Chapter 112

Wheeze!

Suddenly, without waiting for Li Laosan's words to finish, ye Xuan's body did not move, his sword finger crossed the void, and an extremely terrible blood light burst out from his sword finger. Then, seeing that the smile on Li Laosan's face had not died, but his whole body was cut off at the waist and turned into two terrible bodies, soft enough to be on the high platform.

The dazzling blood and miserable corpses are the pictures presented in the eyes of thousands of executed prisoners, which also makes the whole playground strangely silent.

"Ah!"

After more than ten breaths, I don't know who sent out a scream, which completely broke the dead silence on the playground, and made these executed prisoners cry in fear. When they looked at Ye Xuan, they finally showed a trace of fear.

Step - step - step.

The wind is light, the clouds are light, and the fine dust is not stained. Ye Xuan walks on the high platform. With his every step, he seems to step on the tip of the hearts of these prisoners, which makes them feel difficult to breathe.

"In my opinion, ye Xuan, you are all waste, scum, scum and maggots in the septic tank." Ye Xuan's voice was cold, without any emotion. His eyes at these prisoners were full of disdain.

As ye Xuan's voice fell, the faces of thousands of executed prisoners changed. Some people took out sharp weapons made of toothbrushes from their arms and looked at Ye Xuan with extremely fierce eyes

Although Ye Xuan showed a bloody picture, they didn't scare these people. After all, they were all dying people. They were already ready to die, and they weren't afraid to fight ye Xuan.

"My Lord, don't think you're an ancient martial artist. Killing a Li Laosan will make us afraid. Let's talk about your purpose of appearing here." The young man with gold wire glasses walked out and looked at Ye Xuan with a look of doubt.

Ye Xuan could see that the young man was a very deep figure in the city, which made him nod with a little satisfaction and said, "you are very good, not as stupid as them."

When ye Xuan said this, he looked at these executed prisoners with a look-up attitude. His voice was strange and gloomy: "I'm here today to play a game with you."

"The rules of this game are very simple. There is no time limit. Take this playground as the boundary. You more than 1000 people fight each other. No matter what means and methods you use, as long as you kill your companions, the first 100 people who can survive will become the final winner."

Ye Xuan said here, his voice was a little, and his face became more and more strange. He said: "of course, this game naturally has the reward you want. The 100 people who survive will not be executed, and will leave this prison with me. Since then, he has become my walking dog of ye Xuan."

As ye Xuan's words fell, thousands of executed prisoners became silent, but the voice of panting kept coming from the crowd, and an extremely depressed atmosphere grew in the crowd.

How important is life?

No one wants to die if they don't come to a desperate situation, and these condemned prisoners are no exception.

"How can we trust you?"

"Don't believe him. He's asking us to kill each other."

After silence, someone refuted Ye Xuan.

"You are all mortals. You have no choice. Believe it or not, it's all up to you."

"Now, the game begins!"

Like the devil's temptation and guidance, ye Xuan's smile is strange and gloomy, which also makes the whole playground fall into a repressive atmosphere again. More people quickly keep a distance from the people around them, and their faces are full of vigilance.

"Second, you and I are sworn brothers. Why are you so far away from me? Do you really believe this man's nonsense?"

In a remote corner, a dark skinned man angrily scolded a young man with a sad look on his face.

"Big... Big brother... I...!"

Looking at the man's sad appearance, the young man bit his lips and looked guilty in his eyes.

Yes, this is his eldest brother who has been sworn in for ten years. What's the matter with him?

Don't you trust your brother?

Looking at the young man's guilty face, the big man smiled boldly, strode towards the young man and said, "do you remember, second brother, when you and I married a golden orchid, we swore together not to live on the same day in the same year, but to die on the same day in the same month in the same year. Even if we were sentenced to death, we would still be a hero eighteen years later. Brother never regretted meeting you."

"Brother, I'm wrong. I shouldn't doubt you."

Listening to the heroic words of the big man, the young man was in turmoil, choked directly, strode forward and knelt down in front of the big man, leaving tears of guilt in his eyes.

"Second brother!"

The big man's face was still heroic, as if he had long forgotten his life and death. He stretched out his palm and pressed it on the young man's shoulder, as if to help him get up, but at this time, a cruel sneer came out of the corner of the big man's mouth.

Click!

It is vicious and fast as the wind. It doesn't wait for the youth to respond. The big man's generous palm is like two iron pliers, which are directly pinched on the youth's neck. Under the action of a huge force, the youth's neck is irregularly twisted, and a large amount of blood foam overflows from the corners of his mouth.

"Oh... Oh!"

The young man's eyes were frightened and stared at the sworn brother in front of him. His body was constantly twitching and struggling. But the big man's face was ferocious and his hands twisted the young man's neck hard. His eyes were crazy and excited.

"Die, die."

The big man laughed wildly, and his eyes were crazy. He said, "I'm sorry, second brother. Brother doesn't want to, but he can't hope to survive until he kills you first. Don't you think so?"

The young man struggled in pain. He wanted to roar, and he wanted to roar. But as the strength in the big man's hand became stronger and stronger, the young man could obviously feel that his throat bone was breaking and his tongue was already long and stretched out, which was a situation of death.

If the young man had known this would be the result, he would have started first, but there was no regret medicine to sell in the world, and his final outcome could only be broken by his so-called sworn brother.

Unwilling, angry, resentful and regretful, with these complex emotions, the young man was stiff and finally lost his breath. He just stared at his death to prove how he could not close his eyes.

Bang!

The big man threw the young man's body to the ground like garbage, and his face was even more cruel and fierce. He looked around at the many prisoners present, and then quickly took out two chopsticks from his arms. The sharp wooden tip seemed to be blooming bloodthirsty light, and he was cautious and cruel to prevent the rest of the prisoners.

Such a scene naturally falls into the eyes of thousands of prisoners. It is also because of this scene that the prisoners present are completely chaotic, and the trust between people is gone. Everyone quickly keeps a distance from the people around him. Even if his brothers are there, they don't trust each other.