A romantic encounter with a miraculous doctor

An incomparably terrifying killing intent emanated from Ye Wutian.

Endless fear hit my heart, and in the eyes of everyone, the young man in front of me was a devil.

At this time, Ye Wutian's whole body was already burning with dark red fireworks, he slowly raised his hand, and grabbed the void in front of him, a fire-burning Death Scythe appeared in his hand.

The whole audience was silent, all eyes were focused on Ye Wutian, their eyes were full of fear, this was a kind of fear that came from the heart and penetrated the bone marrow.

Wan Changfeng on the stage also noticed the terrifying aura emanating from Ye Wutian, but after all, he is a strong man in the heaven realm, no matter how bad he is, he will not be as frightened as those people in the audience. His movements didn't stop at all, and a dazzling golden flame was burning on his body.

Ye Wutian took his steps coldly, walking towards Wan Changfeng step by step, the dark red flames on his body swaying along with him.

Everyone held their breath, their eyes followed Ye Wutian's figure, and slowly moved towards the high platform.

Before Ye Wutian stepped onto the high platform, Wan Changfeng's moves had already been fully charged.

"There are all kinds of things!"

Under the roar of shouts, Wan Changfeng attacked violently.

Just like before, countless golden Buddha shadows gushed out from Wan Changfeng's body, rushing towards Ye Wutian mightily.

Facing the surging attack, Ye Wutian lightly raised the sickle in his hand, waved it towards the eyes, and a dark red air blade shot out quickly.

"噗噗!~"

A series of explosions sounded, just like the seven-style Yang family boxing performed before, this air blade defeated all the Buddha shadows with ease.

The remaining energy of the air blade continued to attack Wan Changfeng, and finally directly penetrated his vitality defense and penetrated into his body.

Wan Changfeng's body trembled violently, his whole old face was distorted immediately, as if he had seen an extremely terrifying picture, his sunken eyes were rounded, revealing endless fear.

This scene was seen by everyone, and shock was written all over their faces. It was incredible that the air blade penetrated Wan Changfeng's vitality defense.

After defeating the opponent's offensive, Ye Wutian's figure flashed, and he had already appeared on the high platform, standing in front of Wan Changfeng like a god of death who judged life and death.

Under the gaze of all eyes, he raised the judgment scythe in his hand high.

In the face of death, Wan Changfeng's body trembled violently, his heart was completely defeated, he no longer had the courage to resist, and could only obediently accept the judgment of death.

Without the slightest hesitation, Ye Wutian slashed down with the sickle, and slashed towards Wan Changfeng's head. The sickle passed through the air, leaving a dark red afterimage, and finally the tip of the knife pierced through Wan Changfeng's body without any suspense. The vitality defense pierced his Tianling Cap, and the violent arrogance on the knife also rushed into Wan Changfeng's head frantically.

"Ah!~" Wan Changfeng let out a roar, and immediately collapsed on the ground, reckless.

What a terrifying power this is, he defeated a heavenly realm expert so easily, everyone was stunned.

After a moment of silence at the scene, Wan He was the first to react, "Quick, take him down!" He shouted to his disciples in panic.

However, these people have seen the powerful man in the sky fall under the scythe of the opponent, so how can anyone dare to go up to die.

Wan He's cry undoubtedly caught Ye Wutian's attention, his red eyes looked at Wan He.

The moment they looked at each other, Wan He's legs went limp, and he knelt down on the ground, trembling. Those eyes were so terrifying, even scarier than devils.

Ye Wutian didn't intend to forgive him, only saw his figure flashed and fled to Wan He in an instant.

The endless terrifying killing intent pressed Wan He to the ground, making him a little out of breath.

At this time, Ye Wutian's heart was already occupied by hatred, he didn't have the slightest pity, and he raised the sickle in his hand mercilessly.

Just when the sickle was about to slash down, a golden palm the size of a palm struck like lightning from a distance, and it hit Ye Wutian in the blink of an eye.

"Bang!~"

The palm force hit Ye Wutian's body heavily, the dark red flames on Ye Wutian's body were scattered, and his whole body was also blown upside down, falling heavily in the distance.

The moment Ye Wutian was knocked into the air, a white-haired old man appeared on the high platform like a ghost.

"Wan Dingtian!" Zhang Tianji exclaimed, you know, this old man is a strong man in the mid-stage of Heaven Realm.

Discussions soon rang out from the audience.

Wan Dingtian looked at the fainted Wan Changfeng in the stands, and then locked his eyes on Ye Wutian in the distance, his face was full of anger.

Ye Wutian got up from the ground, he didn't seem to be seriously injured, those dark red flames that were scattered returned to him strangely.

Seeing this scene, Wan Dingtian frowned slightly. This young man who only had a perfect cultivation base was able to receive his palm without any damage, which made him unbelievable.What made him even more horrified was the dark red arrogance on the opponent's body, which was not ordinary murderous aura, but the aura of death.

"It turned out to be a dead person!" Wan Dingtian said in surprise.

