Of course, the words can't be heard, the second elder and Yuan Rong don't know which fork to run to at this moment, maybe they can't get lost, let alone hear Wu Yu's words.

But he was stunned, and he didn't care whether the other party heard him or not, so he was there alone and muttered over and over again, even if the person in front of him was already a dead man.

The Seven Deadly Sins were slowly pulled out of the bodies of the two people, and the beautiful sword did not have the slightest blood on it, even if it was only touched lightly, it would quickly roll down.

He tilted his head slightly, looking at Vank, perhaps behind him.

But Fan Ke looked at Wu Yu, that kind of dead eyes made his scalp numb, and he could even feel that the latter's eyes were not on him at all, but that inexplicable sense of fear still couldn't be dispelled.

"Oh, it's gone." As if his brain was a little sluggish, Wu Yu stood there and quietly looked at the direction in which the two people left, "It's a pity, I still have to chase it, trouble." ”

As he spoke, he kicked the two corpses in front of him away and walked in the direction of Vank.

What the hell is this monster, it's the second time, it's the second time.

Just like the Super Saiyan transformation in the anime, the power of the body suddenly becomes less like a person, more like a ferocious beast that wants to tear everything in front of it to pieces. If he hadn't seen this kind of thing with his own eyes, he wouldn't even think about it.

Because this is beyond the cognition of a normal person, not to mention that the young man's life value has not changed at all, but the changes in his strength are obvious, and the young man at this moment seems to be stronger than just now, is there any such thing as a second transformation?

Fanke's head was in chaos, he looked at the young man in front of him who was slowly approaching him, he didn't know what to say, it didn't seem to have anything to talk about, it was originally a life-and-death situation, not to mention that he seemed to have snatched someone else's girl.

"This..."God knows what he thinks, his voice is a little dry, but Fan Ke still said these two words, no one wants to die if he is alive, even if it is only a few more minutes, it is better than death.

But Wu Yu didn't pay attention to his words, he was even curious if the person named Wu Yu had heard his words, the sword in his hand had already been shot, and he seemed to be a little impatient, because he didn't want to talk nonsense with himself at all.

He hurriedly raised his sword to block the latter's attack, but the previous battle still consumed too much of his strength, and the latter's sword was so heavy that even if it was just one hand, it was already a little overwhelming.

Uncle, I can't control it.

Wu Yu gritted his teeth, as if he was still making the last struggle, trying to control himself, this feeling was a bit similar to the feeling a long time ago, he hadn't felt it for many years, the problem that he called split personality was probably like this, he couldn't control what he wanted to do at all, everything could only be done subconsciously, even if he could see it, and even knew very well what he wanted to do, but he just couldn't control it.

He hated this feeling very much, after so many years, he had even forgotten the problem that he had only had when he was a child, but now this feeling appeared again, and he even wanted to say hello after a long time.

Stretched out his palm, stopped the subordinate who wanted to help Fan Ke relieve the pressure, and unceremoniously grabbed the latter's sword blade directly, although his strength has been greatly improved now, but it is still impossible to break the latter's sword.

But if you want to block the latter, it is not too difficult, the palm of the hand is tightly gripping the blade in the latter's hand, and the blood flows out through the palm, as if with some corrosive power, the sword is worn down little by little, and even a trace of softness can be felt.

Pain? No, he couldn't feel that kind of thing anymore, he just wanted to kill people now, he just wanted to smell the blood, let that smell calm his mood.

This is to turn yourself into a madman, into a machine that can only kill, but isn't that power your own power, so why is you dominated by your own power?

Wu Yu was a little confused, but he could think freely now.

No one will bother him until he loses all his ability to think, and his body will instinctively kill, killing everyone who stands in his way.

Where did this desire to kill come from? He himself clearly didn't have that much desire to kill, but why did he simply only kill?

The Seven Sects of Sins pressed the sword that stopped him fiercely, even if he listened to Wu Yu's words and didn't continue to go to the Budweiser weapon, but it was the king of the sword, and it was the only king, why did such a mortal dare to compete with him? This is its arrogance, even Wu Yu has no way to get rid of this thing called arrogance.

On the other hand, although he had seen it just now, he still couldn't believe that Wu Yu really dared to grab the blade directly with his hand, and he used it so hard, his sword has been inherited for more than a hundred years, and there are countless people who have died on this sword, even if no matter how sharp it is, the resentment and blood on this sword alone should not be able to be blocked by the body, but I don't know why, after his sword blade touched Wu Yu's palm. It was just a small wound that could not be further penetrated.

He can't see it, but it doesn't mean that Wu Yu can't see it, he knows that his hand is injured, and he has been hurting, and the reason why the latter can't continue to give him more trauma is because his wounds are always healing.

To put it simply, the speed at which the other party inflicts damage on himself is basically proportional to the speed at which his body recovers.

He even felt like a monster anymore, but if you look back, it seems like he was a monster in the first place.

As for the so-called resentment and blood on the blade, he can only surrender in front of his blood, if Wu Yu's blood is an emperor, then the blood in that sword is just an ant.

After about ten seconds, Wu Yu's palm was lightly broken, and the sharp blade in the latter's hand was directly broken, and the wound at the broken part of the blade was like the bones of a dead man, and there was no anger at all.