Chapter 753 Masochism Next

"Help him choose a way to die?"

Dong Dazhuang repeated Ye Tian's words and couldn't believe his ears for a moment.

Just a few minutes ago, he thought he was going to die in this place, but just a few minutes later, the wind and clouds suddenly changed. Ye Tian suddenly killed him like a heavenly soldier.

It's just that although Dong Dazhuang hates Ito Shashu, he is different from ordinary people in Hongmen. Strictly speaking, he is not even a person from Hongmen.

Because Dong Shenghai did not want this only grandson to join Hongmen, he did not even pass on his kung fu by family. In a sense, Dong Dazhuang is definitely a good student with excellent character and learning.

So when Ye Tian asked him to choose Ito's life and death, Dong Dazhuang was a little dumbfounded for a moment. The most passionate thing he had ever done in his life was just a punch to bleed his classmate's nose when he was in elementary school.

"Ling Chi, kill him alive!"

While Dong Dazhuang was still shocked, the middle-aged man beside him struggled to sit up and shouted, "My brother and brother have died in his hands. We must let him die!"

"Are you?" Ye Tian was stunned when he heard the words. This man's face was four or five points similar to Dong Dazhuang's. Is it Dong Shenghai's son?

"My name is Dong Tianyi, and I'm Da Zhuang's uncle."

Dong Tianyi looked sad, tilted over his body and knelt on the ground. He kowtowed heavily to Ye Tian and said, "There are 38 people in the Dong family. Da Zhuang and I are still alive. Master, you want to avenge us!"

"There are 38 people in the whole family. Only two people survived, is it really a annihilation?!" There was a murderous intention in Ye Tian's eyes. He nodded slightly and said, "As you wish. He will be delayed!"

"Baga, Chinese... arrogant!"

Few people over the age of 70 in Japan do not understand Chinese, especially the various families in Japan, which regards Chinese as a compulsory language, so the dialogue between Dong Tianyi and Ye Tian. Sasaki Ito can fully understand.

Although Ye Tian's thunderous lightning means chilled Ito Shashu's heart, the fierceness in the bones of the Japanese made Ito Shashu feel a sense of shame because of fear.

"Kill!"

Ito Sasuki stepped on the steps at the foot of Ito Sasuki. Lightning rushed to Ye Tian, muttering four or five meters away from Ye Tian, his body suddenly jumped high, and he held a knife in his hands and raised his head, full of momentum.

While Ito Sashou was doing it, the Japanese who were originally scattered around also let out a howling sound in their mouths. They each pulled out the samurai sword at their waist and surrounded Ye Tian.

"Baga, go to hell!"

Japanese kendo is the most powerful. Under the pressure of Ye Tian's invisible pressure, Ito Sasaki felt that this knife was the peak of his lifelong force, and there was no way to stop him in the world.

"Jumping clown!" Ye Tian's nose let out a sneer. How dare he show off in front of himself even the knife method that has not been formed?

Ye Tian did not interrupt Ito Shashu's momentum at all, until the murderous knife came in front of him, and Ye Tiantian stretched out the two fingers of his right hand.

Yes, it's the index finger and the middle finger. Just like picking vegetables with chopsticks, Ye Tian's two fingers were closed, and the knife in the sky suddenly stagnate, and even the body that jumped up with Ito Shashu was pulled down by Ye Tian.

The top edge of the samurai sword is only an inch long from Ye Tian's eyebrows, but no matter how hard Ito Shashu works, the samurai sword seems to be burned together with Ye Tian's fingers, and can't even move a millimeter.

However, at this time, six or seven samurai swords were cut down at Ye Tian at the same time.

The Siberian people brought by Ito Shashu this time are all good hands in the family. They are extremely tenacious. The killing caused by Ye Tian just made their hearts fluctuate.

"As soon as you are innate, you will have a different path!"

Feeling the murderous atmosphere from the top of his head, Ye Tian shook his head slightly. If it had been put a year ago, Ye Tian could only let go of his fingers and retreat all the way, but now, it is difficult for these cold weapons to cause harm to him.

"Dang...Dangdang!"

The two fingers of his right hand were still holding Ito's samurai sword, but Ye Tian's left hand was raised, and his arm fainted a white luster. He greeted him with a sound of metal attack.

The person holding the knife only felt a strong force coming, which made their hands numb and could no longer hold the handle of the knife. Six or seven knives were high and shocked into the air.

Ye Tian's left arm was safe and sound, and even his sleeves were not broken. The action seemed to be driving away a few insignificant flies.

"Let go, too!"

Ye Tian clamped the right wrist of the blade and swung it slightly. A dark force was transmitted directly from the body of the knife to the handle of the knife. The samurai sword made of fine steel suddenly became twisted and trembled like a snake.

