"Now that you know that your brother Lin Tingfeng started this whole thing, what do you plan to do with yourself?"

He raised his head slightly, and the coldness on his face that had eased suddenly turned cold again.

The voice was hard and hard, making people who heard it feel chilled.

"I am willing to go to Duan Nianfeng and think about my faults in front of the wall." It is necessary for an elder who has done something wrong to face the wall and think about his faults. Such punishment is necessary.

But Lin Ting'ao had murderous intentions just now, thinking that Ye Zhikuang and Baili Xuan would seal the road to death.

If this person just faces the wall and thinks about his mistakes, he will definitely become a great disaster to Ye Yun Sect in the future.

"Duan Nianfeng can forgive your crime of murder by facing the wall and thinking about your faults. Then this Ye Yunzong is really hopeless." Ye Zhikuang said softly to himself.

Although her words were directed at Lin Ting'ao, she didn't say them too loudly.

After hearing this, Murong Fu couldn't help but frown, glanced at her, and quickly moved his gaze to Lin Ting'ao: "If I hadn't come, would Ye Zhikuang and Baili Xuanfeng have died in your hands long ago?

inside."

Ye Zhikuang smiled, but didn't say anything. This man handled this matter fairly.

Lin Ting'ao replied: "No, I have no intention of killing them."

"What a joke, Baili was beaten to the ground, and you said you had no intention of killing. That fire-spreading skill burned your heart. You said you had no intention of killing. Elder Lin, what kind of person can you be considered as a person who has no intention of killing?

Heart, will I be beaten alive or dead by you, or will I be completely destroyed by you?"

Ye Zhikuang stared at Lin Tingao indifferently and asked?

"Ye Zhikuang, don't go out there and rant. If I had murderous intentions, how could you cut off my hand? But you, if Elder Murong hadn't come here, I'm afraid you would have killed me."

Lin Tingao refuted strongly.

If a person who is an internal leader within a sect, especially an elder, kills innocent people indiscriminately in his sect, not only will his position be unsafe, but he will also be expelled from the sect.

He, Lin Tingao, had worked hard for this position for many years. How could he allow everything he had worked hard to be reduced to nothing because of Ye Zhikuang's appearance?

"As you said, if I really want to kill you, I won't cut off one of your arms, but dig out your heart. The purpose of destroying your hands is out of instinct for self-preservation. If I don't do this, I will die.

That’s me.”

Ye Zhikuang's eyes turned cold, and his heart-wrenching words fell heavily on Lin Ting'ao, making him breathless.

However, he hasn't finished yet: "Elder Lin, this arm of yours is the only one that can use fire spreading skills. When I cut off your hand, your fire spreading skills were at their peak and strongest."

"Because you were suddenly cut down by my sword, your fire-spreading skill was not restrained in time, and it was counterattacked, burning half of your broken arm."

Ye Zhikuang said as he spread the clothes with the broken arm.

Sure enough, as she said, the fire-spreading technique burned half of his arm to rot, exposing the white bones.

"If you hadn't been so powerful in your fire spreading skills, your broken arm wouldn't have turned into this after I chopped it off."

After saying this, she brought her arm with the sword in front of him.

A strong stench hit my nose.

Lin Tingao turned his face away in disgust and avoided the rather scary severed arm.

Murong Fu had a faint smile in his eyes, but his face was extremely serious.
Chapter completed!