But Wu Yu's actions were simply blocked. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 He looked at the red-haired youth's face, which was full of anger, and he frantically slashed at the blade of the Seven Deadly Sins, as if trying to smash the latter to pieces.

But the so-called idea is just a simple idea, crazy slashing, in just a dozen seconds, at least hundreds of swords have fallen on the sword body of the Seven Deadly Sins, but what remains...

Well, nothing was left, not even a white scratch, those two red short blades, if they were replaced by other knives, they might have been broken a long time ago I don't know how many knots they were, but now, the seven deadly sins in Wu Yu's hands have not happened. Staying there as it was, it was like an old man laughing at the child's youthful ignorance.

With a kick, he kicked the red-haired young man's chest, the expression on his face still did not change, and the huge force made the latter's chest collapse suddenly, and then bright red blood slowly flowed out of the latter's mouth and nose.

In an instant, the Seven Deadly Sins in Wu Yu's hand turned suddenly, his body was slightly to the side, and the tip of the sword stabbed out lightly, just in an instant, the Seven Deadly Sins had already probed the wrist of the red-haired young man. Wu Yu's wrist was crooked, and the tip of the sword instantly wanted to fall aside, and suddenly blood flowed out from the wrist of the red-haired young man. Immediately after that, the Seven Deadly Sins struck upwards slightly, and then Wu Yu didn't continue to move, just let the latter fly backwards along the huge force.

The tip of the sword slashed directly through the tendons on the latter's wrist. It was just a heart-rending pain, and the red-haired young man looked at his palm that had been stained with blood, which was already limp and unconscious at the moment.

There was no need to guess anymore, he already knew that his palm had been completely abolished by Wu Yu at the moment. Without even the slightest hand, the sword was cut in half, even with the bones. The bright red short blade in his hand gently fell to the ground, even with its own strength, the red blade even gently plunged into the stones on the ground, stabbing the ground into a small hole.

The blade faced the wind, as if it were about to split the wind in front of him in half.

There is never anything to stop time, maybe you can deduct the battery behind the dial, or you can break the hands on the clock, but you can never stop time.

The murderous aura is becoming more and more intense at this moment, and from this moment on, no one can still remember the time, because everyone at this moment, they are looking at their faces, that young man like a devil, holding a weapon that only a devil should have, doing what a devil can do.

"Brother... Brother, are you there... Brother, wake up..."In his ears, the little devil's voice was getting weaker and weaker, and Wu Yu tried hard to open his eyes, but his eyelids became heavier and heavier.

Is it dead? No, he knew that he wasn't dead, but he was really tired at this moment, he really wanted to find a place, lie down and sleep well, don't care about anything, someone outside will help him solve everything, and he will finally be able to hide behind others one day?

Is there really that kind of person in the world, who have never been vulnerable? No, that's just the toughness you see, their fragility, even more terrible than glass, their fragility can't resist even the slightest touch.

Perhaps from the moment he was left, he had never enjoyed what it was like to hide behind someone else. Since elementary school, he has been beaten and scolded by others, and all he can do is beat back with his fists and scold back with his mouth. When he beats someone to tears, others will have parents to stand in front of him and scold him.

And what he can do is to use that body that is not even one meter and two meters to resist those foaming mouths, raise his head high, and tell the world that he is not wrong, he will not bow his head.

In front of him, there will never be such a person who has ever stood up and helped him resist the wind and rain for a moment, maybe his waist is too straight, or it is too long, he is used to helping others resist the wind and rain, but he has forgotten himself. Forgetting that he is also an ordinary person who should hide behind a huge umbrella.

But at this moment, he seemed to get that kind of warmth, the kind of warmth that someone was blocking in front of him, and all he needed to do was to stand behind that person and bow his head carefully, for fear of letting others see the faint happiness on his face.

Perhaps, such a person really doesn't ask for a lot, all he wants is a person's most ordinary care for him, that's all.

But no, never before.

At this moment, Wu Yu has forgotten who he is, maybe he should stay in such darkness all the time, here he can avoid the killing of the outside world, those intrigues from the outside world, he can lie in the dark and sleep with a smile, and don't care about anything.

But now in the outside world, Wu Yu's body has been completely covered with blood. Maybe he was a little tired, and his speed was finally full, and in his hand, the person he was holding was not dead at the moment, his fingers pierced into the man's chest, and the huge palm gently held the man's heart, which was still struggling and beating hard.

"Smack..."Just like a balloon gently bursting, blood splattered from that person's chest, and Wu Yu waved his palm at will, throwing the corpse aside.

At this moment, there are only six people left alive in the audience. The red-haired young man had already fallen to the ground at this moment, and his already bright red hair was soaked in the same crimson blood at this moment, slowly drying up and condensing into another color.

And above his body, the rich murderous aura seemed to have condensed into an entity at this moment, permeating that terrifying coldness into everyone's body. If someone could touch his skin at this moment, they would definitely retract their palms in shock, touching the skin that might have been frostbitten at that moment.

Because of Wu Yu at this moment, the temperature above his body is even like crawling out of an ice cellar.

Is it over? The smile on Wu Yu's face was still bright, and he walked slowly, and the faces of the remaining six executors were already dead gray.