Chapter 3705

Not dead!

Nie Tian is not dead!

Dongfang pavilion's eyes trembled. I couldn't believe my eyes. My face was full of incredible words.

He couldn't believe that Nie Tian was sitting there, taking a slap from him, and he was still alive.

This is really terrible. How can Nie Tian have such terrible power? How could he resist the power of fire with flesh and blood?

"Dongfang Pavilion, sang Hui." at this time, Nie Tian's figure stepped out of the flames and waves step by step. His magic Qi seemed to boil and rolled endlessly. His eyes were extremely dark and sharp as the most extreme blade. He slowly swept over Dongfang Pavilion and sang Hui and said word by word: "damn you!"

A word of death fell, and Nie Tian's frantic killing intention could not be controlled. It seemed to melt into the evil spirit of his whole body, making his whole person look darker and more terrible!

"I......" Dongfang Pavilion felt Nie Tian's momentum and killing intention. His eyes could not help shaking. All his fears were written on his face, but he was completely speechless.

He could really feel that Nie Tian's killing intention was absolutely beyond his ability to compete.

And Nie Tian's momentum was several times stronger than before.

In particular, Nie Tian's evil Qi, that turbulent and rolling breath, is like the ten thousand demons rushing out of hell, trying to devour the world.

If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, Dongfang pavilion would never believe that the breath of a warrior could be so dark.

"Nie Tian, you..." Lan Zhuying on one side was also stunned by the scene in front of her. Her beautiful eyes trembled and looked at Nie Tian from a distance. She didn't know what to say.

Sang Hui was scared into a cold sweat, like a stone carving. He was stunned in situ and couldn't react for a long time.

"Death!" at this time, Nie Tian pulled the corners of his mouth and stepped out directly. His figure was like a black awn. He came in a flash, but he deceived himself to the Dongfang Pavilion.

"You..." Dongfang Pavilion suddenly felt a flash of darkness in front of him and shouted in horror. Then he couldn't make a sound any more.

His neck was tightly fastened by a big hand like a pliers. His face turned red and congested, his eyes protruded, and his facial features became very ferocious under the pressure.

His eyes, looking at the dark face in front of him, were shocked to the extreme, and his fear was magnified infinitely through his eyes.

"Last words." Nie Tian's big hands were like iron tongs, like a fierce tiger holding down the little lamb. The corners of his mouth pulled and Sen Han opened his mouth.

"Nie Tian, you can't kill me. I'm the son of the deputy head of the blood soul sect. I'm Dongfang Pavilion. If you dare to kill me..." Dongfang pavilion's eyes trembled, his eyes were shocked to the extreme, and his voice trembled. Every word he said consumed his great strength.

But before he finished, he was interrupted by Nie Tian.

"Such last words are meaningless!" Nie Tianshen Han opened his mouth and slowly forced his hand. Suddenly, Dongfang pavilion's neck tightened. His face was congested and red, then purple and black. A pair of eyes were forced out, and his face was stained with blood.

At the moment of his death, he wanted to threaten Nie Tian. It's ridiculous.

If Nie Tian accepts such a threat, he will not be Nie Tian!

Dongfang Pavilion killed Yue Dong. Even if he is the son of the heavenly king Lao Tzu, he must die!

Nie Tian slowly tried to kill Dongfang Pavilion bit by bit, letting him experience the most direct and extreme despair in the world.

"Bang!" after a long time, there was a dull sound from the void. The head of the Oriental pavilion was forcibly pinched by Nie Tian!

The bloody scene was extremely tragic.

The look in the eyes of Dongfang Pavilion before his death was extremely frightened. It was a fear of despair. It was very tragic.

After Nie Tian brutally killed Dongfang Pavilion, he suddenly turned around and stared at sang Hui with eyes like poisonous wolves.

Sang Hui suddenly felt the killing coming on his face, and his dull pupils trembled in horror.

At this time, the shock in his heart was beyond measure.

He could not imagine that the Dongfang Pavilion, a talented warrior with the strength of the Heavenly Emperor, would be killed by Nie Tian with the most primitive and cruel means.

Of course, he felt that Nie Tian's strength at this time was many times stronger than before he entered the road of blood soul.

He didn't know how Nie Tian promoted his strength so quickly in such a short time.

But he knew that he was at a dead end.

Nie Tian is not only powerful, but also surprisingly fast. It is impossible for sang Hui to escape in front of him!

"Nie, Nie Tian, what are you doing?" at this time, Nie Tian came directly. Sang Hui's eyes trembled, his figure subconsciously retreated, his voice trembled, and his legs softened.

"What do you say?" Nie Tian's mouth pulled the cold meaning, Sen Han opened his mouth, and the killing meaning in his eyes surged like a flame.

"You, you, don't kill me. I'm from the blood soul sect, and my father is the hall leader of the blood soul sect. If you kill me, my father won't let you go!" Sang Hui retreated step by step, and his words were no longer logical.

At this time, he was foolish enough to threaten Nie Tian.

Nie Tian even killed Dongfang Pavilion without hesitation. How could he care about sang Hui's identity!

"Sang Hui, when you were in the Yin market, you wanted to kill me. Now I stand in front of you and you do it?" Nie Tian's eyes were like a sharp blade. The whole person was like a crazy beast and roared deeply.

"I......" Sang Hui gulped down his saliva and couldn't speak at all.

He didn't have the strength to fight back in front of Nie Tian. How could he take the initiative.

"Last words!" Nie Tian stepped out, his whole body surging wildly, and coldly spit out two cold words.

"I......" Sang Hui was shocked. Just before Nie Tian killed Dongfang Pavilion, he said his last words.

At this time, he couldn't support it any more. His knees were soft. He knelt directly in front of Nie Tian, kowtowed repeatedly and begged: "Nie Tian, please, spare me. I'm wrong and don't dare again."

"Spare you?" Nie Tian smiled coldly, his figure twinkled, came directly to Sang Hui, put one hand on the top of the latter's head, looked cold and said, "the way you beg for mercy will only make me feel better when I kill you!"

"You..." Sang Hui heard Nie Tian's words, his eyes trembled, wanted to look up, but found that his body couldn't move for half a minute.

"Bang!" and in the next moment, Nie Tian suddenly made a force in his hand. After a dull noise, his eyes were bloody.

Sang Hui's head broke directly, and his blood and brain burst. It was very tragic.

Nie Tian did not hesitate to kill sang Hui again by cruel means!

Dongfang Pavilion and sang Hui, the son of a vice sect leader and the son of a hall leader, finally died at the hands of Nie Tian.