He opened his huge mouth and looked at the god of war, at this moment he was really like a giant beast from the wilderness, all he could do was to put his feet on the ground, straining back violently, turning his body into a fresh cannonball, and slamming it towards the latter's body. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Of course, this kind of danger, which makes people already feel the collision of life, does not come from the body, the humanoid giant beast, holding in his hand, is a sharp sword with a black sword light, such a light, coupled with that kind of unparalleled momentum, as if there is no one in this world, who is qualified to stand in front of him and resist any of his attacks.

"Kill me! Kill me! Kill me! Crazy roar, as if he was really crazy, Wu Yu roared, rushed in the direction of the god of war, his tone was full of impatience, it seemed that countless war drums were beating rapidly, like the sound of a horse's hooves of a fast whip, stepping on your body and whistling, but if you really listen carefully, you will be surprised to find that from his shouts, there is no so-called rampant at all.

Because the words one after another seemed to be longing for that there was really such a person in this world who was qualified to smash his life.

But helplessly, the desire in those words is naturally not something that anyone can do, so what Wu Yu can do at this moment is just to tear up everything that stands in front of him little by little.

There was a piece of blood red in his eyes, and the Seven Deadly Sins seemed to have come to life in Wu Yu's hands, like a black swimming dragon, stabbing fiercely in the direction of the God of War.

And the latter, at this moment, can only grit his teeth and desperately resist, until this moment, he really began to think, how strong is the young man in the black robe, especially such a young man, if he is not an executor, then in this so-called third layer, how many people can bear the title of the so-called executor?

But Wu Yu didn't pay attention to what he meant, just a slight dullness, the sword in Wu Yu's hand had already stabbed in front of the latter, and the strength in his hand also increased sharply, stabbing towards the latter's chest.

"Rub!"

With a violent friction sound, the seven deadly sins in Wu Yu's hands were not inserted into the latter's chest as desired, watching the beautiful blood flow out of the neat wound, because above his chest, a little finger-thick blade suddenly blocked all this.

And at this moment, the seven deadly sins cut their sword body inch by inch into the so-called huge blade. And the sound of violent friction also sounded from the wounds of the two iron tools in an instant, and the loud piercing noise seemed to want to penetrate all the people in this world who could stop him.

The huge force forced the god of war back dozens of steps before slowly stopping, he gritted his teeth and looked at the seven deadly sins that finally stopped, and at this moment, the tip of the latter's sword was only about an inch away from his chest.

But even if there was still an inch away, he still felt the cold that penetrated deep into his bone marrow from the black blade. The coldness, which seemed to stuff a person into an ice cellar, froze his body inch by inch, and all he could do seemed to be to sit back and wait for death.

Death? No, no one wants to die, even if it's just a lowest-level ant, as long as it can live, it still picks up leftovers every day, everyone is desperately trying to live, so even if it's the god of war, why doesn't he want to live in this world?

However, he also wanted to continue to use his remaining strength to fight hard, but he knew that he couldn't do it at all, so would he take the only remaining strength? He couldn't even make him raise his head arrogantly, he couldn't do such the simplest action, why did he fight with Wu Yu to the death, to fight for a victory?

"Kill me, don't you want to kill me? If you want to kill me, come on, kill me. Wu Yu stood in front of him, saying this sentence in his mouth, which had faded away from the so-called rampant, and sounded like a demanding feeling.

It seems that he is escaping something, that kind of thing is holding him so hard that he can't escape no matter what, maybe it's not that there is no way at all, unless he dies and goes to that new world, that kind of thing will always hold on to you, and stick to it.

Wu Yu pulled out the Seven Deadly Sins little by little, and he looked at the tall God of War, but at this moment, the existence that used to be invincible in the eyes of countless people had fallen to the ground at this moment.

"As I said, garbage is just garbage, and the final destination of a garbage is just to lie in the garbage heap and enjoy the warmth brought to you by the same garbage." Wu Yu's words did not have the slightest warmth, he looked at the latter, raised the seven deadly sins, and pointed directly at the latter's throat, "From the day you came here today, I believe you are ready to die." ”

"Although I don't have anything to say about a group of demons, but I want to tell you now, as demons, those friends of yours are going to die more noble than you, after all, they are dying on the battlefield, they are fighting for themselves, they are for climbing up step by step, for the little sunlight, but you have given up your true self for the profits in front of you, a demon who has not even had the original dream, what qualifications do you have to be called a demon?"

His eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked at the god of war who was staring at the moment, with a little horror in his eyes, "Seriously, if the demon is a great race, but will only be the scum of this race, but if this is just some other people, and another kind of life to give up, then I tell you, as a demon, you are not worthy at all, even if a real demon is crushed, he will not bow to anyone at all, all they will do is raise their heads high and fight." ”

I don't know why I would say so much to such a person, say it to the god of war again, so much tell him again, the sword in his hand shook slightly, his footsteps slid forward slightly, the tip of the sword did not stop at all, a sword pierced into the latter's throat, only a muffled sound could be heard, and the rest was blood flowing out little by little along the wound, spilling all over every corner of the ground.

"It's dead." Wu Yu withdrew his sword and sighed softly, "Since he is already dead, then the only one left is you..."

He raised his head and looked in the direction of the third prince, whose face was full of horror at the moment.