At the same time, Peng Wu had already appeared behind one of them, and his palm, like a flame, slapped on the man's head.

Rumble.. The guy who was shot in the head exploded in an instant, leaving only the headless body to fall from mid-air.

Immediately afterwards, before the other seven people could react, Peng Wu had already appeared behind the other person, and a punch directly pierced his body, shattering the opponent's heart and internal organs.

"Be careful, his strength is very strong!" The faces of several other people changed as they shouted.

Three of the Spiritual Masters cast soul attacks together, but with Peng Wu's strong will, their soul attacks could not be shaken at all.

And Peng Wu, whose figure was flickering, relied on his rapid speed and fierce and violent attacks to kill the other five people one after another, and only the handsome young man's somewhat embarrassed foot mental weapon escaped. With a light smile, he glanced at the direction in which the handsome young man fled, but Peng Wu had no intention of continuing to chase, and turned around directly in another direction. In this world, there are strong people who kill him.

Peng Wu calmly walked through the silent city where corpses could often be seen, sometimes finding survivors one after another, and bloody killings broke out. Basically, no one was able to walk through Peng Wu's hands with three moves. In the killing, Peng Wu's points ranking is also rising.

On the 23rd day of the preliminaries, in the 100th World Zone, the cold wind was howling, the bloody atmosphere was filled, and Peng Wu silently walked on the empty street with many cracks on the ground.

"Blood Fist, that's the Blood Fist?"

It is said that in just two or three days, nearly a thousand masters have died in his hands. ”

"Yes, it's him! Basically, he kills people when he sees them, and his strength is terrifying. The reason why he is called Blood Fist is because as long as his fist touches the opponent's body, it will inevitably see blood, and it is basically a one-move kill. In my opinion, in our entire world region, I am afraid that no one can defeat him. ”

On a skyscraper in the distance, three people were looking through the glass at Peng Wu walking on the street below in the distance, talking to each other.

Suddenly, Peng Wu, who was walking, stopped, turned his head to look at the window on the sixth floor of the building next to him: "Come out!"

"Blood Fist, we don't want to do anything with you," a charming woman appeared at the window, her beautiful eyes looking at Peng Wu with some fear.

However, the next moment, Peng Wu's fist had smashed in front of her, and the charming woman hurriedly retreated. At the same time, a streamer shot out of the window from one side of the room, but it was directly smashed by Peng Wu's rising fist, turning into small blades that flew away and collided with the wall.

Peng Wu rushed into the window like a firelight, accompanied by a burst of angry screams and energy explosions, and soon burst through the wall, and there was already a little blood stained on the palm of the flame-extinguished hand.

At night, with a cool breeze gusting and an indissoluble bloody atmosphere, Peng Wu, who was walking on the silent street, sometimes stepped on some rotten flesh and bones with his combat boots.

"Huh?" Peng Wu, who suddenly moved, looked ahead with a slight flicker of footsteps, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Someone! Those who dare to come out to act in the dark are generally masters among masters." Hunting masters is more efficient. ”

Peng Wu, who was in a disillusioned figure, had already flown out, and soon came to the bend of the street, and saw a figure advancing on another street.

It was an ugly man with several small shields on his back, a slightly rickety back, who looked like a humanoid monster, with only a few sparse hairs on his head, and he had cold, deep, wary eyes.

"Huh?" The ugly man with a slight pause raised his head and looked at Peng Wu with a cold gaze like a poisonous snake, and then the corners of his mouth hooked up a murderous arc: "Blood Fist? I was just about to look for you! It just so happens that my points are not enough, and if I kill you, I will almost be able to enter the top 1,000." ”

"Each other, you should have a lot of points, right?" Peng Wu also smiled, looking at the ugly man's eyes with a hint of cold murderous intent.

Hearing this, the ugly man with an expression that was even more hideous and terrifying, the shields behind him flew directly as soon as his mind moved, and the edges of each shield were sharp gear-like spikes, which quickly rotated and turned into arcs to attack Peng Wu.

Fluffy.. With a low collision sound, Peng Wu, whose fists turned into two fiery red afterimages, easily knocked the shields away, and then almost instantly exploded with full speed, he was in front of the ugly man, and his head exploded with a punch under his somewhat frightened and unbelievable gaze.

"Really, don't come out in the middle of the night to be scary if you look ugly, Lao Tzu thought he had met a zombie!" In Peng Wu's soft muttering, the ugly man's headless body fell to the ground, and at the same time, shields also fell to the ground and walls in the distance.

Peng Wu, who killed the ugly man and continued to walk forward, raised his hand to look at the ranking on the screen of the armguard, and couldn't help but show a smile on the corner of his mouth: "823?

Next, Peng Wu picked the city's masters to kill, killed six of them, and after almost killing all the top masters in the city, he finally met a master who could make him pay a little more attention.

Also in the dark night, a tall and thin young man in a black robe, almost integrated with the night, appeared in Peng Wu's sight.

"Dark Sword?" Seeing that person, Peng Wu couldn't help but squint his eyes slightly. This person, like Peng Wu, rose in this city, almost killing one master after another in a crushing manner, and was recognized as probably the top master in this city. He is also a warrior, wielding a black dagger-like Force weapon, as if he were an assassin, and his opponents are often killed by one blow before they can react.

Seeing Peng Wu's tall and thin young man Dark Sword, his eyes also shrank slightly, and he muttered in a hoarse voice: "Blood Fist?"

"I don't know if it's my hard fists or your short sword, I want to try," Peng Wu smiled lightly.

"Fight now?" Darksword couldn't help but ask.

Peng Wu nodded and raised his eyebrows slightly playfully: "What's the matter? Dark Sword, you don't have confidence, don't you dare to fight me?"

"Hmph!" the dark sword snorted coldly, and the figure twisted, and suddenly the whole person disappeared into the darkness.

And immediately after, he appeared behind Peng Wu, and stabbed Peng Wu with a sharp sword.

"Haha.." Peng Wu, who laughed loudly, suddenly turned into a world of flames around him, accompanied by a terrifying blazing aura, and suddenly turned around and smashed his fist on the black short sword in the dark sword's hand. The punch that smashed the short sword flew and then smashed into the body of the dark sword as if the power was undiminished, causing him to be shocked and directly turned into a canopy of blood rain and splashed away.

"The dark sword, walking on the light side, should have reached the eightfold realm. However, the attack power is really not very good, that is, the assassination is powerful. Facing each other head-on, it's too vegetable," Peng Wuluo shook his head with some disappointment: "These so-called geniuses are really too weak." Even this dark sword only forced me to show my domain. ”

Saying that, he raised his hand to look at Peng Wu, who was ranked, and couldn't help but frown in surprise: "13th place? The promotion is too fast, isn't it? This dark sword, how many masters have you killed? I have accumulated so many points, and I have been promoted from outside the hundred to the 13th in one fell swoop." However, it's not easy to meet such a master again!"

This battle was too short and did not alarm too many people. And the few masters who secretly noticed this battle couldn't help but be shocked. Peng Wu's strength is far beyond their imagination. The same powerful dark sword can't even move in its hands, it's terrifying enough to think about.

In the next few days, Peng Wu's murderous intent slowly faded. Basically, as long as someone else doesn't take the initiative to provoke him, he won't just make a move.

And in the blink of an eye, the thirty days were gradually coming to the last day, and a magnificent and deep voice echoed in the minds of all the survivors in the 100 world regions: "Countdown to the end of the preliminaries, 60... 59..”