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Volume One: First Entering the Martial Arts Chapter 41: Divided by Thousands of Knives

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    Update time: 2013-02-19

    Escape!

    The bandit leader did not hesitate and immediately retreated to the rear.

    Ye Feng shook his head gently.

    Want to escape?

    ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? Unfortunately, you are too slow.

    Ye Feng's face turned cold, and he immediately stepped out of the ground, and crashed into the group of bandits who came to stop him. He swept the sledgehammer and immediately smashed the group of bandits into pieces. However, without any pause in his figure, he chased after him in a moment.  The bandit leader approached and held his neck in his hands.

    The bandit leader felt his neck tighten. In panic, he clenched his fists and blasted towards Ye Feng with all his strength.

    Bang, bang

    The fists hit the body with a bang bang sound.

    Ye Feng lifted his feet off the ground, looked at him indifferently, and let him attack without dodging.

    The strength of the leader of this little bandit group is only in the middle of the mortal level. His punches are no more than a thousand pounds and cannot break Ye Feng's defense at all. The force of his punches is like tickling Ye Feng, without even leaving any mark.

    Ye Feng raised the corners of his mouth, showing a smile, and said: "Can you please come with me, chief?"

    After saying that, he carried the bandit leader and rushed into the group of bandits again.

    After just a few breaths, the robbers' corpses were everywhere in the cottage. Under the bombardment of the giant hammer, the corpses of the robbers were shattered into pieces. The blood gushing out made the originally small cottage look as bright red as it had been washed away.

    The bandit leader watched helplessly as his bandit group was completely wiped out. He was horrified, but was powerless, so he had to struggle desperately, but Ye Feng's hands were like iron pliers, preventing him from breaking free.

    Ye Feng found a torch and burned the village to the ground, then carried the bandit leader to Chenjiacun.

    After returning to the village, he rushed directly to the village ancestral hall.

    The old village chief of Chenjia Village was discussing matters with several elders here. Seeing Ye Feng bring someone in, he showed a surprised expression and asked: "Brother Ye Feng, who is this?"

    Ye Feng smiled and said: "Old village chief, do you remember that a year ago, the joint hunting team from nearby villages rushed to the Wolong Mountains to hunt for first-level monsters. I hunted several snow foxes, but after leaving the forest, they were hunted by  A bandit group robbed it and killed more than twenty of us in the process? Thisis the leader of that bandit group."

    "What?" The old village chief looked at the bandit leader, his eyes suddenly widened and his body trembled slightly.

    The remaining old men were village chiefs of other villages. During the robbery, members of their villages were also killed.  At this moment, seeing the leader of the bandit group right in front of them, their reactions were surprisingly similar to those of the Chen family village chief. They all had their eyes wide open, as if their eyes were burning.

    "Bah!"

    "Bah!"

    ¡­¡­

    They didn¡¯t know how to vent their anger, so they all spat on the bandit leader in unison, and the pickled phlegm sprayed on the bandit leader¡¯s face.  The bandit leader knew that he could not escape, so he had no choice but to hang his head dejectedly and let them vent their anger.

    Ye Feng said: "Several village chiefs, I destroyed the bandit group in Mopan Mountain. This bandit leader has a blood feud with our village. I didn't dare to make any arbitrary claims, so I brought him back and handed him over to the village chiefs."

    "Okay!" The old village head of Chenjia Village stared at the bandit leader and said through gritted teeth, "I will immediately hold a village meeting and hand him over to the whole village to deal with him!"

    After half a stick of incense, the village square.

    ¡° Tens of thousands of people from tens of thousands of households in the village, whether men, women, adults or children, all gathered here. They were talking, whispering, and discussing with each other the purpose of the village chief¡¯s convening of the village meeting.  With the support of two young people, the village chief of the Chen family stood tremblingly on a high platform. The bandit leader had been tied down by Ye Feng with a strong thick iron rope. One end of the chain was tied to a chain that weighed more than 5,000 yuan.  On the stone weighing 5 kilograms, with the strength of the bandit leader in the mid-level mortal level, he could not break free at all.

    "Ahem" The village chief of the Chen family coughed violently. The villagers in the audience gradually silenced their voices and focused their eyes on the old villager, waiting for the village chief's next lecture.

