Wu Xian didn't want to fight.

After being born, you have to say that he still regards his past life, Yu's so-called upbringing, as a kindness...... He wasn't so stupid.

But if you want to say hate, Wu Xian didn't hate, he just let it go, and he didn't want to think about it.

The final affection of meeting again is to persuade and avoid.

But Yu Fengzi, the eldest lady, is still like that, she almost smashed the radio that Qingzi gave to Wu Yi just to show that she is still the master and can still trample on the slaves.

She didn't know that this was actually much more serious than the sword she stabbed in the Nepal Gorge, and it was a lot.

Then Yu Yindou personally put the life and death of Han Qingyu and others on the other side of the scale...... Remind Wu Xian that you have to choose.

Therefore, Wu Xian chosen.

At this moment, the horizontal gun, the former Yu war slave, is no longer a slave.

Ahead is Yu's.

Yu Yindou is very strong, Wu Yi knows.

In addition to the factor of strength itself, the imprint left by Wu Yi for so many years that he had been closed in the clan village was almost like a god, an invincible existence.

There is no way to erase this stigma.

However, just now, he still chose the horizontal spear, and the moment the black spear was raised horizontally at his side, there was a feeling in his chest that the person in the cage had suddenly broken free from the shackles.

That was something that Wu Xian himself couldn't understand, he just suddenly felt relaxed and happy, and then, there was a kind of determination.

I can't see Qingzi here, but Wu Yi knows that this is Qingzi's back, and they should be fighting Dajian now......

In fact, as early as the death in the Nepal Valley, when Han Qingyu changed out of his teammates and fought to the death with two knives alone, Wu Yi thought that if he could, he was willing to fight against this person.

That's today, here.

On the other hand, from Yu Yindou's point of view, in fact, Wu Xian must die today.

Unless he kneels on the ground, comes back, and becomes a slave of the Yu clan, he must die...... And he must die in front of the other thirty Yu war slaves behind Yindou.

Yu Yindou couldn't let these people behind him see that a war slave who had left the Yu clan was doing well, and he couldn't let Wu Xian'an live.

"You really dare to ......"

Extremely angry and surprised, Yu Yindou found that he couldn't find the right words for a while, and after a pause, he smiled contemptuously and said:

"What do you think you are?! Now, immediately kneel down and beg for mercy, the old man can still take care of the old feelings and spare you a life. ”

Naturally, these words are mainly addressed to those behind them.

"My name is Wu Yi...... That, no. ”

Wu Xian is still not so good at talking after all.

His name is Wu Xian, he uses a gun, the name of the gun is ominous, he is called Sick Gu, he is the brother of Han Qingyu, the strongest recruit in the tenth year of the Blue Ninth Army...... That's right, it's Han Qingyu in the Nepal Valley.

So, he can fight without winning.

You can die in battle.

Don't bow your head anymore.

............

"Not busy. ”

"Whew. ”

"Let's go. ”

"Woo, woo..." The little black dog stood beside Wu Yi and didn't move.

"Go find the meat. ”

"Wow. ”

The little black dog received the command, wagged his tail, and turned his head and ran towards the station.

"Kill him. Yu Yindou said.

From behind him, more than a dozen war slaves who had already activated the device were killed in an instant, and all kinds of weapons in their hands smashed at Wu Yi at the same time......

The blue light flickered, Wu Yi did not retreat but advanced, and the spear more than two meters long swung away, not fighting, not blocking, and directly sweeping.

"Boom ......"

The sound of sonic booms and weapons clashing is endless.

People retreat.

Wu Yi put away his gun and stood still.

"It's so strong!"

Wu Yi is very strong, he used to be the strongest one among the new generation of war slaves in the Yu family, otherwise Yu Yindou would not have chosen him to accompany Yu Fengzi on that trip.

But at this moment, after the first round of fighting, everyone in the Yu family was still stunned, because Wu Yi at this time was much stronger than the one they originally knew him, too much.

Changing from the third-generation device to the ninth-generation, in Xin Shaoqiao's words, Wu Yi's combat power has increased at least doubled, and his ability to defend against injuries has increased by at least three times.

However, Wu Yi himself is a man of death fighting...... So for him, such an improvement is far from being measurable by superficial data.

In addition, Wu Xian, who used to be in the village of the Yu clan, had hardly seen the source energy block except for training and fighting, and these days......

In short, even Wu Xian himself doesn't know how much he has improved now.

In fact, because the armor-piercing time is much longer, and at the same time, the combat training is more and more cruel, and he is now no worse than Han Qingyu, who did not drive the third turbo, and may even be slightly stronger.

Shen Yixiu had privately speculated, saying that Wu Xian might actually be S-class.

At this moment, Yu Yindou finally jumped out of his inherent thinking and looked at the ninth-generation device on Wu Xian's body...... He decided to take another look.

He's strong, but not as strong as he says he is.

And he is used to being the emperor in the clan, and Yu Yindou's fighting spirit is actually very weak.

"Why are you stunned, kill him!" yelled again.

This time, the people who rushed out from behind Yu Yindou were almost all thirty Yu war slaves, Wu Xi's former acquaintances...... Like him, a person whose fate is tragic and unaware.

Of course, there are probably acquaintances between them...... Nothing more.

The Yu clan war slaves were cultivated in fighting each other, and there was almost no concept of friends, and the Yu clan did not allow them to form friends and small groups.

In the years when Wu Yi was growing up, he had friends, but they all changed or died.

At this moment, in the face of the rushing crowd, Wu Xian retreated, and in a language he was not good at, he said the last bit of affection for getting along in the past.

"I wasn't strong enough to kill. He said.

Downwind, outnumbered, besieged and killed, and Yu Yindou was eyeing behind, Wu Xian's meaning, I can't keep my hands, you come again, I can only kill......

However, these words only made those people pause for a moment, and only once, more than 30 people still pounced.

Wu Xian did not return.

Facing the head-on, his hand slid down to hold the tail of the gun, and the whistling sound of the spear of more than two meters was like a dragon......

One person was in a hurry to block with a horizontal knife.

"Click. ”

The source energy surges to the peak, rushes, and condenses...... The tip of the spear pierced the blade and penetrated the man's chest.

Then, quickly put away the gun, Wu Yi held the middle of the spear, raised his hand to hold the dozen weapons that were beckoning to his body, and shook them away.

At the same time, he turned around and shook his hands directly in the face of several people attacking from behind...... The spear came out of his hand, castrated like lightning.

Take off the pistol...... Usually followed by weakness.

The other party calmed down and slashed with a sword.

However, Wu Xian was faster than the gun, the gun went out, the man entered, and he had caught up in an instant, and held the spear.

With a flick of his wrist, the tip of the steel spear changed its trajectory.

Dodging the slashing blade, and once again, into the chest of a man.

Two shots, two seriously wounded.

Wu Xian collects the gun!

"Don't come again. ”

At this moment, he wished that Wen Jifei would be there.