This battle, from the moment Wu Yu appeared, had already turned into a battle that did not require results. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info In the face of death, all those results, the rest are all nothing.

With a slap away from the person who rushed over, Wu Yu's face was splashed with a little blood and condensed red, and the snow lined his face, white as a newborn child, and his face was splashed with blood, showing a special charm. The corpse under the feet is like a thick carpet, soft and soft when stepped on.

"Click... Click.." Wu Yu pinched the person's neck in his hand, with a slight smile on his face, that person's chin began to break slowly in Wu Yu's hand, blood flowed out of his mouth, and the expression on that person's face was full of his pain at the moment.

There are more than fifty masters, and there are less than twenty people left at the moment. On the battlefield between the black market and the Four Gods Pavilion, there is still a smoke of gunpowder. Countless people were rolling on the ground, their faces had been scratched with several blood marks, and the bones on their bodies had been broken into several pieces by unknown people.

The battle between the two sides, from the initial suppression, has now begun to become comparable. The Four Gods Pavilion didn't dare to have any reservations at the moment, and all the disciples in the Four Gods Pavilion poured out.

Although on the surface, there are still far more disciples of the Four Divine Pavilion than the people in the black market, but all the powerful combat power of the Four Divine Pavilion at the moment is all dragged by Wu Yu, and there is no way to participate in the battle, but the black market obviously has no worries about this at the moment, because among them, there are still the existence of Shao Zeyang and others. There were a large number of corpses under their feet, and at this moment, among them, even Yuan Rong had reached the strength of close to five hundred health points.

The four gods looked at Wu Yu in a daze at this moment, the killing god who seemed to have crawled out of hell, his feet were full of corpses, and those things might be just some stones for him to step on.

Revenge for your son? The face of the four gods suddenly showed a trace of sadness, and he glanced at the corpses that had fallen at random, those people used to be his most loyal subordinates, but at this moment, for his words, those who could have been in the paradise were completely mixed up, but now they became quiet corpses.

The thick bloody breath rushed into his nostrils, and at this moment he finally came to his senses, maybe he really did something wrong... In the corpse, he can no longer find the existence of his son, his head has turned into a pile of flesh at the moment, and the rest of his body has probably been buried by more corpses, right?

Don't... Are you really wrong? What is the use of that son of his own, he still needs to use so many people to avenge him, since he is dead, even if that person is a genius, maybe he has no role in it, right?

There was a hint of bitterness on the face of the four gods, maybe this time it was really wrong, and it was very completely wrong, because such a person is not worth doing that by himself.

But even if he already knows that he is wrong, it is still too late after all, no one here will forgive you inexplicably, and even if he does, I'm afraid it's just a joke. Even if Wu Yu forgives the four gods now, what can he do, a dying man guarding an empty pavilion of the four gods? That's probably even more uncomfortable than killing him outright.

But Wu Yu obviously didn't have that much time, waiting for him to think. On his hands, blood was dripping. Of course, this blood is not his, but flows from the bodies of those behind him.

They attached themselves to Wu Yu's hands, allowing fresher blood to replace them.

Finally, the last person was thrown to the ground by Wu Yu, there was nothing left above his neck, his head swirled, and he rolled in front of the four gods.

Feng Jiang covered her mouth, she may be the only one who is still alive and strong in the Four Gods Pavilion, she looked at Wu Yu and shook her head vigorously, "No, you are not him, you are definitely not him, who are you?" ”

The exclamation attracted Wu Yu, who turned his head silently, his brows furrowed slightly, "He? Who is it? ”

Who is he? Feng Jiang couldn't help but be stunned when he heard this, who was he? Yes, you are not him, so who are you and who is he, it is clearly a person, can there be two souls hidden in a person's body?

Feng Jiang was speechless for a while, he looked at Wu Yu, his beautiful eyes were full of horror. The person before, she was sure, although she always smiled and said that she was going to kill her, but she knew that that person did not have the slightest killing intent at all, or rather, that person was simply trying to suppress herself, and she could clearly smell the blood on that person's palm. It was simply the smell of human life, little by little, but he was suppressing, he looked at everyone with a smile, maybe at that moment he was really waiting for the Quartet God to surrender.

For such a person, surrender does not seem to be a very humiliating option? But again, it's too late by now. The young master of the Four Gods Pavilion, that is, the gentleman who only causes trouble every day, ended the only way out.

Feng Jiang tilted his head slightly, and glanced at the girl, the look on her little face was extremely ugly, but she still gritted her teeth and insisted, maybe she just didn't want to be a drag on this man, right? Maybe his young master is right, a beautiful girl, who wouldn't like it, but what he said, if he also has such a girl, I'm afraid he will be angry.

Feng Jiang sighed lightly, the young man had already walked in front of him, he looked at Feng Jiang indifferently, the bewitching little face that could cause countless riots in the paradise, but there was no trace of emotion in his eyes.

Wu Yu slowly raised his hand, and everyone looked at the young man, his eyes were no longer a large area of blood, but a faint purple color appeared. He would really kill the phoenix general, and everyone said silently in their hearts, a devil he cares about, not just a good-looking skin.

Feng Jiang also knew at this moment that it was impossible for him to have a second knot, he silently closed his eyes, although the face in front of him was ordinary and there was nothing outstanding about it, but she suddenly felt that she seemed to like that face. She smiled bitterly, she was really messing around, in fact, even in the Four Gods Pavilion, few people knew her age, only twenty-seven years old, she had reached this level. A young girl has the right to like people, but no one in the twenty-seven years can let her take a second look, but before she dies, she will still like the young man who is about to kill her.

What nonsense. Feng Jiang wanted to slap himself twice to make himself sober and sober. But she still didn't do that, because maybe she was sober, it would only make herself more uncomfortable, right?

She has already accepted her fate, and everyone is sighing slightly, the most beautiful girl in the Four Gods Pavilion is finally dead today, no matter how beautiful a flower is, there will be a day when it will wither.

However, at this moment, a somewhat weak voice suddenly rang out, "Wait, don't kill her..." )