However, today, on this night, when they saw their accomplices fall in the hands of Yu Wentian one by one, and the death was so miserable, they were really afraid, and at this time, they remembered the people who had died in their hands before, their eyes, their deaths, and their screams were exactly the same as their accomplices.

They knew that the next thing would happen to them, that look, that kind of death, that miserable roar.

Cause and effect cycle, there is karma and retribution.

Perhaps, no one told them before that this is where the killer ends!

Perhaps, no one told them before that killers are not immortal!

Perhaps, no one told them before that they were tied to death from the day they became killers!

A few of the men in black were already timid, they were retreating, their faces pale and weak, and their backs were covered in cold sweat.

Their legs were not as strong as they had been before, and they trembled slightly.

"Bang ......"

When Yu Wentian smashed the head of a man in black with a punch, Bai Huahua's brains splashed out, splashed to the ground, and splashed on them.

"Vomit ......"

A black-clothed man collapsed on the ground, his stomach began to cramp, vomit, vomit incessantly, at first chewed food, then sour water, and finally, they vomited blood, bright red blood!

This is their favorite color, and it indicates that their mission is complete or about to be completed.

But now, it was the color they feared most, the same color and smell as the flower of life that bloomed before the death of those who died at their own hands.

He knew that death was getting closer and closer to him!

He was afraid, he was very afraid!

He trembled, kept trembling, faster and faster, his body gradually spasmed and began to convulse!

"Bang ......"

Another stream of red and white splashed on his body, and a black figure standing not far from him lost its head in an instant, and it shook violently.

He froze!

"Ah......h

After three breaths, he roared as if he were delirious, and his hands kept clutching, clutching the dirt on the ground, clutching at his clothes, clutching his hair, clutching his face.

Blood marks appeared, and he still didn't stop the movements of his hands, but there was no sparkle in his eyes.

"Phew!"

A jet-black spear pierced his heart, and before it could breathe, it was withdrawn, and he fell to the ground, and before he died, he was awake for a moment, and a faint voice spat out two words.

"Maniac!"

These are his last words, the last words of a killer!

This is still a compliment to Yu Wentian, he doesn't know how to describe this terrifying figure, and in desperation, it is summed up in two words.

Lunatic!

Perhaps, in the eyes of these killers, Yu Wentian at this time is a madman, he seems to be a messenger from the underworld, as if he is an asura in the blood domain, or a ferocious and tyrannical demon beast.

"Wow ......"

As soon as the God Devouring Spear moved, another man in black was pierced through the center of his eyebrows, and his soul was destroyed, and he fell to the ground with a bang.

At this time, Yu Wentian seemed to have become a bloody person, and these bloods were all enemies, and his eyes were shining with purple light, slightly golden. The corners of his mouth curled slightly, revealing a wicked smile.

Full of murderous aura, even if there is no fluctuation of the aura, it is difficult to hide his demon-like domineering.

He is destined to be the most dazzling presence on this battlefield, even if he does not exert his qi, make the sound of the sky falling, or make a mysterious vision.

Every attack he attacks is the simplest technique, and even ordinary people can do it.

However, after he performed it, it was no longer a striking technique, but a high-level martial art, an art of fighting, and an art of killing.

Those warriors who stayed on the field to watch were not lucky before at this time, their faces were frightened, trembling, some were also vomiting, and some were pale and crawled away.

Time passed slowly, and in addition to Yu Wentian and the three of them, there were only five people in black and the fat man on the entire battlefield.

The feather book was already covered with scars at this time, and the silver-faced man was also out of breath, and his tender white skin leaked out, oozing a trace of blood.

However, the two still fought, and there was no intention of stopping.

carefree but intact, as if playing with four men in black. He has the God of War body, but he does not have a trace of war intent, which should be because these people cannot make him have a trace of war intent.

"Bang ......"

Yu Wentian and the fat man slapped each other, and the two of them stepped back together. Yu Wentian retreated one zhang, but the fat man retreated as much as five zhang, looking at his image, he was extremely embarrassed, his clothes were tattered, his hair was messy, his face was splashed with blood, and he no longer looked like you as an upstart.

"You...... You're not human!"

He got up tremblingly, looked at Yu Wentian with a look of space, and said in a trembling voice.

Yu Wentian was still silent, the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, and that evil smile was full of bloodthirsty **.

He walked like the wind, quickly appeared in front of the fat man, and stepped on the opponent's left knee with great agility.

"Click......

The fat man had been paying attention to the gun in Yu Wentian's hand, and had seen its kick.

"Ah......h

The fat man screamed, his face turned pale, he broke out in a cold sweat, covered his knees, and struggled on the ground.

"Click......

Another kick, the fat man's right knee shattered.

"Ah......h

The second scream sounded, and the fat man looked strange as if he had lost his soul.

At this time, Yuwen Genius raised the God Devouring Spear high, the tip of the spear pointing downward, aimed at the fat man's forehead.

