Wu Ming is fierce, and the scar-faced man is also a crazy face, he is not worried about the death of his brother, after all, in this world, how can there be immortals?

Despicable as they are, their lives are not as good as a dog!

As long as it's not you who dies.

Wu Ming's purpose is very direct, the scar-faced man has mastered a terrestrial art, coupled with the blessing of the enchantment, his strength is close to him, and he can't take it immediately in a short time, so he will break the formation first, kill the scar-faced man's men, and then talk about his wings.

As long as he lets go of his hands and feet, Wu Ming believes that it is not difficult to solve the scar-faced man.

The blood-red barrier faded indiscreably, and the flow of light slowly froze and ceased to be swift.

A trace of jealousy flashed in the eyes of the scar-faced man, and he avoided it slightly, waved his hand and said coldly: "Array!"

Behind him, eighteen red-eyed big manfish penetrated out, quickly rushed to all corners of the battlefield, forcefully inserted the copper stick into the rock and soil, nearly half of the soil was gone, and then, the palm of the hand encircled the four-cornered one-winged beast, and held it fiercely.

The big man snorted in unison, his face turned pale, and the blood flowed down, dyeing the dark red copper stick bright red, and the complicated patterns on the copper stick seemed to come to life, flowing on the copper stick, and wisps of glittering blood were sprayed out by the copper stick, quickly blending into the surroundings, connecting with the enchantment shrouded in the battlefield, and in the battlefield, a smaller enchantment was formed.

The whole body of the enchantment is bright, although it is gaseous, but it is like a gem, reflecting the crystal light, through the enchantment, the people in the battlefield seem to condense.

Wu Ming, who was on a rampage, wantonly slaughtering the red-eyed man, suddenly stagnated for a moment.

"Kill!"

The red-eyed men, who were originally a little cowardly, went crazy, poured blood into their eyes, danced copper sticks wildly, and pounced.

In the behavior, there is no trace of discipline.

Wu Ming's cross arms are like mountains, kicking his legs like kicking mountains, his movements are simple, rough and direct, he can easily split the copper rod and scatter the flesh and blood of the big man's kick, but those big men who were repelled by him, regardless of life and death, after losing their weapons, still shouted and hugged Wu Ming.

Some people hugged his legs, some hugged his arms, some hugged his waist, and some people, after being trampled by Wu Ming, simply hung under the soles of his feet with their stumps, and in only two breaths, Wu Ming's huge figure was overwhelmed by the red-eyebrow men.

"Get out!" Wu Ming's voice was like thunder, shaking his hands and feet, trying to throw the big men down.

But at this moment, the dozens of big men who hugged Wu Ming suddenly bloomed with surging blood, but they heard a loud bang, and exploded suddenly, and the flesh and blood exploded, swinging a circle of red ripples, and the red mangs rushed into the sky, penetrating the two layers of enchantment, and rushed high into the sky, like a pillar through the sky, shaking the top of the valley, and the rocks rolled.

Woo Ka!

The shaking stopped, and the blood-red barrier disintegrated and disintegrated like glass, but in mid-air, it turned into wisps of light and dissipated.

This enchantment is the formation of the red-eyed heroes, born because of them, and should be killed with them.

In the smoke and dust, Wu Ming's figure swayed, his body shrank by three points, and the yellow and bright light blooming around his body was no longer uniform, one in the east and one in the west, with different shades of color, mottled and broken, like a statue of a god peeling off the patent leather, doubly desolate.

At his feet, there were broken bones of flesh and blood, red and white entangled, some finely broken, like tiny pebbles, diamond-shaped, round, semi-oval; some were glued to a trace of flesh, hanging with fragments of various organs, blue and red; occasionally you could see a few complete eyeballs, the whites of the miserable eyes, the pupils that were almost shrunk into pinholes, the bursting blood vessels, connected with a dark cyan blood tendon, jumping and jumping, the muscles were still twitching instinctively.

This flesh field is like hell!

At the edge of the flesh field, there were more than a dozen big men, covered in blood, life and death were unknown, except for two or three people, most of them could not maintain an intact human body, thighs, abdomen, and back clips, all left with deep wounds, flesh and blood were all cut off, bone stubble, revealing a section that was almost cut off.

This move was so tragic that although it hit Wu Ming hard, there was no one in the red-eyed man, and it can be said that he killed a thousand enemies and lost eight hundred.

But it's all worth it.

Isn't it?

"Put!"

It was still eighteen red-eyed men, and when they heard the order of the scar-faced man, they pulled out the copper rods that were already dim and showed cracks, and threw them out.

Doo doo doe!

Eighteen copper sticks across the sky, like a flying rainbow, tearing the air, making a hissing scream, the front end of the copper stick disintegrated and melted in mid-air, the sharp edge, shaped like a sharp knife to cut bones, pierced into the earth in an instant, pierced through Wu Ming's body, staggered vertical and horizontal, like a bracket, raw, Wu Ming was put in place.

His body of a yellow turban wrestler as solid as King Kong could not block the hole of the copper rod......

"Whew!" Having completed the final task, he finally came to the end, and the copper rod broke down into a dark red powder with a clatter.

