He swung the steel knife in his hand and cut it straight towards Wu Qu's waist. His elite sound of breaking the wind pierced his eardrums.

The other female elder, the most powerful, slid down her feet and rushed to Wu Qu's side. She added a dagger from where she came from with no idea, and penetrated it hard into the latter's right waist.

Just now, she was picked out by her sword. Such a move could make Wu Qu even worse.

There was also a third elder, Fan Ze, who attacked from the left side of Wu Qu.

Now, there is Li Chengyang in front of Wu Qu, Bu Yunfei behind, Fan Ze on the left, and Bi Shiting on the right.

With such a dense killing formation, even Tianyang, the top five masters in Wangyue Pavilion, would definitely not be able to resist it.

Even if this killing formation cannot immediately take Wu Qu's life, it can still be broken by half.

"Damn it, little bastard." The three elders behind the left and right shouted in their hearts.

Unexpectedly, Wu Qu first used the black soft sword with his left hand to fly away Fan Ze's steel knife on the left, and then used the Longquan sword to spread the sword on the right. As for the sword Bu Yunfei behind him, he fell to the ground.

Swish, the moment he fell to the ground, Bu Yunfei's knife arrived.

The blade almost swept across Wu Qu's scalp, peeling off a strand of his hair above him.

After Wu Qu fell to the ground, he did not pause for a moment. Then with the force of leaning forward, he slid over the smooth floor tiles. This slippery directly hit Elder Li Chengyang's legs in front of him.

Crack, in this collision, Li Chengyang seemed to be hit by a locomotive.

With a crisp clack, he looked at his legs again and was broken on the spot. His white bones were laid out from the flesh, making people shudder.

Wu Qu Xingjun's power was not diminished, and he penetrated directly from Li's crotch.

Since ancient times, the humiliation under the crotch has been an unbearable shame for men. However, if Wu Qu doesn’t care about that, it’s enough to win.

While waiting for him to get up, Li Chengyang felt an unprecedented chill behind him. He only heard Wu Qu blowing in his ears and said coldly: "It's your turn."

Li Chengyang's whole body was shocked, and beads of sweat dripped from his forehead. The sound was not loud, but it was full of fear: "Can you... not kill me?"

"What did you say, louder?" Wu Qu put the blood-stained Longquan sword on Li Chengyang's neck and asked loudly.

Li Chengyang hesitated for a moment and then said, "Can you not kill me? I want to live."

In fact, he didn't really ask for forgiveness, just to win time. When his two broken legs were about to stand firm, a dagger had been waiting for an opportunity for a long time. In the case of a sneak attack, Wu Qu could definitely drink a good pot.

However, Wu Qu's reaction was one step faster than Li Chengyang, and his heart was also more ruthless than Li Chengyang.

After receiving Li's reply, he smiled sinisterly and refused flatly, "No, you have to die."

Li Chengyang felt nervous and was so surprised that he couldn't speak.

As soon as Wu Qu finished speaking, the Longquan sword on his right hand cut Li Chengyang's neck. His speed was very fast and he didn't give the latter time to fight back.

The thorn blade cuts the flesh past, and the sound sounds so creepy and so chilling.

"Gulugulu..." Li Chengyang's body trembled violently, and a series of horrifying gurgling sounds were heard in his throat, and blood flowed out.

He felt dizzy in his head, and his body collapsed on the ground, gasping for breath, sweat on his forehead and blood on the corners of his mouth flowed down together.

Soon, people will not be able to do it.

The second one died of throat slit, and the third fallen elder appeared.

The eight elders, one seriously injured and three were killed in battle, have lost most of them.

At this time, Song Hongpeng, who had been pressing his disciples to not move, finally bit his teeth: "Go to do it together and kill him."

He could see that Wu Qu's combat power had been greatly weakened. If he didn't take action at this time, then he would wait for him to wait.

The disciples had been waiting for this sentence for a long time, without even thinking about it, and stared at them one after another.

Wu Qu was worried about the twenty disciples of Wangyue Pavilion who joined the vital power, but not only did he not have timidity on his face, but he continued to be beating a bloodthirsty smile.

The death of the masters and uncles made the disciples of Wangyue Pavilion feel sad. They are killers, one of whom is anxious to kill Wu Qu.

As long as Wu Qu is killed, he can not only avenge the dead elders, become the object of admiration for everyone, repay the master's grace for raising and teaching, but also gain both fame and fortune. Some disciples can even go directly to the elder's seat through this battle.

Whether it is for public or private, killing Wuqu is really necessary and tempting for them.

However, the most taboo for masters to fight is to be impatient. Although there are many people in Wangyue Pavilion, the moves are very messy, and their cooperation with each other is not as tacit as their masters. Wu Qu has more opportunities to wander around the edge of the blade.

The battle continued, and it continued endlessly, as if it would never see the end.

As the battle progressed, Wu Qu's body suffered more and more injuries, and the speed became slower and slower, and more and more people fell under his sword.

Maybe Wu Qu's murder today was too serious, and God was willing to punish him. At this moment, Sanyan had all eliminated the elite Qing Gang outside the computer room, and was leading the fully armed disciples of Wendonghui to rush here.

Can he break through the many gunmen? Also, have he taken away all the things he wanted to take away from the headquarters of Wendonghui? And, what is Wenqu's plan? What is the thing he has tried so much to get? What is the thing he wants?
Chapter completed!