"Wow"

With a soft sound, a man finally succeeded, and the sharp sword in his hand struck from an extremely tricky angle, leaving a bloody mark on Wu Yu's leg. www.biquge.info Seeing this scar, the five people in front of him, the expressions on each of their faces, became more excited than before. Because, this person is not really that strong, although in the nearly ten minutes of fighting, each of them also felt a little tired.

But they understand that the person in front of them is definitely more tired than them. And this kind of exertion is not only physical, but more mental. Because if it was only the five of them inside, then maybe only his body would be tired, but at this moment in the dark, their boss is still honestly hidden, as long as the latter has a trace of relaxation, they believe that the boss will definitely come out of the darkness and insert the sharp blade in his hand into the chest of this young man.

Wu Yu felt the tingling pain on his thighs, and for the first time, a faint death color finally appeared on his face. Death? Perhaps, this kind of thing has been so close to him more than once, or maybe there have been countless times before this, he has stood on the precipice of death, clutching the only straw, and holding on.

With his previous insistence, maybe he won, and he survived in the end, but this time. The bright red in Wu Yu's eyes even became a little dim, he may have never been so helpless before.

Behind him, Hou Yuchen, Song Yue, Yu Xiaojian, each of them faced their opponents, trying to insert the sharp weapons in their hands into the throats of the other party, and everyone was desperately, desperately trying to kill the other party.

And he is also working hard, but all he does is to live desperately, even if it is good to live one more second. Is perseverance to the end a victory? Yes, what a ridiculous truth, those who persevered to the end, that is, those who persevered to the final victory, they did all win. Why do some people fail and why do some people give up, is it because they are cowardly? Is it because they are afraid?

No, they have never been cowardly, but they are really afraid, they are never afraid of the dream that they can't see, they are afraid of this fake society.

Hold on, who wouldn't want to keep going? You say that perseverance is victory, yes, those who persist in victory, everyone has this so-called motto in their mouths, but those who persist do not win. They persisted for ten, twenty, thirty, fifty years. Maybe when they reach the age of eighty, they finally choose to let go, is this giving up? Of course, this is also a renunciation.

What are you supposed to say, do you want to say that these people are cowards? No, these people are clearly stronger than those who succeed, you are a person who has come over, you can stand in front of them and tell them that if you gave up fifty years ago, it would be fine.

Yes, I gave up fifty years ago, how many people in this world finally understood that their dreams were unrealistic, and they chose to give up, and what you did was to ridicule or encourage them, continue to walk or mock them for being cowardly.

Because you're not them, you're a spectator, and the bystander will never make a mistake, because that's not you, all you need is to open your mouth and talk, because the one who is going to be is him, and you're just a narrator who lowers the decibels.

Is it dead? Perhaps, this time I'm really going to die. The first time I felt this helplessness, I was about to fall off the cliff little by little, the cliff was so smooth, smooth without a trace of overgrown weeds, smooth the whole cliff was even like a mirror, you can even watch your own reflection fall from the cliff like a knife.

"Don't die, I'll wait for you to come back."

Again, the obnoxious voice, this time with even a little crying, as if begging him not to die, because someone is waiting for you there.

Who are you, waiting for me to go back? Are you waiting for me to go back, am I going back? Who do you think you are, if you let me go back, I will go back, if you let me live, I will live, wouldn't it be too shameless.

The hand holding the Seven Deadly Sins was already numb, hundreds of knives or even thousands of knives, transmitting tremendous power to his body again and again. Maybe once he found out, Wu Yu was already at the end of a strong crossbow. The four people around him, the number of harassments also began to become more and more.

Suddenly, dozens of wounds had appeared on Wu Yu's body. Every wound brought out a stream of blood, and the bright red blood soaked the black robe. And on his black executor's black robe, there were also scars for the first time. The purple-black blood soaked along the wound little by little, sticking to the skin, the heat quickly evaporated, and the early summer wind was still a little cool, blowing a cold piece on the body.

Finally, another slash on the head and face, Wu Yu gritted his teeth and wanted to dodge, he had dodged hundreds of knives before this, but he faintly felt that he couldn't dodge this knife.

He lowered his body, quickly rolled to the side, and then jumped up from the ground. The seven deadly sins in his hand also pointed to the ground at this moment, and he was forced to take him out of his original position at a distance of two or three meters.

Dodge? Wu Yu was stunned for a moment, but he didn't know why, at the moment when the knife was slashed out, he had a feeling that he couldn't hide, but this time he actually dodged? There was a hint of surprise in Wu Yu's eyes, and even a hint of disbelief, because he trusted his own judgment.

At this moment, a slight sound of breaking the air behind him sounded, and Wu Yu instantly understood something. That kind of knife, although it was difficult for him to dodge, it was not really impossible to dodge, but he forgot about the mouse hiding in the secret, and at this moment the red-haired young man held a bright red blade in his hand, like blood drawing two beautiful marks in the air, stabbing in the direction of Wu Yu.

Just pierced in front of his eyes, the two knives had already reached the position of Wu Yu's chest. At this moment, his hand had just been withdrawn, and he didn't know how many knives he had received from the big man before, so his arm was also numb at this moment, and even moving it became a luxury.

Could it be that this time I am really going to die? At this moment, Wu Yu even had a feeling of relaxation, it seemed that there were not so many troublesome things to worry about when he died, and sometimes it was good, wasn't it?