The blood hole suddenly did not have anything blocked, and Wu Ming's body immediately gushed out a large stream of blood, like a fountain, and his body suddenly lost support, half-kneeling, supporting the ground with his palm, trembling slightly.

"Let's go, let's go!" the scar-faced man smiled evilly, put his hands behind his back, and walked over in a pretended haughty posture, and stopped when he was still ten feet away.

Eighteen red-eyebrow men flashed quickly, forming a circle, their palms forming claws, and they all looked at Wu Ming coldly.

"Master Wu, how is it, being counterattacked by my pig and dog, doesn't it taste good?"

Even if Wu Ming is half-kneeling, his height is still close to zhang, and with the sight of a scar-faced man, he can only be level at most, but he is already very satisfied.

The road should always go step by step, and the food should be eaten in one bite, and now that he can look at the object he used to not even skim the corner of his eye, what is the scar-faced man not satisfied with?

With the skill of raising a stick and swinging horizontally, as long as he is dormant for ten years, he can also establish a wealthy family, overlook Qizhou from now on, and be the person on that person.

Even if he doesn't establish a family, he can also become a guest of honor in the mansion of the high gate, and the servants gather in and out, and everyone embraces each other, how can he be dissatisfied?

As for brotherhood, it's just a means for a group of bitter people to keep warm, as long as he becomes a master, who would dare to be his brother?

Once the family is established, how many "brothers" will you want to have?

Of course, the premise is to carry Wu Ming's head and use the head of the Wu family's sister-in-law to exchange the second half of the content of the magic, which is the transaction between the scar-faced man and his "master", or rather, the promise of the "master".

Although he was in an extremely anxious mood, the scar-faced man still endured it, he was still very sober, relying on this sobriety, he was able to successfully live until now, and he seized the opportunity to fade away from the fish scales and turn into a dragon.

So, ten feet away, he stopped.

"It's a pity you can't get two steps closer?"

Wu Ming laughed in a low voice, his body trembled violently, and his laughter was shallow, as if he was laughing at himself, so that the wound that was sealed by the yellow light was torn by him again.

"Uh!" The scar-faced man's smile froze, his face became heavy, he really didn't dare to guess if Wu Ming really used up his strength, because he didn't have the guts.

Ten years ago, the scar-faced man won the appreciation of the master by virtue of his courage and ruthlessness, not afraid of life and death, step by step, to the current position, the scar on his face is a witness.

But ten years later, when he was "one step" away from the master of his dreams, the scar-faced man was scared.

Afraid of death, afraid of living up to the glory that is right in front of him because of death, even if it is death, he wants to die after enjoying it.

That's what the Scarface Man thinks.

But he did not know that his thoughts were really self-deceptive, because, the more he enjoyed the glory, the less he wanted to die, and at that time, he must have thought that it was better to die naturally among the old dead, and when he was old, he should hope for immortality.

Man's desires are endless!

"Ah Er, try him!" The scar-faced man's eyes were cold, and he gave an order to a big man with a slightly narrow corner of his eye.

The big man named Ah Er raised his head, nodded slightly, his face was calm, and he was not half dissatisfied, he took out a sharp knife from his waist and walked forward.

Perhaps, he is not without dissatisfaction, but he does not dare to be dissatisfied and does not want to be dissatisfied.

Pigs and dogs, how can they be dissatisfied?

If he is dissatisfied, wouldn't he be even more dissatisfied with the self-explosion that affected the big men in the front, and who should he find to appeal?

Hades?

Is there one?

Or, more ethereal, more ridiculously fair?

As a pig and dog, if you receive other people's food, you should be ready to die for each other at any time, and you are not qualified to be dissatisfied. Ten years ago, the scar-faced man did this, and at this time, the big man named Ah Er should do the same.

Staring at the unwillingness and surrender in Ah Er's eyes, Su Yu sighed in his heart.

In some ways, he is no different from Ah Er and the scar-faced man, and he is also driven by fate, following the established rules of the world, and moving forward silently.

I want to resist, but I am obedient to fate.

Resistance is because we are dissatisfied, because we are always dissatisfied, dissatisfied with the established treatment, dissatisfied with other people's arrangements, dissatisfied with the existing order of dignity and inferiority, dissatisfied with the status quo that cannot satisfy ambitions.

Obedience is because of habit, accustomed to the status quo, accustomed to laziness, accustomed to cowardice, accustomed to getting by, accustomed to saying, tomorrow, tomorrow must work hard, and also get used to it, even if it has not changed, there will be tomorrow, until, there will be no tomorrow.

"Let me see, your final outburst, Wu Ming!" Su Yu raised his head abruptly and looked up at the sky, as if Wu Ming he said was in the sky.

"Poof!"

Ah Er lifted the vertical leap, jumped high, and the sharp knife was danced by him into a snow-white silver moon, chopped it fiercely, chopped into Wu Ming's neck, three inches into the flesh, and was deeply stuck in the thick shoulder blades, which actually pressed Wu Ming's tall body three points lower, and he seemed to kneel on the ground.

"Huh!" blood splattered, like a torrent, pouring Ah Er's head and face, soaked in blood, he looked particularly terrifying.

The scar-faced man looked happy and took two steps forward.