Chapter 139: Horror

"Bu Tian!! I ask you!" Pan Gaofeng was very angry, Bu Tian completely ignored himself, let alone take care of it, he didn't even look at it, he really damn it. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"Da ......" At the same second, Bu Tian was a cold look, and under the watchful eyes of everyone, he walked towards Wang Yang step by step.

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no......, no I...... I ......"

Seeing Butian walking towards him, he didn't know why, he felt scared inexplicably, and he cried involuntarily, and his body retreated even more frantically.

Bu Tian didn't say a word, buried his head and continued to walk towards him.

"Damn! This kid is too arrogant, does he want to commit murder in front of us?!" Pan Gaofeng's face was hideous, his eyes were firmly fixed on Butian, and he followed.

"Sect Master, what now?" asked Great Elder Wang Zhan.

"Butian, you stand for me!! on the territory of my Blue Wolf Gate, I can't tolerate your arrogance!" Lin Cangwolf frowned, and then shouted loudly, his voice full of the smell of slaughter.

However......

In the face of Lin Cangwolf's angry shouting, Bu Tian still remained silent and ignored, as if he was deaf and dumb.

At the same time, he was already standing in front of Wang Yang.

"A palm!" Wang Yang's teeth creaked, and he finally couldn't control it.

He jerked his head up, and the light in his frightened eyes turned into madness.

Under the ultimate threat of death, fear can be turned into motivation.

Wang Yang is worthy of being the inner genius of the Blue Wolf Gate. The strength is really not bad.

This palm, whether it is strength, momentum or rhythm, can be said to have reached a state of perfection.

But!

He was facing Butian.

"Looking for !! Death"

Seeing that palm was about to arrive in front of Butian's eyes. Abruptly, Butian's eyes suddenly expanded.

The cold color in his eyes is like a knife turned into a substance, cutting forward and penetrating into the heart.

Moreover, the sound under the roar of the tiger that rolled out was buzzing in Wang Yang's mind like the bell of heaven and earth.

Wang Yang was so frightened that his palms trembled. Even both ears are bleeding.

Between the lightning and flint, Butian's skillful Eight Desolations had already burst out furiously.

Rumble!

punched hard, and Wang Yang's palm was firmly opposed.

I didn't move. Standing there, it looks like a majestic mountain.

And Wang Yang spurted out a mouthful of blood fiercely, and his body was about to fly upside down.

Bu Tian grabbed Wang Yang's arm with one hand, and the other fist came down from above. Bang out.

It's like a huge force. broke Wang Yang's shoulder at once, and smashed him to his knees!

"Ahhh......hhh Don't ...... No...... No...... Sect Master, save me, woo woo woo...... Sect Master, save me!"

Wang Yang screamed frantically, raising his head, his eyes were already bloodshot.

He looked at Butian. It was as if looking at Shura, and his heart was about to be shattered with fright.

The entire martial arts training ground. There was still silence.

None of the disciples of the Blue Wolf Sect dared to speak, all of them turned slightly pale, and they stood there, as if they had lost their souls.

Start in the next second.

Bu Tian punched out suddenly, not containing any martial arts, just ordinary fists.

One punch after another smashed on Wang Yang's head, but he controlled the power and would not kill him with one punch.

In an instant, it was already more than ten punches, and Wang Yang's head was like a pig's head.

His cries were hoarse, and he began to beg for mercy, admit his mistakes, and speak without choice.

"Damn!!" couldn't help it, Wu Yin, the third elder of the Blue Wolf Sect, couldn't help it anymore, and glanced at the sect leader Lin Cangwolf anxiously: "Sect Master, Wang Yang is a disciple of the Blue Wolf Sect......!

Lin Cangwolf was silent.

Wu Yin snorted, and then, his body flashed, and he arrived not far from Butian's side.

At this moment, the four fifth-level demon beasts such as Shengyuan and Qingyan all looked at the Imperial Spirit and Red Blood, as if they were asking if they wanted to stop Wu Yin.

The Imperial Spirit shook his head playfully.

"Stop!!" Wu yelled angrily.

"Bumper Bumper ......" Butian was still waving his fists as if he couldn't hear it.

"I'll tell you to stop!" Wu Yin's voice was already uncontrollable with killing intent.

"Bumper Bumper ......" Butian still waved his fist.

"Give me death! A thousand swords are missing, broken!" Wu took out his hand.

The long sword in his hand suddenly flipped over, and the gray-black sword was resolutely unsheathed.

Swish!

The sword light was dazzling, and a fierce sword intent rippled around.

Wu Yin ran the dantian, his arm was full of vitality, and thousands of forces were concentrated on one point, and then he swung his sword violently.

Suddenly, a gray-black sword light, like a life-threatening light, went crazy at a terrifying speed.

"Ten Thousand Tribulations!" At the same second, Bu Tian summoned Ten Thousand Tribulations.

After an instant, the momentum on Butian's body was like a rising tide, frantically accumulating and surging......

With just a few breaths, he actually reached the peak of the ninth layer of creation.

The peak realm of the ninth layer of creation is actually two small levels higher than Wu Yin.

Like a ghost, Bu Tian turned around slightly, and saw that the sword was in front of him......

"The !! of the Silenced Hand"

His throat twitched, he whispered, and slammed his palm out.

The palm print was blood-colored, and it looked like a red glow, and it was very weird!

As soon as the palm came out, everyone was shocked, even Lin Cangwolf felt a trace of danger.

The most incredible thing is that after Bu Tian slapped out, he was completely desperate, his face was pale, and he turned his head again and continued his fist.

Bu Tian didn't care at all who was stronger and who was weak after the collision between his palm and Wu Yin's sword?

Don't care if Wu Yin will make another move?

That arrogant attitude has evolved the mad word to the extreme.

The sound of banging fists sounded again.

Bumper Bumper ......

All at once, it was so clear that it was chilling.

And at this moment, under the attention of everyone, what was infinitely shocking was that the blood-colored palm print touched the gray and black sword, as if a tiger had come down the mountain and met a flock of sheep.

It was so relaxed that there was not even a sound of collision, and the sword was directly annihilated.

Wu Yin's face changed wildly, and he felt the danger, the ultimate danger of death.

He subconsciously turned around and fled, and shouted loudly: "Sect Master!! save me......"

But, these are useless.

The silent hand, the abrupt acceleration, was faster than the previous speed, which was completely unreasonable.

After a breath.

The hand of silence was imprinted on Wu Yin's chest.

A clear and deeply blood-colored palm print, like a seal seal, was engraved on Wu Yin's chest.

Touch!!!

Immediately after, Wu Yin did not have the slightest sign of struggle before death, and fell directly to the ground and died.

At this moment, a cold wind blew through, blowing how many disciples of the Blue Wolf Sect present trembled physically and mentally.

The three elders Wu Yin are all dead?! Being killed by Butian so easily, it was as easy as slaughtering chickens and dogs.

This...... This...... Is this true?

Fifth Elder Zhao Tong, Seventh Elder Pan Gaofeng, and Eighth Elder Yang Wuxiang all trembled uncontrollably, trembling in horror and sweating.

They also wanted to stop Butian before, but in the end, it was the Third Elder Wu Yin who took the lead.

Their strength is much worse than that of Wu Yin, and they are in the hands of Butian...... Chickens and dogs are not as good!

Fortunately, fortunately, there was no action!

(To be continued.) )