile. Since training in the blood-killing camp, Lin Xun's combat power has already reached an appalling level, not to mention the cultivators of the same generation. .

Like Wen Mingxiu, Xiao Kun, and Hu Long, which of the three are not the most talented and have the cultivation of the ninth level of true martial arts, but in the end, both Wen Mingxiu and Hu Long were defeated, and Xiao Kun couldn't help Lin Xun at all.

And you must know that when fighting Xiao Kun, Lin Xun hadn't cultivated [Dong Xuan Swallowing the Wilderness Sutra]!

How strong is his combat effectiveness now, even Xiao Ke, who is Lin Xun's instructor, can't see through it!

Under such circumstances, it would be meaningless for these shaman powerhouses to rely on the advantage of their numbers to deal with Lin Xun.

kill!

One after another, the powerful witches were beheaded, and blood and corpses quickly piled up on the ground.

On the other side of the camp, the imperial soldiers who were imprisoned in the cages were already dumbfounded.

The boy who fought in blood and looked like a demon, was like a savior to them, and seemed so incredible, as if it was as unreal as a dream.

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PS: I apologize, I promised to have 4 updates today, but I have to miss the appointment again. The reason is very complicated. I can’t explain it in a few words. I really just want to concentrate on codewords, codewords, codewords, but I can't do it right now, I'm going crazy.

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