"Stop!"

An old cold cheer came, but unfortunately, Yu Wentian did not have a good pause, and the God Devouring Spear was inserted in an instant, penetrating from the forehead, passing through the brain, and emerging from the back of the erection neck.

The fat man's eyes instantly disappeared, and his soul was also strangled by the God Devouring Spear.

"Wow ......"

Yu Wentian moved with one hand and directly pulled out the God Devouring Spear, and the fat man's body was immediately on the ground.

"Damn it!"

The old voice sounded again, Yuwen Tian followed the prestige, and a black shadow walked slowly, not only slowly, but with each step, it would step a distance of one zhang, and leave a phantom behind him.

Master!

The person who came is a master!

Yu Wentian was excited, if it was Yu Wentian a few months ago, when he met a master, his eyes would be very calm, but at this time, Yu Wentian seemed to be a demon from the abyss, with a bloodthirsty light in his eyes.

There was not only one person who came, but also a man in black, who had already rushed towards Xiaoyao, because Xiaoyao had slapped the last killer of the Void Spirit Sixfold Heaven Realm into pulp, and he had no opponent.

This man was also wearing a mask, a red mask, a red color of blood. The cultivation in the middle stage of the Nine Heavens Realm of the Void Spirit was not much different from Xiaoyao's, but Xiaoyao knew that this person would eventually die in his own hands, because he had not yet condensed his momentum to the peak.

When the two men arrived, a trace of excitement flashed in the silver-faced man's eyes, as if the seedlings of the long-drought had waited for the rain.

The arrival of these two people instantly gave him confidence, and the situation that was slightly suppressed by Yuhuashu changed again, and the two reached a tie again, and the victory was inseparable.

"Young man, you are not small!" A hoarse voice sounded, and the man in black stood three feet in front of Yu Wentian, his eyes were like poisonous snakes, staring at Yu Wentian's eyes.

It's just that in less than three breaths, his face was instantly covered with horror, and he looked at Yu Wentian with great horror.

It's horrible!

What kind of eyes are these?

How can humans have such terrifying eyes?

With his cultivation at the peak of the Nine Heavens Realm of the Void Spirit, he couldn't help but shudder when he saw such a pair of eyes.

"Hey, hey, seeing you, I'm even bolder!" Yu Wentian's figure became arrogant, hoarse, and even a little gloomy.

The man in black took off his cloak, revealing an old face, gray hair, triangular eyes like poisonous snakes, and an old scar that started from the right corner of his forehead, passed through the bridge of his nose, and went to the bottom of his left ear, almost splitting his head in half, and looked extremely hideous.

The black-clothed old man calmed down, didn't pay attention to Yu Wentian's eyes, just looked at his cultivation, then looked at the Devouring Spear, frowned, and said, "Which force are you a disciple of?

"Hahaha! You'll know right away! Come, come, come, I'll tell you!" Yu Wentian's mouth curled again, laughed three times, and said, "I am the Lord of Death! I am the God of Killing! I am the Lord of Destruction!"

The arrogant laughter swept the entire battlefield, and the four people who were fighting in the distance in the coming year were all slightly stunned, and looked over, of course, it was only for a moment, and they threw themselves into their own battle.

"Arrogant! Kill so many people in my Shura! You just wait to pay it back!" the old man in black said with a murderous aura.

"Kill it, kill it, what can you do with me?" Yu Wentian said loudly, raising the god-devouring spear in his hand, staring at the old man in black, and said, "Not only do I want to kill them, I also want to taste your blood, what does it taste like!"

"Bold! Die!" The old man was furious, and the momentum on his body was like a tide, rising into the sky, with a thick killing intent, much stronger than the Eight Soul Sword.

In his hand, a strange blood-red blade appeared, like a knife and a sword.

The red, with a strong smell of blood, can be seen that this is a blade that has been stained with the blood of countless people.

The old man raised his blade high, and instantly conjured up a blood-colored sword shadow nearly ten zhang long, slashing towards Yuwentian.

"Shura has no life!"

The huge blood-colored sword shadow struck towards Yuwentian, Yuwentian's eyes were full of purple light, and the shadow of the golden lotus Buddha appeared behind him, and the word "swastika" on the top of his head hung in the air, covering the range of ten zhang, and his body exuded a powerful and incomparable killing intent.

The God Devouring Spear in his hand stabbed at the incoming sword shadow, instantly transforming into a purple-gold spear shadow ten zhang long.

"Shura God Slayer!"

The purple-gold spear shadow was like a divine dragon, rushing out and sweeping towards the blood-red sword shadow.

"Boom ......"

There was a loud earth-shattering sound, and the purple gold spear shadow and the blood-red sword shadow held each other for a breath, and after a breath, the blood-red sword shadow instantly collapsed, while the purple-gold spear shadow only dimmed a little, and continued to kill towards the black-clothed old man.