Rao is like this, the Jin Batian is still struggling to turn over, his face is twisted by pain, but he still struggles to hold on to the weeds on the ground with both hands, and climbs up the mountain, although he knows that he has no way to escape, the instinct for survival keeps urging him to escape from here.

The cold air in Wu Feng's eyes became more and more solemn, as if the air around him was frozen by the cold in his eyes, Wu Feng clenched his fists and slowly approached Jin Batian, Jin Batian's heart was beating wildly, and his mind was full of Wu Feng's footsteps getting closer and closer, the sound was like the sound of a black and white impermanence gong, Jin Batian grabbed the weeds on the ground, his body just climbed up halfway, but he slipped down from the middle of the road, he turned his head to look at Wu Feng, and saw the frost in Wu Feng's eyes and his resolute steps, His heart was completely chaotic, and the domineering spirit that had been condensed for many years was gone, and he cried like a beggar, and he cried in a trembling voice: "Don't come...... I beg you...... Don't come here......"

It was useless, Wu Feng's footsteps were still approaching him step by step, and finally, Wu Feng walked to Jin Batian's side, stood still, and just looked at Jin Batian with a pair of cold eyes, and there was a kind of frost called hatred in those eyes, like the cold and whistling north wind in the cold winter wax moon.

Jin Batian was still desperately climbing up, and his hands were cut by thorns in the mountains and forests, and the blood stained the ground red.

Jin Batian couldn't climb anymore, he was frightened, he was frightened by Wu Feng's cold eyes, although he didn't dare to look at Wu Feng's eyes, the back of his head couldn't help but tingle for a while, and he seemed to smell a trace of death, just like the smell of his big knife when it once slashed the necks of those innocent people.

His body trembled unconsciously, and he struggled to get up, his face full of flesh and tears.

"Poof", Jin Batian knelt on the ground, kneeling in front of Wu Feng, this person who had been kneeled by countless people, who had been begged by countless people and eager to spare their lives, this high-ranking bandit leader, actually knelt down.

"This grandfather...... You have a lot of ...... You will spare my golden tyrant's life...... You say I'll give you whatever you want...... I have a lot of silver, all for you, as long as you spare my dog's life, I will listen to you whatever you ask me to do......"

Jin Batian knelt in front of Wu Feng, kowtowing like pounding garlic, smashing the ground with a bang.

Wu Feng took a deep breath, his voice was cold and abnormal, and he suddenly said, "Jin Batian, have you ever thought that you would have such a day?" When those innocent people kneel in front of you, have you ever thought about letting them live? ”

Jin Batian didn't seem to hear Wu Feng's question, he just kowtowed to Wu Feng, Wu Feng took a step closer to Jin Batian, suddenly raised his palm, the feminine palm moved with the wind, and the surrounding air seemed to be bulging, just at this time, Jin Batian suddenly raised his head, he didn't know when he held a dagger in his hand, aimed at Wu Feng's chest, jumped up violently, and stabbed towards Wu Feng's chest.

Wu Feng seemed to have expected that he would suddenly attack, his body flashed, and he grabbed Jin Batian's arm, and then used his palm to exert force, using ten percent of his strength, only to hear a crisp "click", and one of Jin Batian's arms was crushed by Wu Feng.