The faces of Han Bingyue and others were solemn, and they opened their mouths to say something, but were stopped by Zhao Yufan's eyes.
Ma Santong curled his lips, looked at Zhao Yufan indifferently, and said leisurely: "According to the records of Qinglan Sect, the total number of people who were tortured with three hundred golden dragon sticks was eighteen, of which ten died during torture and five died of death."
After their execution, three died within one year of their execution.”
"You are committing murder," Han Bingyue said coldly, the bone-chilling chill radiating from her body made people shudder.
Mo Qi lowered 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 squeezed out a sentence through his teeth: "If anything happens to Zhao Yufan, you will be Lin Yu's life and death enemy from now on."
Lin Tao looked arrogant and said with disgust: "The elder of the Qinglan Sect is despicable and despicable."
Tie Yunshan's eyes widened, his face flushed with anger, and he hesitated for a long time before saying: "You are so shameless."
Finally, Canyue looked at a group of elders and said coldly: "If Zhao Yufan dies, I will leave Qinglan Sect."
Hearing Canyue's words, Elder Yunhai and Elder Jingbing frowned slightly.
Elder Yunhai was silent for a moment and said without any doubt: "This is the decision of all the elders of the Law Enforcement Hall, and no one is allowed to 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.
Each held a 1.5-meter golden dragon stick in his hand.
The golden dragon stick was as thick as an adult's arm, and the sun shone brightly on them.
On it, streaks of golden light are reflected.
The four of them stood silently in front of Zhao Yufan with ferocious looks on their faces, and violently spun the golden dragon stick.
The golden dragon stick rotated rapidly in their hands, forming a golden halo, and the sound of air flow "whirring".
Everyone looked at the four disciples in astonishment, wondering 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 string of phantoms and hit the ground hard.
"Pa" A uniform crisp sound reached everyone's ears, smoke and dust rose from the ground, and countless crushed stone debris flew out.
After the smoke and dust cleared, everyone looked at the ground, their expressions became dumbfounded, and their hearts were deeply shocked.
They thought that the ground would fall apart under the blow of the golden dragon stick, but the ground only showed four stick marks, which were about 20 centimeters deep, and there were no cracks in the surrounding ground.
Everyone knows very well that only strong force can cause such an attack.
Generally, a strong attack will cause large-scale damage, and a more violent attack will concentrate all the force on one point, which is the attack just now.
The ground here is paved with granite, which is as hard as steel.
However, it is vulnerable to a blow from the golden dragon stick, as if it is tofu.
Granite is tofu, so what is the difference between tofu and the human body?
At this moment, everyone looked at Zhao Yufan with eyes full of sympathy and fear.
A golden dragon stick had caused such horrific damage to the granite, so what would happen if it hit a person?
Suddenly, everyone thought of an important issue, that is, Zhao Yufan will face four golden dragon sticks, and three hundred sticks.
His body may be able to withstand ten sticks, twenty sticks, or even a hundred sticks, but it can Can you bear three hundred sticks?
Looking at the granite on the ground, everyone knew the answer was: No
Zhao Yufan frowned and looked at Ma Santong, his breathing became slightly rapid, and his heart was as cold as ice.
His eyes fell to the ground, and his face became more solemn.
The attack of the golden dragon stick was too overbearing, and he had no confidence to survive the three hundred sticks.
Time is like running water, washing away everyone's tense nerves.
Four muscular disciples holding golden dragon sticks stood around Zhao Yufan, glaring angrily.
They were waiting for Ma Santong to give orders.
"Execute" Ma Santong's voice trembled slightly.
The four disciples glanced at each other, and the golden dragon stick danced in their hands and made a whirring sound.
Suddenly, a golden shadow went straight to Zhao Yufan's back.
There was a muffled sound of "bang", and the golden dragon stick hit hard.
The moment the golden dragon stick hit Zhao Yufan, he flew up.
Just when his feet had just left the ground, a golden dragon stick on the right hit his right waist with a "bang" sound.
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Four golden dragon sticks hit Zhao Yufan from all sides, causing his whole body 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 was flying all over the sky, stick shadows intertwined, little bits of blood flickered in the golden shadows, a muffled sound was heart-wrenching, and wisps of cold wind penetrated the bone marrow.
The tragic scene made everyone around them tremble with fear and couldn't bear to watch.
Han Bingyue and the others were filled with murderous intent and wanted to stop them, but they were intercepted by the 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, and drops of scarlet blood were sprayed out from the constant blows.
The four law enforcement disciples were covered in blood, as if they were bloody men.
The most bizarre thing was that Zhao Yufan didn't make any sound under such brutal beating.
Three hundred sticks are completed in one minute, which is equivalent to five strikes in one second.
A minute later, Zhao Yufan fell into a pool of blood like a rotten tomato.
The disciples who were weak at heart couldn't help but vomited, and the disciples who were strong at heart also covered their mouths and retreated.
The scene was silent, and everyone's eyes fell on Zhao Yufan, thinking endlessly.
Han Bingyue and others did not dare to go forward to see Zhao Yufan.
They were worried that Zhao Yufan had been killed.
Ma Santong's excited face turned red, as red as a blood stain not far away, and his ferocious facial expression made people's hair stand on end.
Elder Yunhai sighed slightly and narrowed his eyes.
Elder Jing Bing's face was gloomy, he looked at the pool of blood and asked uncertainly: "Dead?"
"Maybe," Elder Yunhai said leisurely: "If he dies, he will die.
If he doesn't die, I can only say that the sky is favoring him and he should not die."
The four disciples holding golden dragon sticks looked calm and turned around to leave.
As soon as they took a step, Han Bingyue and the others not far away suddenly started to move.
In an instant, several people rushed to the four disciples and each slapped a palm. bang bang bang bang bang bang The six palms of Han Bingyue's six people hit the four disciples, making a muffled sound immediately.
After a muffled sound, the golden dragon sticks in the hands of the four disciples fell off, and they fell limply to the ground.
Canyue took a step forward and said coldly: "If you hurt Zhao Yufan, we will destroy your cultivation."
A few of them suddenly took action and destroyed the cultivation of four disciples.
This was something that many people could not understand, but it also showed Zhao Yufan's status in their minds.
The cold wind blew, and a bloody man suddenly stood up from the pool of blood.
The bloody man was covered in blood, even his eyes were red, and the sly smile hanging from the corner of his blood-red mouth made people shudder
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