Ito Sasuki felt as hot as grabbing a piece of charcoal in his hands. With Ye Tian's voice, he hurriedly loosened his hands and looked down. The tiger's mouth in his hand was cracked, and the thumb joint had been broken.

After taking the samurai sword, Ye Tian's right hand shook again. The knife bent as if it was spiritual, and the hilt was sent to Ye Tian's left hand.

"Kill!"

Ye Tian let out a shout, and his left hand waved out like lightning, and a white gas with a length of three meters appeared at the front end of the blade of the samurai sword.

"Puff, phip..."

Several muffled sounds came out, and the seven or eight people who were originally around Ye Tian felt a cold in their neck, and their minds became blurred.

Because Ye Tian's knife was too fast, only a red line appeared on the necks of several people. After a few seconds, the eight catties of head fell from the necks of several people, and a blood arrow rushed to the sky.

"Ba Ga!"

Seeing what happened in front of him, it was Ito's turn to crack his eyes. The people who followed him to Siberia this time were all family elites, including his own grandchildren.

However, just as Ye Tian waved his hand, Ito Shashu was forever separated from them, and the blood gushed out of his standing body, which blurred Ito Shashu's sight.

"It's your turn, but you won't die in so much pain!"

Ye Tian turned his face and looked at Ito Shashu. Although there was already a river of blood around him, Ye Tian's body was not stained at all, and he was blocked by the body protection.

"No...no, you can't kill me!"

Perhaps the belief in his heart was completely destroyed by the killing in front of him. Ito Sasaki hurriedly retreated, but he was tripped by something under his feet and staggered to the ground. "Everyone in the world can't be killed. What are you?"

Ye Tian waved a knife, and Ito Shashu, who was sitting on the ground, only found that his ears were cold. When he touched them with his hand, the two ears had disappeared, and the blood flowed down his ears.

"No!" Seeing Ye Tian cut another knife, Ito Sasaki grabbed it and raised the man who had just tripped him over his head.

"This man is not a good thing. If you die, you will die!"

Ye Tian's eyes condensed and found that the man who was blocked by Ito Shashu was the Russian general before. The samurai sword in his hand continued to split without any hesitation.

Anyway, Ye Tian had killed the people of the special forces team before, and then killed an old man. Ye Tian did not have any psychological burden.

When Ye Tian entered this training camp, he had already planned to wash this place with blood. Except for Dong Dazhuang, he did not leave a living person, and it was impossible for the Russian military to trace himself.

The blade did not get in the slightest delay. It scratched through Lofsky's waist like cutting tofu. The internal organs were mixed with blood, and it immediately poured on Ito Shashu's face.

Ye Tian's wrist turned left and right like lightning, and Ito Sashu let out a miserable howl in his mouth. His hands and ten fingers were all cut off by Ye Tian's body against Lofsky.

"Look at it, the revenge of the Dong family, I will avenge it for you!"

Holding a samurai sword about 1.2 meters long in one hand, Ye Tian's movements waved up and down like a ox. Pieces of meat the size of a thumb nail kept flying in the air, mixed with the fierce howling of Ito Shashu in the middle.

Every time Ye Tian cuts off a piece of Ito sand tree, he will spend a wisp of truth to protect his heart.

So although Ito Sasuki is bleeding all over his body, he is sober. He can clearly feel every trace of pain from his body. This endless torture makes him want to die immediately.

After just a few minutes, except for the intact skin on Ito Shashu's face, he has become a bloody person, and his whole body is covered with fishing net-like wounds, and there is no trace of good meat.

Dong Tianyi's uncle and nephew next to him had already looked straight. Even if there was all kinds of hatred in his heart, Ye Tian's way of killing still made them sick, and there was a sour water in their stomach.

With Franz lying more than ten meters away, his eyes were full of panic, and the pain of the smashing of the bones of his limbs could not suppress the fear in his heart. He never thought that there was such a cruel way to die in the world?

"Huh? It seems a little wrong!"

Ye Tian suddenly had a warning sign in his heart. He felt as if something had gone wrong. He quickly released his mind, but found that there was no living person in the whole barracks except for the playground he was in.

"I still need to get out of here as soon as possible..." Ye Tian's right hand kept stopping, but there was a hexagram in his mind, and he found that the hexagram was under the bottom, which was very dangerous.

At the same time, there was also a noise three or four hundred meters outside the barracks. The troops that had just surrounded the training camp surrounded them again. Perhaps the fierce gunfire alarmed them.

"Take this head with you and keep it to pay tribute to your family!"

A cold light passed by, the howling in Ito's mouth stopped abruptly, and the white-haired head fell at Dong Dazhuang's feet.

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