Just as Wan Dingtian thought, the arrogance on Ye Wutian's body is exactly the aura of death. More precisely, it should be that the evil spirit in his body absorbed the aura of death, and then reacted with the killing intent aroused by those hatreds. combined product.

That is to say, every time Ye Wutian dies, this power will be upgraded to a higher level.

After getting up, Ye Wutian's scarlet eyes locked on Wan Dingtian. Facing the dangerous enemy in front of him, he didn't have the slightest fear, and rushed towards Wan Dingtian.

"How can such an evil thing keep you alive!" Wan Dingtian clasped his palms together as he said, obviously preparing to display all phenomena.

Wan Dingtian used this move to store energy much faster than Wan Changfeng, and before Ye Wutian rushed to him, his move was ready.

With his big palm, a solid golden Buddha escaped and attacked Ye Wutian.

Obviously, Wan Dingtian has practiced this move to the point where all phenomena are unified, and the power of the Golden Buddha so condensed is naturally far greater than Wan Changfeng.

Facing the oncoming Golden Buddha, Ye Wutian also simply swung his sickle to meet him. However, this time he failed to defeat the Golden Buddha, and the Golden Buddha bombarded him.

"Bang!~"

This blow was unusually dull, and did not set off a huge wave of air. With the disappearance of the golden Buddha, the arrogance on Ye Wutian's body was blown away again. He also spat out a mouthful of blood, and flew backward more than ten meters.

"Shu Hao!~"

Yang Zhengjiang cried out in surprise and wanted to rush forward, but was held back by several women beside him.

After landing, Ye Wutian struggled to stand up, and couldn't help vomiting a few mouthfuls of blood. Those dark red flames that were scattered turned into little red light and returned to his body, but this time he failed to regain his strength.

"Go to hell!" Wan Dingtian shouted coldly, and slapped out his right palm, and another golden palm struck towards Ye Wutian.

Without the body protection of the air of death, one would surely die from this blow.

Ye Wutian didn't struggle, and he was powerless to struggle, he could only watch death come.

However, God seemed to be taking care of him, or couldn't bear to watch him die again and again.

At the moment when the palm force was about to strike in front of him, a translucent golden bell was used as a hood to cover Ye Wutian tightly.

"Bang!~" The power of the palm hit the golden bell with a bang, the golden bell trembled slightly, but it didn't collapse.

"Amitabha! Good, good, good."

With the sound of the sound, a figure in the distance flickered and suddenly appeared in front of the golden bell.

"Isn't this Shaolin's suffering monk?"

"The Godly Monk of Crossing Suffering actually came forward and rescued this evil spirit."

"Since the Godly Monk of Crossing Suffering will take action, there must be his reasons."

. . . . . .

There were different opinions in the audience, but there was no doubt about Du Ku's intentions, which was enough to see Du Ku's lofty status in the martial arts world.

"Wu Ku, don't you want to defend this evildoer in front of all the fellow martial artists?" Wan Dingtian asked in a deep voice.

"Amitabha, my Buddha is merciful, and all living beings are equal." Du Kuo said together.

Wan Dingtian snorted coldly, and said: "According to what you said, all those wicked people can take refuge in your Shaolin Temple?"

"Heaven has the virtue of good life. Even if there is a big mistake in everything in the world, as long as you sincerely repent, even if there is no limit to the sea of ​​suffering, it will still be the same when you turn back. Why should all benefactors be exterminated." Du Ku persuaded.

"Hmph! If I don't kill him today, he will come back and destroy my family in the future." Wan Dingtian is not a fool. The kid in front of him is so young and has a perfect cultivation base. If he let the tiger go back to the mountain, there will be endless troubles.

"Benefactor Wan is an ancestor of the martial arts. Now, in front of all the martial arts fellows, isn't he afraid of making a fool of himself if he kills a junior who has no power to fight back?" Du Ku asked.

Wan Dingtian blushed, but said with a firm attitude: "No matter what, I won't let him go easily today."

"I can guarantee that Benefactor Ye will not return to the Central Plains to do evil again in the future, if not, I will subdue him personally." Du Ku said solemnly.

"You mean to drive him out of the Central Plains martial arts?" Wan Dingtian asked.

"That's exactly what I mean." Du Ku nodded and said.

Wan Dingtian thought for a while and said: "Since you made such a promise in front of all the martial arts fellows, the old man will spare his life today, I hope you can keep your promise."

"Amitabha, monks don't tell lies." Duku said.

Wan Dingtian glared coldly at Ye Wutian, and immediately grabbed Wan Changfeng who was on the ground and left in a flash.

With a wave of his hand, Du Ku removed the golden bell.

"Thank you for the divine monk's help." Ye Wutian said gratefully.

"Amitabha, Master Ye, the time has come, go where you should go." Du Ku said and handed Ye Wutian a kit.

Ye Wutian took the kit, opened it, and found a simple map inside, with several apertures marked on it, Ye Wutian quickly understood the meaning of overcoming suffering.

"Thank you, the monk, for your advice."

"Good and evil are based on one thought, Buddhas and demons are born from the heart, one thought of Buddha, one thought of demons, Amitabha..." Duku's voice gradually faded away.