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Chapter 1233 Trampling (1) ([-])
Chapter 390 Trampling ([-]) An old man in a Tang suit got out of the car and shouted at Wang Haitian with an incomparably majestic manner: "Stop!" Dongfang Ziyi saw the person coming, as if he saw the hope of life , hurriedly said to Wang Haitian: "My seventh uncle is here, he is a fourth-rank martial artist of my Dongfang family. If you don't want to die, let me go quickly. With your own ability, I guarantee that you will be reused in the Dongfang family." !” Lie without batting an eye.Killing so many people from the Dongfang family can be solved by one person? !Even if he really became a member of the Dongfang family under the introduction of Dongfang Ziyi, he would be sacrificed in the end.The old man also spoke, with a voice like waves: "No matter who you are, or who is the person behind you, if you injure even a hair, you will die, your whole family will die, and all the forces behind you will be for you!" I will be buried with Yi! This old man swears by the ancestors of the Dongfang family!" A fourth-rank martial artist, for a junior, even swore with his ancestors, which shows the importance of Dongfang Ziyi to the Dongfang family.Wang Haitian put the knife in his right hand in his left hand and stretched out his right hand.This action seems to be a compromise.Rank four martial artist, the seventh uncle of Dongfang Ziyi, just wanted to say something more to save Dongfang Ziyi.Wang Haitian smiled and sneered and raised his middle finger, a burst of gangster energy was fleeting.Putting up the middle finger didn't count, Wang Haitian then raised his thumb and went straight down. "You..." "Bang, bang, bang, bang!" "Ah!" "Stop!" Wang Haitian's foot trampled on Dongfang Ziyi four times, causing Dongfang Ziyi to scream in pain .The spine was broken, the internal organs were crushed, and a lot of blood spurted from the mouth in the screams. The fourth-rank martial artist of the Dongfang family was angry and went crazy.It is also a move of "Big Waves Surging", used in the hands of a fourth-rank martial artist, each palm is like a huge ocean wave, constantly slapping the shore.Dongfang Ziyi has only a glimmer of life left, and this is the last chance to save people.The whistling knife pierced through the air, Wang Haitian's last kick, and the fifth kick completely crushed Dongfang Ziyi's vitality, leaving only his last breath left.What about the fourth grade?Wang Haitian also wanted to know what would happen when he woke up and faced a fourth-rank warrior.In the world of black and white, he easily avoided the attacks of one palm after another like a tide.Without "Phaseless Pointing Sword", "Three Forms of Blood Knife", or "Body Breaking Invisible Sword Qi", Wang Haitian relied on the purest aura, the acuity of the black and white world, and the characteristics of supernatural currents to block the attack. The tide-like attack of the fourth-rank warriors. "The waves don't stop!" The fourth-rank martial artist went crazy, unable to attack for a long time, and it was another ultimate move of continuous attack.Wang Haitian was looking for an opportunity to counterattack in the defense. He punched a point, and the next time he had a chance, it would be another point. One after another, every time a fourth-rank fighter slaps, one point of true energy will be lost. The injury became more and more serious. "Big waves to the sky!" At the third move, Wang Haitian seemed to see huge waves covering his whole body, and covered his head.The fourth-rank martial artist of the Dongfang family concentrated all his zhenqi in this palm, and continuous attacks were useless, so he broke through Wang Haitian's defense with one palm, and killed this boy who was smashed into pieces.A mouthful of blood spewed out, even if Wang Haitian blocked this move and this palm with both fists, "Iron Shirt" showed his original true colors, but he was still sent flying, and spit out a big mouthful of blood.

(End of this chapter)