shake the sky

Chapter 17 Martial Arts Will
"Fight, fight!" The ancient and vicissitudes of life sounded slowly, and Yang Tian's eyes, which were about to fall into a coma, stared suddenly, with a monstrous fighting spirit. As the voice became louder, Yang Tian's eyes were red, unyielding Ideas soared into the sky.

"Fight!" Yang Tian roared up to the sky suddenly, his black hair danced wildly, his eyes were like lightning, his whole body was invigorated, and the invisible fighting spirit spread, even this world lost its color.

Martial Dao will is sublimating, Yang Tian feels as if he has turned into a giant, the monstrous fighting spirit is constantly eroding his mind, he wants to fight to the end, the martial arts will is rapidly changing.

On several disdainful faces nearby, slowly solidified, this shocking fighting spirit made it difficult for them to breathe, the blood in their bodies could not condense in a short time, and endless panic rose in their hearts.

"What an amazing fighting spirit, what kind of adventure did this kid get?" Wang Feng's face changed drastically, this fighting spirit even shook his martial arts will, and Yang Tian in front of him seemed to be an unattainable giant, feeling palpitations in his heart pregnancy.

"Old dog, did you enjoy the fight?" Yang Tian raised his head, his sharp eyes darted to Wang Feng's slightly startled face, he thrust his palm forward suddenly, and grabbed Wang Feng's arm.

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

"Bang bang!" Yang Tian's speed was too fast, and he slammed his arms on the ground continuously, accompanied by loud noises and miserable howls.

Dust and smoke were everywhere, and blood flowers bloomed in the air.

"It's so ruthless." The hearts of several Xingchen Martial Arts disciples felt cold, and the deep fear in their eyes was undisguised. This level of ruthlessness made them unable to arouse even a trace of fighting spirit.

"Stop him, stop him!" Wang Xing turned pale with shock and roared again and again, but he quickly reacted, he jumped forward, and slashed and killed Yang Tian's body with his windy soles.

"Kacha Kacha" Yang Tian resisted the blow, and continued to rotate his arms. The bones in his body cracked one by one, and a trace of blood continued to overflow. He was immediately dyed into a blood man, which shows how much damage he suffered.

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

The extremely fast change made him a little uncomfortable, and Wang Feng's mind was getting darker and darker.

"Old dog, go to hell." Yang Tian threw Wang Feng's body into the air, and he chased him in the air. Under Wang Feng's terrified gaze, Yang Tian punched his head off, bloody white bloomed in the air.

"Bang!" Along with the rain of blood, the headless body fell down, the vitality in Wang Feng's body dissipated rapidly, and the blood soon stained the ground red.

"The deputy curator is dead."

After a while, a group of disciples from the Xingchen Martial Arts School came to their senses, their eyes wide open, their legs and feet trembling uncontrollably as they looked at the headless corpse on the ground.Fifteen disciples besieged and killed Yang Tian. As a result, the deputy curator died, but they remained intact. They couldn't believe how much punishment they would receive.

"Bang!" A whip kick kicked Wang Feng's abdomen, his body gliding towards Wang Feng's area, and a long blood gully was plowed out on the ground.

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

"Yang Tian...Yang Tian must die!" Wang Xing roared suddenly. Wang Feng was the second master in the martial arts hall, and he was about to break through to the half-step warrior realm. The prestige of the school will be greatly reduced, and it is likely to be reduced to a second-rate martial arts school.

When he moved his eyes to the front, he didn't find any figure.

"Bastard, let me chase you, you must kill him, you must kill him!" Wang Xing's eyes were tearing apart, his handsome face was distorted, his gaze was on the path where blood was flowing, and after the sound of roaring fell, When he fell down, his figure jumped up instantly, chasing forward.

"Why are you staring blankly, why don't you chase after him?" Seeing Wang Xing disappearing in front of his eyes like crazy, a big man in the lead reacted, roared hastily, and chased forward.

"Crack...crack..."

The endless pursuit came, and Yang Tian crossed the grass. Although he was about to run out of fuel, his spiritual sense was extremely sharp, and he carefully avoided the boundaries of the beasts and ran deep into the jungle.

The ferocious beast mountain range is hundreds of miles deep, and the green sea is boundless. It was almost dusk, and the ferocious beasts that rested during the day came out to look for food one after another, and the roar of the ferocious beasts continued to explode.

In a rocky field, the ground was full of potholes, suddenly, heavy footsteps sounded, the camera zoomed in, and a staggering figure galloped towards him, coughing blood from his mouth.

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

After running continuously for an hour, the vitality in Yang Tian's body became weaker and weaker, and the blood in his body was about to dry up. If he didn't treat it in time, it might leave sequelae.

woohoo!

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

There were bloodstains all the way.

Wang Xing will definitely search for him along the bloodstains. Yang Tian doesn't have much time to waste. He has to fight his physical strength. Yang Tian is seriously injured. Of course, he is not Wang Xing's opponent. He is likely to be caught in the next moment.

A fiery desire to survive burst out in Yang Tian's eyes. He kept squeezing the strength in his body, and the blood that was about to dissipate in his body drifted out little by little, and Yang Tian strode forward.

Peng!
Coughing up blood all the way, Yang Tian jumped into the small river, followed the rapids to flow down, feeling the sky and the earth spinning in front of him, Yang Tian smiled bitterly, running all the way had consumed the healing elixir.

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

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

Wang Xing rushed to the side of the small river, staring at the remaining blood on the bank with serious eyes, rubbing his hands restlessly, he suddenly had a premonition that Yang Tian would come back.

"Aaron, you lead people along the shore to search, and you must catch him. Remember, you have to see people when you live, and you have to see corpses when you die." Wang Xing looked back, looked at the group of people in front of him, and said coldly.

"It's the young master." The big man who was Aaron cupped his hands, and then he waved his arm, and several figures searched along the river.

"We must find him." As he hammered the big tree, Wang Xing's face was full of panic. Wang Feng and his father had a very good relationship, and returning to the family would definitely bear the wrath of the sky.

(End of this chapter)