Chapter 81: The Real Hell (Part II)

After speaking, Uncle Li popped out of an open space in the stands, his palm wiped on his waist, and a bright silver sword stabbed straight in the direction of Wu Yu with a dazzling light. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

"Don't think that you are the only one in this fallen city who has weapons!" Uncle Li's eyes were filled with murderous intent, and he did not leave any trace of Wu Yu's own strength, and his rights expanded.

Wu Yu raised his head, the blood had stained every corner of his body, and the bones under his feet were still warm, and some even made a frightened sound of "whirring".

In his eyes, the killing intent was surging, and for this so-called Uncle Li, it was only even worse, "One hundred and thirty health points?" Then I'll accept it unceremoniously! ā€œ

"Rampant!" A trace of coldness flashed in Uncle Li's eyes, and the sharp sword stabbed directly at Wu Yu's throat mercilessly with the sound of whirring wind.

For this fierce sword, Wu Yu frowned slightly, after all, the other party was also a master whose strength had reached one hundred and thirty health points, and under his cold gaze, Wu Yu actually had a feeling that he couldn't dodge.

Wu Yu snorted coldly, since you can't dodge, then try your strength, how strong is it! Wu Yu shouted violently, and the seven deadly sins mixed with huge blood qi rushed to the sky, and the black dragon was like being covered with a layer of blood, revealing all beings.

Wu Yu bounced violently, "The Seven Deadly Sins, born for killing, forged for killing, slaughtering millions of people in the world, raising swords with blood, practicing swords with life..."

In the distance, I don't know where, the little devil is wearing a fine black dress, and there is only the little devil on the top of the high mountain, from here you can barely see the gladiatorial arena of the fallen city, but for the little devil, the fight seems to be in front of him.

"You used to write this, brother." The little devil tilted his head, as if he was enjoying this beautiful performance, countless people were finally ashes, no one here will remember them, they are just stepping stones.

"Born to kill, forged to kill. Brother, you've finally pulled out your sword. The little devil held a beautiful glass in his hand, and red wine like blood rippled gently. After a while, the little devil sighed faintly, "Brother, you are really tired." ā€

The little devil's eyes were deep, and he seemed to have seen through everything, "Is there only one way you can vent?" But how many people in this world are qualified to die under your sword? Uncle Li is not worthy, Zheng Xuan is not worthy, even if it is the so-called god, I'm afraid he is not worthy of letting you kill. ā€

He didn't care who he was talking to, he just said it, and it seemed that it would be much more relaxing. Suddenly, the little devil threw the wine glass in his hand lightly, rolled down the craggy cliff, and poured out a bright red, "Brother, I don't know how much more I can help you bear, but you must know that I am still you, maybe what I can help you bear is only what I think is loneliness." ā€

The little devil's eyes instantly became fierce, "When the whole world is in front of us, brother, let me die for you!" ā€

Wu Yu suddenly felt a twitch in his heart, as if suddenly, something was missing. It's as if the most important part has been siphoned off. He glanced at Song Cheng and the others, although the battle circle there was fierce, but under the desperate protection of several of them, no one was injured.

Since they're fine, what could be more important than them?

Wu Yu shook his head, inexplicably irritable, Uncle Li was drinking at the moment, and shot in Wu Yu's direction, "Boy, the old man will definitely break you into pieces today!" ā€

"Get out!" Wu Yu's eyes narrowed slightly, and the murderous aura poured out directly. The blood-colored light on the Seven Deadly Sins became heavier and heavier, and even the sound of the dragon's groan gradually became the sound of a ghostly roar.

Wu Yu's eyes were faintly disdainful, which directly angered Uncle Li, no matter what, he was already only sixty years old, and at this moment, facing a child who was only seventeen or eighteen years old, he would be looked down upon by the latter. This feeling made him quite awkward, he only used sixty percent of his strength, but he instantly burst out with one hundred percent strength, and it was even much stronger than his normal strength.

After all, this is still a modern society, and as for those ancient swordsmanship, it has long been hidden in time, so now even on the first floor, most of the swordsmanship of those so-called swordsmen is through constant fighting, and then they have explored it little by little.

But among these swordsmanship, there will naturally be some fine products, if this is the earth, then these swordsmanship will definitely be treated as treasures by those people, secretly hidden, until the day when they are old, and then take out these swordsmanship and pass it on to their children and grandchildren.

But here, those so-called high-quality swordsmanship are just some bargaining chips to win for their own lives. And Uncle Li, as a high-level executive in the city, is naturally not very difficult to get these chips that are difficult for others to get.

But now, the so-called swordsmanship, in Wu Yu's eyes, is just some fancy skills. There is even a legend that Satan, the lord of hell, slaughtered tens of millions of resentful spirits in order to rule hell in January, but in the end, among the corpses of tens of millions of resentful spirits, the seven deadly sins were found.

At that time, Satan was also very curious about this sword, and even wanted to make it his own sword, but he soon found that in his hands, this sword was a waste sword.

Because the person who wants to pick up this sword and is qualified to use it must have very special conditions, such as a dead man.

Therefore, although Wu Yu got the Seven Deadly Sins, he didn't know what sword moves he had at all. But now, in the face of Ling Tian's sword, which was like a flying immortal outside the sky, Wu Yu made only one move, he held the sword and confronted Uncle Li head-on without fear.

Uncle Li made a move, and the people below naturally didn't dare to act rashly, they retreated slightly, looking at those two people, without any fancy confrontation.

There are no superfluous movements, let alone bloody fight scenes, because now Wu Yu has lost everything, he doesn't understand anything, the only thing he knows now is - kill!

A sword stabbed out, Wu Yu's face showed a fierce color, and at the moment when the two swords were staggered, the Seven Deadly Sins shook slightly, and I saw Uncle Li's bright silver sword instantly folded into several pieces.

Before Uncle Li could come back to his senses, the two people who had already fallen to the ground, Wu Yu's toes instantly tapped and stabbed out again.

Looking at Wu Yu, who was getting closer and closer, Uncle Li let out a miserable scream, "Little brother, Rao..."

Before he finished speaking, Wu Yu had already come out in front of him, and the Seven Deadly Sins showed a fierce sword light, pointing directly at Uncle Li's heart. In the next moment, only the sound of an iron weapon entering the flesh was heard, and the Seven Deadly Sins passed directly through Uncle Li's chest, and blood gushed out along the blade of the sword.

"Whoever stands in my way, die!" (To be continued.) )