The black blade has crimson lines on it, Wu Yu doesn't know when these things appeared, anyway, one day, he suddenly found that there are more of these strange things on the Seven Deadly Sins, at that time he thought it was a blood stain that was not wiped clean, but later found that it didn't seem to be like that.

But the red lines are very light, and you can't even see clearly if you don't look carefully, but if you look closely, you will find that the extremely light lines, even if you just look at them, will make you feel like your scalp is numb and your head is drilled into something cold.

The ten men in black listened to Wu Yu and Shi Mingsong's words, and their faces were full of undisguised mockery, "Yo, it's really amazing, you even provoked us?" ”

The man in black at the head raised the corners of his mouth slightly, "Young people are really courageous now, I'm afraid we weren't so rampant back then, right?" Later, let's compare who died at the hands of these two people first, haha..."

The middle-aged man said, and he didn't forget to let out a piercing laugh in his mouth, and beside the middle-aged man, the other people couldn't help but smile.

In the distance, Shi Lin lowered his head gently, he didn't dare to face the reporters in the audience, because he didn't know what kind of expression he should use to deal with that group of people, was he nervous? Or schadenfreude?

He didn't know, so he could only lower his head so that those reporters couldn't see his expression, so that he wouldn't feel too uncomfortable, after all, he didn't like to lie to people, even if the group of reporters in the audience didn't look at him at the moment, he didn't want to use that lively expression to look at the ten bodyguards who were not far from death.

The reporters in the audience, almost subconsciously, all turned their cameras in the direction of Wu Yu and Shi Mingsong, and the two young men turned their backs to the camera very calmly, and walked in the direction of the ten bodyguards with no expression on their faces.

Listening to the bodyguard's words, Shi Mingsong's face showed a trace of cruelty, "Aren't you going to bet on who will die first?" Then I'll bet it's you. ”

"Is it me? Then I want to see how you killed me. The black-clad bodyguard grinned, with the expression on his face that I was standing here and watching how you killed me. Shi Mingsong's body suddenly disappeared in place, and the speed that suddenly erupted, even if Wu Yu had no health bonus, he could only sigh to himself.

In the next second, Shi Mingsong's body had already appeared in another place. It's still the same expression, and I haven't even changed the posture of holding the knife.

"Yo, boy, are you doing magic? Then you're doing a really good trick. The voice was full of abuse, and the bodyguard in black looked at Shi Mingsong, and couldn't help grinning, I don't know why, I suddenly felt a slight pain in my throat.

The nine people around him looked at him as if they were demonic barriers, stunned and stunned in place, and looked at him without saying a word.

"Hey, what's wrong with you?" The middle-aged man took a step and felt as if something was in his throat, hot and dripping down little by little.

Shi Mingsong glanced at the middle-aged man, and a smile appeared on his face that the latter had only shown before, "I don't know if you've heard a story." ”

"What's the story?" The man looked back at Shi Mingsong and replied subconsciously, but when he said this, the pain in his throat became more and more intense, he couldn't help but raise his hand and gently cover his throat, and when he took his hand down again, his palm was already red, "This... What is it! ”

Listening to the screams of the black-clothed man on the side as if possessed by a ghost, Shi Mingsong's face was indifferent, "It is said that in Japan on the earth, there is a person who has used a knife for more than ten years, and he has only practiced one move in the past ten years, which is stabbing." ”

"It is said that he only took one step forward, and before you could feel anything, he actually stabbed you three times." Shi Mingsong raised the short blade in his hand and lightly tapped it on his body. "The eyebrows, the throat, and the heart."

"But compared with that ordinary person, we have an innate advantage, even if we have lost our health, but because of our health, the conditions of all parts of my body are at the top, so even if I lose it, I am still stronger than many people." Shi Mingsong looked at the man in black, "So, you're actually just garbage, if it weren't for the louder screams, you wouldn't even attract my attention, how much time do you think I have?" ”

"Indeed, not a lot." Wu Yu nodded, with an expression of approval, as if the headache just now had just passed, and at this moment, he was yelled at twice by this group of people, and that irritable feeling appeared again, "And what I hate the most is that when I want to be quiet, someone is chattering in my ear." ”

The nine people looked at Wu Yu, and for the first time there was a trace of jealousy in their eyes, because Wu Yu at this moment definitely looked more terrifying than that harmless Shi Mingsong.

The Seven Deadly Sins slowly lifted, the soles of his feet slammed on the ground, and the Seven Deadly Sins in his hands slammed up, like a giant blade, cutting out the sound of the Dao wind, piercing like the sorrowful sound of a ghost, burrowing into people's ears, piercing the eardrum as if it was about to split.

The dark red lines on the Seven Deadly Sins seemed to light up at this moment, but they quickly returned to their original state, Wu Yu's eyes were indifferent, looking down on life and death? No, but to look down on the lives of all the dead people in this world.

Those lives that exist like scum don't seem to need to be valued by others.

With a knife down, flesh and blood flying, this is the first time Shi Mingsong has seen Wu Yu, and he really exposes his true nature, that lion... No, it's not a lion at all, because a lion is just the king of beasts, and all he can do is look down on everything.

But Wu Yu is different, he is not looking down, he is looking up, a thing that crawled out of hell, feeling the freshness of this world, tasting the sweetness of the air, he looks at those clean lives that he has never seen before, the kind of thing like a god.

Without any hesitation, he rushed to him, stretched out his ugly and withered hands, and shattered the perfect body little by little, and completely destroyed it little by little.

Two people didn't stop, ten people, under the hands of two people, it was just a move.

"Well, what the hell happened to you?" The works behind the two people are completely different, all of Shi Mingsong's works are completely clean, except that somewhere, a bright red color is left.

And Wu Yu, the corpse that seemed to have been torn by a demon, the middle-aged man looked at the stump on the ground, and there was horror in his eyes that could not be concealed at all.