Chapter 3170: How dare I?

The next moment, he suddenly woke up to what was going on.
So, for an instant, his face was extremely pale, looking at Chen Feng, his eyes were full of fear.
He trembled and said: "You, you, how can you, how can you be so strong?"
His gaze revealed extreme fear and despair!
Because, at this time, he realized that his time of death had come.
Chen Feng looked at him, smiled and said, "Do you think I can't kill you?"
"Do you think that with Sang Tiancheng here today, you will feel confident, right?"
"Until just now, did you dare to provoke me?"
When Chen Feng asked these three questions in a row, Wu Xinghe's face turned pale.
Suddenly, he plopped, fell to his knees, kowtow to Chen Feng again and again, begging frantically for mercy: "Please, don't kill me!"
He knew that he could never be Chen Feng's opponent, so he didn't even have the idea of ​​resisting it, just begging for mercy.
Chen Feng looked at him, smiled and said, "Sorry, since the time you went to Mirror Valley to provoke me, your destiny has already been doomed and I will kill you."
In the next moment, Chen Feng slowly stretched his palm forward.
Sang Tiancheng's eyes were splitting, his face twisted, he shook his throat with all the power he could control, and shouted, "Dare you!"
"Why don't I dare?"
Chen Feng turned his head and looked at him with a smile on the corner of his mouth, but his right hand did not stop, and a palm was slapped on Wu Xinghe's body.
Wu Xinghe screamed sternly: "Please, don't!"
When Chen Feng dropped his palm, he had already turned his head to look at Sang Tiancheng, without even looking at Wu Xinghe.
Even so, he dared not resist.
The next moment, Chen Feng's palm was printed on his head, and his whole body trembled violently, and his eyes showed deep regret.
Then, that expression dissipated directly.
His figure leaned softly and fell straight down.
At the same time, with Wu Xinghe's death in his body, a phantom suddenly appeared on his dantian.
This phantom is his martial soul, that giant white wolf martial soul.
After seeing this giant White Wolf Martial Spirit, he had been sitting on Chen Feng's shoulders just now. The sleepy linger had no energy. The blood wind that seemed to be falling asleep suddenly became energetic.
His eyes were wide open and a low growl came from his throat.
Then, he rushed directly at that Martial Soul!
Chen Feng didn't care about him. He just turned around and looked at him with a smile, and said to Sang Tiancheng, "Sang Tian grows old. As I said, I will kill him in front of you."
This is the third time Chen Feng said this sentence.
When he said it for the first time, everyone didn't believe it at all, just laughed, thinking Chen Feng was arrogant and ignorant.
When Chen Feng said it the second time, they were shocked and speechless.
And now, Chen Feng said it again, all of them felt like they had been slapped severely, their faces hurting badly.
Especially Sang Tiancheng, his face flushed instantly.
Then Chen Feng came to him.
At this time, Sang Tiancheng has not resumed action.
Chen Feng looked at Sang Tiancheng, smiled and said, "Elder Sang, I have no intention of being an enemy of you, so I don't want your life today."
"However, what you said just now violated my taboo."
"So!"
A cold light flashed in Chen Feng's eyes: "Today, take your arm for punishment!"
The next moment, Chen Feng swiped his right hand.
Suddenly, Sang Tiancheng's left arm was directly broken by Chen Feng.
An arm flew out, and blood spurted wildly.
At this time, Sang Tiancheng resumed his actions.
Sang Tiancheng let out a heartbreaking scream, clutching his broken arm.
Where he severed his arm, blood gushed frantically, like a fountain, unable to stop at all.
While clutching his severed arm, he screamed at Chen Feng and screamed: "Junior, I am the elder of the Nei Zong, I am the elder of the Nei Zong!"
"How dare you do it to me? You are so bold!"
His whole person's emotions were almost collapsed. He came out with a sense of superiority to stop Chen Feng, thinking that Chen Feng was not his opponent at all, and he did not put Chen Feng in his eyes.
However, he did not expect that not only was his disciple directly killed by Chen Feng in front of his own face, he would lose his face.
Moreover, Chen Feng could actually restrain himself and break one of his arms.
What a terrifying strength this is!
Not just her, all those disciples around her were shocked.
The series of battles just now were like sparks and sparks, but in a flash, so many things happened.
Soon they didn't even react.
At this moment, they watched this scene dumbfounded one by one, and the next moment they shouted loudly: "How is it possible?"
"Not only did Chen Feng kill Senior Brother Wu Xinghe in front of his master, but he even broke one of his arms?"
"How terrifying is Chen Feng's strength? He looks like he hasn't tried his best!"
"Yes, I feel as if his strength can even surpass Master! It's terrifying!"
"In just a few days, his strength has made such a huge progress, it is simply incredible!"
They are all crazy, almost incoherent by Chen Feng's powerful strength!
Sang Tiancheng stared at Chen Feng, his eyes full of rage and hatred.
He hated Chen Feng to the extreme.
Chen Feng severed his arm with a palm, causing him to lose an arm, and even more so that he lost at least 40% of his cultivation skills.
How can he not hate? How not to be angry?
But he looked at the indifferent smile on Chen Feng's face, suddenly as if a basin of cold water poured on his heart.
The hatred and anger in my heart dissipated in an instant.
Instead, a wave of fear enveloped my heart.
"Chen Feng's strength is so strong. Just now his golden lightning spirit collided with mine. I am no opponent at all."
"No matter how much I hate him now, is it useful?"
He had to gritted his teeth and stared at Chen Feng, but he didn't dare to make any movements. Chen Feng smiled slightly when he saw his expression like this. You ignored him and looked at the blood wind instead.
At this time, the blood wind was already on Wu Xinghe's giant white wolf spirit.
The giant wolf spirit is extremely large, at least several hundred to a thousand times larger than the blood wind, and with Wu Xinghe's death.
Although his martial spirit power began to dissipate, he still possessed about 60% of the strength during the peak period.
However, when the blood wind just appeared, he still had a trace of desire to fight, flaunting his might, trying to kill the blood wind.
But when the blood wind came closer, he sensed the breath of the blood wind body, but he directly let out an incredibly terrified roar.