The warrior who rushed down from Wolf Mountain was like the sea.

The murderous intent of the golden sword and iron horse is like the majestic black sea, as if it can completely devour all existence. No matter who encounters such a formation, he will probably be frightened.

But this boundless sea was split open on the spot in front of Chu Jingtian's black lightning.

No matter how many people are, in front of him, they are just native chickens and treasures, and they can't even stop him from a snap of his fingers.

This black lightning extends from the end of the field of vision to the bottom of Wolf Mountain.

The distance of hundreds of miles was just a moment's distance at Chu Jingtian's feet.

"boom!"

A terrifying loud sound rang out.

The huge Wolf Mountain has been completely smashed and turned into countless splashes of gravel.

"Chu Jingtian!"

Looking at Chu Jingtian, Li Feiying, the Thirteen Giant Troops of Taihang Mountain, and the Grand Host of Shura Temple, who had already reached him in front of him, couldn't help but shout out angrily.

And the Wolang Mountain they were waiting for before had been razed to the ground.

Chu Jingtian stood there with a stern look:

"Peng Tianhao is my lifelong enemy. Whoever dares to stop me will kill whom I will kill?"

"Chu Jingtian, retreat quickly, we can ignore gains and losses. Otherwise, no matter how high your cultivation level is, you will be buried here forever!" A white-haired old man shouted sternly.

"What are you?"

Chu Jingtian's eyes turned.

The old man with white hair was furious when he heard this.

He is the leader of Changle Sect, one of the eight sects and thirteen sects. Although Changle Sect is not as good as Dragon Soul Mountain, it is also considered a sect that can be named after the Demon Sect.

His cultivation level has reached the sixth level master, and now he has been treated like Chu Jingtian so unceremoniously.

"Listen, I am the leader of Changle Sect..."

The old man with white hair shouted.

"I haven't heard of it!"

Chu Jingtian waved his hand and patted it like a mosquito. With a "bang", he slapped the white-haired old man into a meat pie.

"Chu Jingtian!"

A shout came.

"You don't take our Taihang Mountain seriously! Today, I will cut off your head to exaggerate the power of my Taihang Mountain!"

Amid the shouts, a giant cyclop, a wolf, looked at the eagle and fell from the sky.

His whole body was filled with flames, and his true energy and blood surged to the extreme, like a drop of water falling from Hengyu. It quickly fell in front of Chu Jingtian, raised his palm and slapped him in front of him.

"Boom!"

The terrifying power was turbulent and turbulent, and the palm wind had already fallen down out of thin air. The Wolf Mountain, which was razed to the ground, trembled violently, and a terrifying collapse was sunk downwards.

This huge collapse is a person's palm print.

"Is Taihang Mountain?"

A hint of coldness flashed in Chu Jingtian's eyes.

In the previous life, although Taihang Mountain did not have a terrifying existence like the Twenty-Four Demon Lords, these thirteen giant bandits were also very difficult powerful people.

"Today I will ask you thirteen Taihang Mountain people to come and go without returning!"

Chu Jingtian shouted in a cold voice and raised his palm and slapped it away.

"Dong!"

Suddenly, the palms collided together.

The power hidden behind it also emerged rapidly at the same time.

"puff!"

The one-eyed person's body trembled, and he felt an incomparable force, in an incredible posture, had been poured into his body in an instant.

"Click!"

The two palms were facing each other, but the one-eyed talker's right arm was directly broken and bent down strangely.

"Wow!"

A mouthful of blood was spewed out, and the one-eyed person screamed and retreated in panic.

However, Chu Jingtian did not mean to hold back at all, and he flew rapidly over the other party and stepped on it with a kick!

"Boom!"

In the shocking eyes of everyone, the one-eyed person talked about it almost without any interval, and then he fell from the sky with a terrifying pit, and his body blasted the ground.

Everyone looked at it quickly and couldn't help but take a breath of air conditioning. The other party's chest and abdomen completely collapsed, almost breaking into two pieces.

One palm, one kick!

A person in Taihang Mountain died on the spot.

Looking at this scene, everyone felt their scalp numb.

Although they knew that Chu Jingtian was very strong, they did not expect that he was so powerful. He could become one of the thirteen talkers in Taihang Mountains, who did not come out of the sea of ​​blood?

But it was so simple that he was crushed and killed.

"With this little strength, can you dare to stop me?"

Chu Jingtian's eyes were filled with scattering.

"Chu Jingtian, don't be arrogant, let me come and learn about your strength!" The host of Shura Temple roared, and he was already bullied. He stepped in front of Chu Jingtian in one step, raised his fist and hit him with a loud bang.

Chu Jingtian's face suddenly turned out, and he shook his hands into a fist, and he punched him from afar.

"Dong!"

Like the loud sound of artillery explosion, it spread out loud.

A wave of ripples that could be seen in the naked eye swept out rapidly, and the splashing gravel in the sky was stormed into powder on the spot.

"Buzz!"

At this moment, the host's face changed slightly.

But Shura Temple is also a force that has transformed into a demon sect halfway, and the most important thing is to base it. Feeling the power poured into his body, his body trembled quietly, and a stream of blood tumbling up, directly from the inside out from the body

It surged out, like a golden body of an Arhat.

However, the Arhat is a golden body, but this is the Shura blood body he cultivates with essence and blood.

The higher the level of Shura's blood body, the darker the color. I don't know how many people I killed in this body of Damasato to achieve this level.

Chu Jingtian had only heard of Shura's blood body before, and only knew that this was a magic skill practiced by smearing the blood of a strong man on his body. Now he couldn't help but be slightly surprised when he saw it.

"What a powerful force!"

The host felt his numb right arm and the trembling Shura blood body, but he was not surprised but happy. "My Shura blood body has reached a bottleneck since my cultivation. If you can turn yours

If blood is applied to my body, it will surely allow me to break through the shackles and reach the true body of a blood demon!”

"Do you have this opportunity?"

A hint of mockery appeared in Chu Jingtian's eyes.

boom!

The host said nothing and launched a fierce attack.

In an instant, the attack swept over like a storm, and the attack was like mercury pouring down the ground, almost covering the void.

However, Chu Jingtian's eyes narrowed, and the secret technique of the Ancestral Dragon reached its peak.

"Crack!"

At this moment, the muscles and bones all over his body couldn't help but make a sound.

The surging qi and blood are better like the Yangtze River, surging and roaring, deafening.

"boom!"

The punch was hit on the spot.

"Click!"

Only a crisp sound was heard.

The Shura blood body outside the host's body actually showed a rift.

"What?"

The face of the host changed.

However, Chu Jingtian's second punch had hit him again.

"Click!"

The sound of shattering sounded, and the crack expanded again and spread.

The third punch!

Fourth punch!
Chapter completed!