"Is that you? Why are you here?"

Wu Ming's sudden appearance here made Song Ning stunned, but what made the latter even more frightened was the momentum exuded by Wu Ming's blow just now, that feeling, Song Ning was sure that if he was hit, he would definitely not feel good.

And the movement here, the dozens of black-clothed people who had slaughtered the caravan in the rear were also aware of it, and several figures shuttled quickly, came to the front, and surrounded Wu Ming.

Wu Ming didn't pay attention to these people around him at all, seeing Pan Yue kneeling in a pool of blood, Wu Ming's eyes were a little moist, and he hurriedly reached out to support the latter's trembling body, and said in an anxious voice: "Uncle Pan, how are you?"

Hearing that familiar voice, Pan Yue's heart trembled slightly, he couldn't believe his ears, his twitching body slowly turned around, and quickly turned his head to look at the figure around him, the moonlight hit the immature face that was a little panicked at this time, this face was undoubtedly Wu Ming.

Pan Yue's pale and bloodless face showed a happy smile, and he was about to speak, but he felt that his throat was blocked, and he couldn't make any sound, and bright red blood bubbles gushed out from the corners of his mouth, followed by a mouthful of blood.

finally waited for Wu Ming to come, but he couldn't wait.

After this mouthful of blood spurted out, Pan Yue's weakened body was already at the end, and finally in Wu Ming's misty eyes, he fell on his back in a pool of blood, and his blood-soaked eyes showed an unwilling color, his pupils gradually dilated, and finally completely lost his brilliance, and his eyes looked at the young man beside him motionlessly, and the corners of his mouth maintained a low arc.

"Uncle Pan?......"

The night wind rustled, Wu Ming was like a piece of wood, his dull gaze played with Pan Yue on the ground, his jaw trembled slightly, and the latter's eyes, like a big bell, stirred his heart over and over again.

Pan Yue has been cautious all his life, but he didn't expect to die in the end at the hands of his own people, which can't help but make people sigh.

Similarly, although Wu Ming and Pan Yue had only known each other for a few days, Wu Ming regarded him as an uncle and an elder, and the person who laughed and talked with him during the day was now a cold corpse.

"You brute, Uncle Pan is a member of your mercenary group, can you do it?"

Wu Ming got up suddenly, his eyes were full of bloodshot like a bloodthirsty beast, staring at Song Ning and saying angrily.

Everything that happened just now, Wu Ming had a full view, after separating from Pan Yue and others in the evening, Wu Ming walked alone in the forest, and the scattered Yuan Soul was vaguely aware of this, Wu Ming found out about this scene after rushing over, I thought that Song Ning would deal with the man in black with Pan Yue, but even Wu Ming didn't expect that Song Ning would actually do it behind his back.

"Excuse me, boy, there is a way in heaven that you don't take, and there is no door in hell for you to break in, since you see it, then go to report to Lord Yama. ”

With an evil laugh, Song Ning's ruthless personality told him that he couldn't leave any alive, even if he thought Wu Ming, an inconsequential kid, he would kill him, so as not to leak the news, the scimitar pointed at Wu Ming, with a fierce intent in his eyes, and said coldly: "Kill him!"

The stout man in black on the side frowned slightly, because he felt that the voice of the figure was a little familiar, but he couldn't think of who it was, but no matter who it was, as long as it was someone in the convoy, none of them could live.

With his order, although the black-clothed people around him were covered faces, they could see their cold color from the latter's eyes, and with a twist of his wrist, a ray of cold light stabbed towards Wu Ming.

"Roar!"

Wu Ming's face was gloomy, looking at the Dao figure that was attacking, and a roar fell, and the strong momentum that belonged to the seventh order of the quenching body burst out without reservation at this moment.

The majestic aura rushed to his face, and the faces of the black-clothed people who rushed towards him changed drastically, and then in the latter's panicked gaze, Wu Ming's feet were windy, his body quickly overflowed, and the fist burning with true qi flames slammed into the figure in front of him in Wu Ming's fierce gaze.

"Bang bang bang. ”

The low sound of collision sounded in this silent forest, and the people with the tips of the ears would notice the sound of broken ribs, and more than a dozen black-clothed people around, in front of Wu Ming, who was the seventh order of quenching, without exception, spit blood, flew out in the frightened eyes of the two behind him, and there was no sound after landing.

"Seventh Order Quenching?How come?"

At this time, the stout man in black and Song Ning were already shocked on their faces, and they exclaimed in shock.

And the most shocking thing was Song Ning, because he knew how young the figure in front of him was, and he didn't expect that the young man he ignored would be a hidden master.

"Damn, where did the seventh-order master of the quenching body come from, could it be a person from the mercenary group?" The stout black-clothed man in the lead had a slightly ugly face at this time, he didn't expect such a person to appear halfway, and the strength of the seventh-order quenching body was no longer something they could handle.

Then the two glanced at each other, and the man in black in the lead paused, and said in a somewhat dry voice: "The wind is tight, and it is nonsense." ”

Song Ning pointed his palm at a nearby tree and sucked it, and a fluorescent white stone returned to his hand, and after putting it away, the two of them did not stop, and their bodies were each drilled into the woods on both sides, and soon disappeared into the night.

Wu Ming wanted to chase after him, but after looking at the two people who were scattered and fleeing, he scolded secretly, and then stopped again, and stayed like this for a while, Wu Ming slowly turned around, and then in front of Pan Yue's corpse, squatted down and stretched out his hand to gently sweep the face of the latter, and slowly closed his eyes.

"Uncle Pan, I'm sorry, I'm late. ”

Wu Ming had tears in the corners of his eyes, looking at Pan Yue lying in front of him, his heart was very sad, at this moment Wu Ming regretted a little, regretted why he didn't come earlier, regretted why he didn't make an early move before, but unfortunately it was too late.

The corpse that was already cold was stained red by blood next to the sparse firelight, and the cold moonlight sprinkled on it looked particularly indifferent and ruthless. This scene beat Wu Ming's heart like a turbulent wave......

Maybe this is the human heart, this is the rule, this is this world, only the strong will not be bullied, only the strong will not be mermaids, and only the strong will be qualified to live in this world, and the weak will be eliminated, just like these corpses, cold death, no one cares.

I don't know how long it took, Wu Ming gradually came back to his senses, picked up a sword from the ground, dug a pit on the side, and buried Pan Yue's body in it, and as for the others, Wu Ming didn't have the heart to care, let the violent corpses forest forest, and the beasts ate them.

If you are good to me, I will be good to you, and if you and I are strangers, why should we take care of them? If you and I are enemies, how can we coexist? Isn't this the world?

After doing this, Wu Ming walked straight to the spear that stood tall, pulled it up with an indifferent face, grasped it tightly in his hand, and then turned to leave.

Under the sparse moonlight, the deep back of the young man was pulled.

"Brother Pan, I will definitely avenge you......"