Almighty

"War, war!" The ancient and vicissitudes of voice slowly exploded, Yang Tian's eyes about to be unconscious suddenly glared, and his fighting spirit was overwhelming. As the voice grew louder, Yang Tian's eyes were red and unyielding. Thoughts rose to the sky.

"War!" Yang Tian suddenly roared to the sky, his black hair danced wildly, his eyes glowed like electricity, his whole body was energetic, and the invisible fighting spirit spread, and even the world lost its color.

The martial arts will is sublimating, Yang Tian feels like he has turned into a giant, that monstrous warfare will continue to erode his mind, he wants to fight all the wastes, and the martial arts mind is rapidly changing.

On the several disdainful faces nearby, slowly solidified, this shocking intent to fight, it was difficult for them to breathe under the pressure, the blood in the body could not be condensed in a short time, and endless panic rose in their hearts.

"What an amazing fighting spirit, what adventure did this kid get?" Wang Feng's expression changed drastically. This fighting intent was even shaken by his martial arts will. Yang Tian seemed to be an unattainable giant in front of him, his heart palpitating. Raw.

"Old dog, did you play well?" Yang Tian raised his head, his stern gaze flicked on Wang Feng's slightly startled face, his palm leaned forward and grabbed Wang Feng's arm.

"Dead!" Yang Tian roared again and again, supporting his tired body full of anger, he volleyed his arm in his hand and slammed it to the ground.

"Boom!" Yang Tian's speed was too fast, continuously rotating his arms and hitting the ground, accompanied by loud noises, the miserable howls exploded again and again.

Dust and smoke are everywhere, and blood blossoms bloom in the sky.

"It's ruthless." The disciples of the Xingchen Martial Arts Hall had chills in their hearts, and the deep fear in their eyes did not conceal the intensity of this fierceness.

"Quickly stop him, stop him!" Wang Xing was shocked and roared again and again, but quickly reacted, he jumped, and the strong wind smashed Yang Tian's body.

"Kachakacha!" Yang Tian fought hard and continued to rotate his arms. The bones in his body cracked one by one, and the blood kept overflowing. He was immediately dyed into a **** man, showing how much damage he suffered.

"Asshole, kill him, kill him!" Wang Feng's old face was distorted, and the heart-piercing pain in his body hit his mind, and Wang Feng's thigh bones were all broken.

The extremely rapid change made him a little uncomfortable, and Wang Feng's mind became darker and darker.

"Old dog, go to death." Yang Tian threw Wang Feng's body into the air, and he volleyed after him. Under Wang Feng's horrified gaze, Yang Tian blasted his head with a punch, and blood white bloomed in the air.

"Bang!" With the blood rain, the headless corpse fell, and the vitality in Wang Feng's body quickly dissipated, and the blood quickly stained the ground.

"The deputy curator is dead."

After a while, a group of disciples from the Xingchen Martial Arts Hall reacted, staring at each other, looking at the headless corpse on the ground, their legs and feet trembling. Fifteen disciples besieged Yang Tian. As a result, the deputy curator died, but they were intact. They couldn't believe how much punishment they would receive.

"Bang!" A whip kick kicked Wang Feng's abdomen, his body glide toward Wang Feng, and the ground was plowed into a long **** gully.

"Uncle is dead, what to do? What to do?..." Looking at Wang Feng's corpse with fearful eyes, Wang Xing shook his head sharply, and fell to the ground.

"Yang Tian... Yang Tian must die!" Wang Xing suddenly roared. As the second master of the martial arts, Wang Feng is about to break through to the half-step martial arts realm. Now Wang Feng is dead, and the Longxing Martial Arts Museum is in Kuangyun City. The prestige will be greatly reduced, and it is likely to become a second-rate martial arts hall.

When he moved his gaze to the front, he never noticed the slightest figure.

"Asshole, chase Lao Tzu, you must kill him, you must kill him!" Wang Xing's eyes were cracked, and his handsome face was distorted. His gaze fell on the path full of blood flowing out of the ground, and the roar fell. When he went down, his figure jumped up instantly and chased forward.

"Why are you stunned, don't chase." Watching Wang Xing disappear in front of his eyes madly, a leading man reacted and hurriedly roared and chased forward.

"Pl...Pl..."

The endless pursuit came, and Yang Tian traversed through the grass. Although he was about to run out of oil, his spiritual sense was extremely keen. He carefully avoided the boundary of the beast and ran deep into the jungle.

The Fierce Beast Mountain Range is a hundred miles deep, and the green sea is boundless. When the dusk is approaching, the fierce beasts resting during the day sneak out for food, and the roar of the fierce beasts continues to explode.

In a rocky ground, the ground was full of pits and pits, abrupt, heavy footsteps sounded, the camera zoomed in, and a staggering figure rushed forward, constantly coughing blood.

The sparse blood flowed from his body, Yang Tian's small face was pale and bloodless, and dozens of shocking blood holes on his body were amazing, and there was this shocking perseverance under the divine light that was about to collapse.

After running for an hour, the vitality in Yang Tian's body is getting weaker and weaker, and the blood in his body is about to dry up. If it is not treated in time, it is likely to have sequelae.

Wow!

The sound of gurgling water suddenly sounded, and Yang Tian's eyes immediately fell to the side of the river. He thought for a while, and then his eyes lit up.

There are blood stains all the way.

Wang Xing would definitely look for him along the bloodstains. Yang Tian didn't have too much time delay. He struggled physically. Yang Tian was severely injured. Of course he was not Wang Xing's opponent. He might be caught in the next moment.

In Yang Tian's eyes, a fierce desire for survival broke out. He kept squeezing the power in his body, and the blood that was about to dissipate in his body floated out little by little, Yang Tian strode forward.

Peng!

Coughing up blood all the way, Yang Tian jumped into the creek, following the rapids to flow down, feeling that the world is spinning in front of him, Yang Tian smiled bitterly, running all the way has consumed the healing pills.

"Father, mother, foster father, eldest brother, whether Xiaotian can survive today depends on today's good fortune." Yang Tian's last trace of consciousness fell into a deep sleep, he floated down with the rapids, and was swept away by the rapids soon .

About half an hour later, Wang Xing's group of people looked at the flowing stream with gloomy faces, and Yang Tian's bloodstains disappeared without a trace here.

Wang Xing rushed to the side of the river, staring solemnly at the blood still remaining on the bank, rubbing his palms with his hands restlessly, he suddenly had a hunch that Yang Tian would return.

"Along, you take someone along the shore to find him. You must catch him. Remember, you must see people when you die, and you must see the corpse when you die." Wang Xing looked back, looked at the group of people in front of him, and shouted coldly.

"It's the young master." The big man who was replaced by Aaron arched his hand, and immediately after he waved his arm, several figures searched along the river.

"You must find him." Hammering the tree, Wang Xing's face was full of panic. Wang Feng and his father had a very good relationship, and he would definitely endure the terrible anger when he returned to the family.