"Boy, you hold on, we'll be ...... soon It's going to be in there soon! ”

The tireless 'going to the dead' poured into everyone like a rising 'tide' of the sea, and there were only eleven soldiers left who were still awake, Wu Wenxu was the backbone of everyone, and he undertook 60 percent of the siege alone, and under such a 'tide', it was difficult for Wu Wenxu to get out at all.

"Kill!"

The wounded arm was spilled with tragic blood because of the tensed muscles, and the man, with great strength, sent the sword into the heart of a 'dead man', but before the sword could be pulled out of the enemy's heart, a heavy hammer smashed into his back, and the man spat blood from his mouth, and immediately fell into the red mud.

This man who shouted to rescue Wu Wenxu was beaten to death by three walking corpses who walked 'meat' to the dead!

"Beep!"

The sound of crushing bones and blood spraying melted into the impact of weapons, and the man's corpse was quickly cut beyond recognition by the 'Deaths', and the unconscious 'Deaths' pulled their weapons from his body, and staggered their bodies around the last few of them.

"Don't come here, keep the formation reads;!"

Seeing a soldier who wanted to rush in but died instantly, Wu Wenxu gritted his teeth fiercely, "Bang! Wu Wenxu calmly put away the sword, his elbow suddenly leaned back, and the 'going to the dead' that came from behind him, the 'breast' bone was smashed to pieces, and the burly body fell backwards and overwhelmed three or four stupid guys.

"Row!"

Five heavy swords slashed from all directions, Wu Wenxu resisted three heavy swords with the blade of the wind, but due to the huge loss of physical strength, the other two slid and slashed against the blade of the sword, and they were about to pierce their waists!

Wu Wenxu's eyes suddenly condensed, he was not 'chaotic' in the face of danger, the broken sword mouth was like a spirit snake provoking, and he turned back in an instant, only two crisp sounds were heard, and the lord not only picked up the deadly heavy sword that was wielded, but stabbed it away, and the thin sword easily cut the throats of the two guys, killing them with one sword!

This is not the way to go. ’

Wu Wenxu is also furious, what kind of small test is being carried out in the City of Faith, it is clear that it is to be wiped out, is it possible that my dignified Lord Diablo is going to die in the hands of a group of nobodies who have lost their minds?

Having said that, Wu Wenxu was still as calm as Mount Tai in the face of heavy blows from all directions, and the wind blade that was as light as Hong 'Mao' was already blessed with wind magic, as long as he still maintained his consciousness, it would be difficult for the attack of the 'going to the dead' to inflict a fatal blow on himself.

Wu Wenxu's strength has already made the still sober 'going to die' dumbfounded.

What kind of monster the hell is he.

Those unconscious guys don't know the pain, and their strength is infinite, if they were themselves, it would be very difficult to resist one person, but he alone and a broken sword can resist the siege of seventy or eighty people?

He's even more powerful than the Great Magician!

Wu Wenxu's strength and calmness made the survivors more confident, and for a while there were overwhelming 'deaths' who were overwhelming, but they couldn't easily kill them, they thought in their hearts, that kid fought desperately for himself, if he died first, wouldn't it be too embarrassing!

Moreover, he is fighting for himself!!

What about a thick brain?

What about brute force?

Even if you die of exhaustion.

Even if it is, it will definitely die.

We also have to share it for you with a lot of blood!

"Boy, fight with confidence!"

A strong man laughed and grabbed the throat of the "Death" and stabbed him in the heart.

The 'Going to the Dead' slowly fell down with empty 'hole' blood-red eyes, but the strong man's right 'leg' was cut off entirely, and he only frowned slightly, as if he didn't feel pain, he drew his knife and faced the next 'Dead Man' again.

"These people on the periphery will 'hand' over to us to resist!"

The last surviving eight men were all seriously injured, but I don't know where the strength came from, the next knife they cut out was more powerful and more fierce than that one, it was a cheap life, waste, if there is a kind, come and take it!

The blade of the wind is like an elegant waltz, constantly harvesting the "life" of the "going to the dead", once the "going to the dead" is killed by Wu Wenxu, the enemies on the periphery will automatically replenish it, which always makes Wu Wenxu bear great pressure, and at this time, the "going to the dead" who tried to be replenished from the periphery was blocked by eight men who fought bloodily!

However, Wu Wenxu's physical strength is really going to be exhausted.

At the moment of life and death, the corners of the lord's 'lips' gradually rose.

'Since you think so highly of me......

The dense pressure of the 'going to the dead' blocked Wu Wenxu's sight, Wu Wenxu didn't know how many people had survived now, Wu Wenxu wanted to roar in response to their shouts, but the rain of blades and swords made Wu Wenxu gasp for breath, and his whole body was like collapse......

The Temple of the Nights.

"Grand Master Shen, you have to be the talker, once the gambling contract in the Nightless Palace is established, it cannot be changed, if you can't take out the gold coins after he dies, Uncle Shen will have to come to ransom him personally."

Li Feng stared at the screen tightly, holding back a twisted smile.

Eight million gold coins is definitely not a small amount for Shen Lian, not to mention that there are six people in the room, just wait for that guy to die under the 'chaotic' knife, Shen Lian will have to pay 48 million gold coins, now, see if Shen Xiaolin doesn't beat him to death!

Shen Dagongzi, who had lost ninety-nine consecutive losses, was out of his mind, he snorted coldly, the folding fan snapped out, and said loudly: "I, Shen Lian, have always been good at talking, isn't it just 480 million gold coins?" My son has money, but it's you, don't cry if you lose later. ”

Lose?

Hehe, it's simply impossible!

Li Feng opened his greedy eyes comfortably, oops, speaking of good luck today, the last batch of 'going to the dead' behaved unexpectedly, so that the Purgatory Arena had to delay the game, and because of this, in order to save more trouble, the Purgatory Arena simply 'sex' sentenced these guys who had never entered the city to death.

As long as the poisonous incense of purgatory-lily of the valley and soul-destroying pulp is not lifted, they will be unable to fly with their wings.

In any case, Shen Lian's eight million gold coins, he has decided!

"Dang!"

The weakened lord let out a low roar, slammed the mallet, and then dropped his sword in his hand, killing the guy on the spot.

Under the countless sword lights and sword shadows, Wu Wenxu struggled to withdraw the Wind Blade, his deep eyes were already full of blood red, Wu Wenxu was like a bloodthirsty beast, slowly 'licking' towards the sword blade.

"I don't want to die now compared to the traps of the future."

Wu Wenxu knew very well that if he continued to consume, he would only die of exhaustion.

However, he is Wu Wenxu, he is the lord of Diablo, he doesn't want to die, let alone die.

Wu Wenxu lowered the blade of his sword, closed his eyes and breathed deeply, he could hear the sudden sound of the wind, he could hear the breath of the 'going to the dead', and under the eager gaze of countless pairs of eyes in the Nightless Palace, he made a move that no one expected.

"Whew!"

At the moment when the sword light and sword shadow fell, the lord stabbed the blade of the wind into his chest!