    The village chief of the Chen family had accumulated strength for a long time and suddenly shouted loudly: "A year ago, the bandit group that killed more than twenty brothers in our hunting team was wiped out by Ye Feng. Their leader was captured by Ye Feng and brought back to the village.  It¡¯s right in front of you right now, at your disposal!¡±

    This shouting used all the strength of the old village chief, and his voice was high-pitched and angry, echoing over the entire square for a long time.

    The square suddenly became quiet.

    No one said a word, and the villagers even held their breath.

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    Slowly, a villager looked at the bandit leader with an angry expression and something in his eyes.Burn.

    The second villager looked at the bandit leader.

    The third, the fourth

    For a long time, all the villagers focused their attention on the bandit leader.

    But inside the venue, it was still extremely quiet.

    Slowly, a villager left silently.

    The second villager left silently.

    The third, the fourth

    Within a few breaths, the square was empty.

    The bandit leader who was tightly bound took a long breath and his expression softened. It was obvious that his tense nerves had completely relaxed.

    Ye Feng was leaning on the boulder, eyes slightly closed, expressionless.

    Before a volcano erupts, it is often extremely quiet. Just now, Ye Feng clearly saw uncontrollable anger in the eyes of the villagers.

    After a while, men poured out from all over the place, each holding a sharp knife in their hands. They still didn't say a word, but their faces were full of resentment.  Then, they spontaneously formed a long line in the square. The line of tens of thousands of people was like a swimming dragon, which looked spectacular.

    The number one man held the knife tightly and walked up to the bandit leader. In his frightened eyes, he lightly slashed his chest with the knife. Suddenly, a long and narrow gash appeared in the bandit leader's chest.

    Then, the man turned around and left, retreated to the other side of the square, and started to watch.

    The second man followed the same pattern and also made a wound on the bandit leader's body.

    The bandit leader already understood what was about to happen and struggled desperately, but the iron rope was as thick as an arm, how could he be allowed to break free?

    The third person, the fourth person

    The team moved forward slowly and orderly. When everyone passed the bandit leader, they made a small wound on his body with a knife.

    "ah¡ª¡ª"

    The horrified and painful roar of the bandit leader resounded over the square.

    One person, one knife, full of fun.

    After a thousand cuts, the robber leader¡¯s scream gradually became weaker.

    After two thousand cuts, he could no longer find a piece of intact skin on his body.

    After three thousand cuts, his whole body was dripping with blood, and three thousand wounds were crisscrossed all over his body, making him look like an evil ghost.

    With three thousand six hundred cuts, a villager gouged out his eyes.

    With the 3781st knife, a villager cut off his ear.

    With the 3900th knife, his nose was neatly cut off.

    With the 4100th blow, his tongue was pulled out and cut off at the root.

    This usually arrogant bandit leader, the only thought in his mind now is death.

    Die quickly!

    His breath was weak, his eyes could not see, his nose could not smell, and his ears could not hear. Blood was oozing from numerous small wounds all over his body, and his whole body was red. Every part of his body was like a knife or axe, and the pain was excruciating.

    It¡¯s a pity that he just won¡¯t die!

    And, whenever he was about to fall into chaos, villagers would light strong incense in front of him to wake him up again.

    At this moment, for him, every second is as long as a century.

    With the fifth thousand cuts, a piece of meat fell off from his abdomen, exposing his white ribs.

    With the six thousandth blow, the flesh on his legs had been removed.

    With the seventh thousand cuts, there was no more flesh to be found in any non-lethal parts of his body.

    He was so angry that his head hung limply, and his face was extremely pale due to severe blood loss.

    At this moment, he could barely feel the pain anymore.

    Because it hurts to the extreme.

    "It's a pity that he is still not dead."

    Until the last villager stood in front of him, his body twitched slightly.

    The villager had no expression on his face and made a final stab at his heart.

    He violently twitched and finally died completely.

    Ye Feng stood on one side and watched the whole process quietly, feeling deeply in his heart.

    This man has done evil all his life, and there are not even a thousand but eight hundred innocent villagers who died directly or indirectly in his hands.  Today, he finally paid the price for his "evil".

    Divided into pieces by a thousand cuts!

    A worthy death!

    The villagers avenged this blood feud with one knife each.

    The villagers stood quietly in the field, their eyes focused on Ye Feng, and suddenly a burst of neat and high-pitched shouts broke out:

    "Ye Feng! Yemaple¡­¡­"

    The sound shook the sky!
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