Swire Overlord

Chapter 147 The Standing Blood Man

Han Bingyue and the others looked serious and opened their mouths to say something, but were stopped by Zhao Yufan's eyes.

Ma Santong pursed his lips, looked at Zhao Yufan indifferently, and said leisurely: "According to the records of the Qinglan School, the total number of people who were tortured with three hundred golden dragon sticks is eighteen, ten of them died during the torture, and five died of death." After being sentenced, the three died within one year of being sentenced."

"You are murdering!" Han Bingyue said coldly, the bone-chilling chill emanating from her body made people shudder.

Mo Qi bowed his head slightly, and his hoarse voice was strange and terrifying: "You will die worse than the old bastard!"

Lin Yu stared at Zhao Yufan, and forcefully squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth: "If something happens to Zhao Yufan, you will be my Lin Yu's life and death enemies from now on!"

Lin Tao looked proud, and said disgustedly: "The elder of the Qinglan sect... is despicable!"

Tie Yunshan stared wide-eyed, his face flushed red with anger, he groaned for a while before saying: "You guys are really shameless!"

Finally, Can Yue looked at a group of elders and said coldly, "If Zhao Yufan dies, I will leave Qinglan Sect!"

Hearing Can Yue's words, Elder Yun Hai and Elder Ji Bing frowned slightly.

Elder Yunhai was silent for a moment, and said without doubt: "This is the decision of all the elders in the Law Enforcement Hall, and no one can refute it!"

While everyone was talking, four law enforcement disciples holding golden dragon sticks slowly appeared. They were about two meters tall, burly, and sturdy. They each held a 1.5-meter golden dragon stick in their hands. On the top, there are golden glows reflected.

The four of them stood silently in front of Zhao Yufan with fierce expressions on their faces, and spun the golden dragon stick violently.

The golden dragon sticks were rotated rapidly in their hands, forming a golden circle of light, and the sound of air flow "whoosh".

Everyone looked at the four disciples in astonishment, not understanding what their intentions were.

At this moment, the golden dragon sticks in the hands of the four disciples suddenly stopped, and then the four golden dragon sticks brought up a series of phantoms and smashed hard to the ground.

"Snapped!"

The uniform and crisp sound came to everyone's ears, smoke and dust rose from the ground, and countless crushed stones splashed out.

The smoke and dust cleared away, and everyone looked at the ground, dumbfounded and stunned, deeply shocked in their hearts.

They thought that the ground would be torn apart under the golden dragon stick, but there were only four stick marks on the ground, the stick marks were about [-] centimeters deep, and there were no cracks in the surrounding ground.

Everyone knew very well that only strong power could cause this kind of attack. Generally, a strong attack would cause extensive damage, while a more violent attack concentrated all the power at one point, which was the attack just now.

The ground here is paved with granite, which is as hard as steel, but it is vulnerable to a blow from a golden dragon stick, as if it is tofu.

Granite is tofu, so how different is tofu from the human body?
At this moment, everyone looked at Zhao Yufan with sympathy and fear. A golden dragon stick caused such terrible damage to the granite, so what would happen if it hit someone?
Suddenly, everyone thought of an important question, that is, Zhao Yufan will be hit with four golden dragon sticks, and three hundred sticks will be hit. His body may be able to withstand ten sticks, twenty sticks, or even one hundred sticks. Can you bear three hundred sticks?

Looking at the granite on the ground, everyone knows the answer is: no!
Zhao Yufan looked at Ma Santong with frowned eyebrows, his breathing became slightly short, and his heart was as cold as ice.His eyes fell on the ground, and his face became more solemn. The attack of the Golden Dragon Stick was too overbearing, and he didn't have the confidence to survive three hundred sticks.

Time is like running water, washing away everyone's tense nerves.

Four strong disciples holding golden dragon sticks stood around Zhao Yufan, glaring at him. They were waiting for Ma Santong's order.

"Execute!" Ma Santong's voice trembled slightly.

The four disciples got acquainted with each other, and the golden dragon stick danced in their hands with a "huhu" sound.

Suddenly, a golden shadow went straight to Zhao Yufan's back.

"Boom!" With a muffled sound, the golden dragon stick slammed down hard.

The moment the golden dragon stick hit Zhao Yufan, he flew straight up, and just as his feet left the ground, a golden dragon stick on the right hit his right waist with a "bang".

The four golden dragon sticks hit Zhao Yufan from all sides, causing him to writhe up and down in the shadow of the golden sticks.

Everyone saw Zhao Yufan being hit back and forth by four disciples like a ball.

Blood fluttered all over the sky, stick shadows crossed, and there were little spots of blood in the golden phantom. There was a muffled sound, and wisps of cold wind chilled the bone marrow.

Seeing the tragic scene, everyone around was terrified and couldn't bear to look directly at it. Han Bingyue and the others were full of murderous aura, and wanted to stop them, but they were stopped by law enforcement disciples.

Within ten meters of the place of criminal law, there were blood stains. Zhao Yufan in the shadow of the golden stick was like a gauze filled with blood, spattering drops of scarlet blood from the constant beating.

The four law enforcement disciples were dripping with blood, as if they were blood men.

The strangest thing was that Zhao Yufan didn't make any sound under this cruel beating.

Three hundred sticks are completed in 1 minute, which is equivalent to hitting five times in a second.

One minute later, Zhao Yufan fell into a pool of blood like a rotten tomato.

The disciples with weak hearts couldn't help vomiting, and the disciples with strong hearts also covered their mouths and backed away.

The scene was silent, and everyone's eyes fell on Zhao Yufan, thinking endlessly.

Han Bingyue and the others did not dare to go to see Zhao Yufan, they were worried that Zhao Yufan had already been killed.

Ma Santong's face turned red with excitement, as red as blood stains not far away, and his ferocious facial expression made one's hair stand on end.

Elder Yunhai sighed slightly, his eyes narrowed into a slit.

Elder Ji Bing looked gloomy, looked at the pool of blood, and asked uncertainly: "Dead?"

"Maybe," Elder Yunhai said leisurely, "If he dies, he will die. If he is not dead, it can only be said that the heavens favored him, and he should not die."

The four disciples holding golden dragon sticks looked calm, turned around and left. They had just taken a step when Han Bingyue, who was not far away, suddenly moved.

In an instant, several people galloped in front of the four disciples, each clapping their hands.

boom!boom!boom!boom!boom!boom!
The six palms of the six members of Han Bingyue hit the four disciples, and there were muffled sounds.

After the muffled sound, the golden dragon sticks in the hands of the four disciples fell off, and they also fell limp to the ground.

Can Yue took a step forward, and said coldly, "If you hurt Zhao Yufan, we will abolish your cultivation!"

It was hard for many people to comprehend that the few of them made a sudden move to abolish the cultivation of the four disciples, but this also showed Zhao Yufan's status in their hearts.

The cold wind blew, and a blood man suddenly stood up in the pool of blood.

The blood man was covered in blood, even his eyes were crimson, and the sly smile hanging from the corner of the blood-red mouth made people shudder even more.

(End of this chapter)