Immortal Emperor returns to be a grandpa

Chapter 907 Choose a dead end

"This is the supreme treasure, Gale Wind Knife. According to rumors, even the wind can split like cloth."

Storyteller, for some things, he always knows more than ordinary people. When the old storyteller saw the knife in Baili Buddha's hand, he couldn't help exclaiming,
The girl storyteller also looked at Wu Tian worriedly, thinking that this man is good at everything, but he is too impulsive.

When dealing with a person like Baili Futu, one should deal with him slowly, instead of tearing one's face apart all at once.

But now, it was too late to say anything, Baili Futu's knife was already in his hand, a terrifying killing intent completely enveloped Wu Tian.

"I'll let you know what hell is."

On the pirate ship, Baili Futu sneered, with a knife in hand, he finally jumped off the deck and came to Wu Tian.

The same goes for other pirates,

Surrounding Wu Tian from southeast to northwest, leaving Wu Tian nowhere to escape.

Dao Feng and others looked calm, this Baili Futu, Martial Emperor Realm, but Zai'er and others guessed that it was only one or two grades.

Come to think of it, he is not Wu Tian's opponent.

But other people don't know Wu Tian's ability. For example, the old storyteller has hurriedly pleaded for Wu Tian: "Baili Futu, we are storytellers. We storytellers are not strong. There are so many people, can you give us storytellers a face, and let this matter go away like this?"

Not only him, but the girl storyteller also immediately begged: "Please don't argue with Brother Wu Tian."

Storyteller?
Baili Futu is really in trouble,
Storyteller, this is a huge organization. There are storytellers everywhere who tell stories and spread news, but the storytellers are not rated by others, so people don't know whether the storyteller is good or not.

But let Wu Tian go like this, where will he put the face of Baili Futu?
Baili Futu raised his brows, looked at Wu Tian and said, "For the sake of the storyteller, I won't kill you this time, how about it, you say sorry to me, and when you see me in the future, stay away, that's fine .”

The old storyteller and the young storyteller both heaved a sigh of relief.

As long as Wu Tian agrees, everything will be fine.

The white-clothed storyteller gritted his teeth. He didn't expect the matter to be resolved like this?
What are you kidding?

However, Wu Tian shook his head disdainfully: "No"!
Do not?
why no?
The old storyteller, the young girl storyteller, etc. all looked at Wu Tian one by one, not understanding what Wu Tian meant.

But immediately afterwards, Wu Tian smiled coldly, and his tone was cold, as if coming from hell: "It's not that you let me go, but that I won't let you go."

what?
As soon as Wu Tian said this, the storyteller, the pirate and others felt arrogant!
Madness!

They didn't expect Wu Tian to speak so proudly at this point,

The old storyteller panicked and hurriedly said: "Young Master Wu Tian, ​​if you want dignity, you have to choose the time."

Wu Tian shook his head.

"Okay, okay, okay, I'll give you a way to survive, but you won't leave." Baili Futu's face was gloomy: "If you want to die, I will help you."

Then, with a big wave of his hand: "Come, kill him." As his voice fell,
The pirates who surrounded Wu Tian all swung their swords and slashed towards Wu Tian.

"Boss gave you a way to live but chose to die, who can you blame?"

"Yes, die."

There are one hundred pirates, of which more than ninety are Tongxuan, and the rest are in the realm of heavenly kings.
And Wu Tian stretched out his hand. In the eyes of outsiders, Wu Tian's level of spiritual power is not yet at the level of a heavenly king.
"Death is certain."

"go to hell."

A hundred pirates went up together, with overwhelming momentum and astonishing momentum, with sharp knives in hand, all of a sudden, they went towards Wu Tian's head.

A few king-level pirates control the elements, and the power of the elements is called space distortion.

"No, go and help him." The old storyteller looked at Zhou Bu and the others.

But Zhou is not equal, knowing Wu Tian's ability, Wu Tian's spiritual power, can not be seen as a heavenly king, but the strange thing is that Wu Tian's real combat power cannot be judged based on this.

Seeing that Zhou Bu couldn't wait, the girl storyteller said in a loud voice, "Aren't you friends with him?"

Zhou Bu and others knew that the storyteller had misunderstood, but they didn't say anything.It's not that they don't want to go, it's not that they don't want to help Wu Tian, ​​it's really Wu Tian's ability that doesn't need their help at all.

"It's over, my lord, it seems to be..." The young storyteller's face turned pale,

On the contrary, the little guy said with a giggle: "Sister, watch the show well and watch my dad pretend."

What does it mean to be pretentious, the girl storyteller doesn't know.But she doubted this child, why is he so cruel?
"He's finally going to die. That's great. The definition of a novel will also belong to me. The Condor Shooting Trilogy will also belong to me. Everything will belong to me."

The white-clothed storyteller seemed to have seen Wu Tian's death, and the corner of his mouth showed a ferocious expression.

However, in the next instant, the corners of the white-clothed storyteller's mouth were completely stiff, and he couldn't help twitching.

But seeing the blood light flash by,

Those one hundred pirates just stood there, as if they were fixed,
Surprising.

"What's going on here?" the storyteller in white cried,

Baili Futu was even more furious: "What's the matter with you? Kill me, didn't you hear me? Kill me."

But those people still didn't move.

Baili Stupa was furious. For a long time, he alone took 100% of the benefits obtained from the sea, and the remaining [-]% were divided equally among [-] people.

He knew his subordinates and had great opinions on him.

Seeing that his subordinates did not move now, Baili Futu was even angrier, thinking that because of this, these subordinates were disobedient and it was a shame to him?

He was so angry that he kicked his butt with one hand.

But when the kick hits,
"boom."

Immediately, a hundred people burst open at the same time, turning into blood.

Seeing this, the eyes of Baili Futu and others were full of astonishment and disbelief.

The scene in front of me is too unbelievable, the person who happened to be fine, suddenly, suddenly died, gone?
Such a scene is comparable to hell.

"No, it's impossible."

Baili Futu gritted his teeth, braved up his courage, and said this, but the blood light flashed by, and Baili Futu's eyes widened immediately,

On the neck, bloodstains appeared at unknown time,
The Baili Stupa fell down and its body sank into the sea.

This scene made the storytellers terrified to death.

Being a pirate in the sea, a person who has everything to gain, died like this?
This. How is this possible?

For the three storytellers, this is too unbelievable.However, all this is just the beginning.

Wu Tian has already looked at the storyteller in white: "Say, how do you want to die?"

"I" the white-clothed storyteller was frightened, cold sweat dripped down his forehead,
The old storyteller suddenly said: "Young Master Wu Tian, ​​are you going to the storytelling mansion? Then you can't kill him, because the man who controls the storytelling mansion closest to here is his grandfather."

(End of this chapter)