Chapter 992: Don’t come over

Even so, that Jin Batian still struggled to turn over, a face twisted with pain, but still struggled to use both hands to pull the weeds on the ground, to climb up the mountain, although, he knew that he had no way to escape, but the instinct of survival is constantly urging him to escape from here.

The coldness in Wu Feng's eyes became more and more intense, as if the air around him was frozen by the coldness in his eyes, Wu Feng clenched his fists, and slowly stepped towards Jin Batian, Jin Batian's heart was beating wildly, and his mind was filled with the sound of Wu Feng's footsteps that were getting closer and closer, and the sound was like the sound of a gong of the black and white perverts asking for their lives, Jin Batian tugged on the weeds on the ground, and his body was just halfway up the mountain, but then slipped off halfway down. He turned his head to look at Wu Feng, saw the frost in Wu Feng's eyes and his resolute pace, his heart was all messed up, how many years of cohesion out of the majestic Qi swept away, but also like a beggar cried out in pain, he trembled his voice and cried: "You don't come over …… I beg you! …… You must not come over ……"

No use, Wu Feng's footsteps are still not in a hurry towards him step by step closer, finally, Wu Feng walked to Jin Ba Tian's body, stood still, just with a pair of cold eyes to look at Jin Ba Tian, that pair of eyes have a kind of frost called hatred into, like the cold winter months in the bitterly cold and whistling of the north wind.

Jin Batian was still desperately climbing upwards, one of his hands was cut by the thorns between the mountains and forests, and the blood dyed the ground red.

Jin Batian couldn't climb any further, he was scared, scared by Wu Feng's chilling eyes, although he didn't dare to look at Wu Feng's eyes, the back of his head couldn't help but feel numb, he seemed to smell a trace of death, just like the smell of his sword when it had cut through the necks of those innocent people.

His body involuntarily shivered, struggled to stand up, a face full of flesh hung with tears.

"Plop" sound, Jin Batian knelt on the ground, kneeling in front of Wu Feng, this person who had once been knelt by countless people, who had once been begged by countless people, longing to spare their lives, this high and mighty bandit leader, actually knelt down to someone.

"This grandfather …… you have a lot of adults …… you just spare me Jin Batian a dog's life …… you say what you want I'll give it to you …… I have lots and lots of silver, all of it will be given to you, as long as you spare my dog's life, I will do whatever you let me do ……"

Jin Batian knelt in front of Wu Feng and kowtowed his head like garlic, smashing the ground with a thud.

Wu Feng took a deep breath, his voice was grim and abnormal as he suddenly opened his mouth and said, "Jin Ba Tian, have you ever thought that you would have such a day? When those innocent civilians knelt in front of you, have you ever thought of letting them live?"

Jin Batian seemed like he didn't hear Wu Feng's question, he only focused on kowtowing to Wu Feng, Wu Feng took a step closer towards Jin Batian, he suddenly lifted his palm, his Yin Soft Palm moved with the wind, the air around him seemed to bulge, just at this moment, Jin Batian suddenly raised his head, he held a dagger in his hand at an unknown time, aiming at Wu Feng's chest, he jumped up violently and stabbed towards Wu Feng's chest.

Wu Feng seems to have anticipated that he will suddenly attack, body flash, a hand grabbed Jin Ba Tian's arm, and then the palm of the hand force, with enough ten percent of the force, only to hear "click" a crunching sound, Jin Ba Tian's arm was actually Wu Feng to the raw pinch broken.