God does not love the world [unlimited]

The point of the knife came to rest an inch away, directly above the placket.

Shi Yu looked at the blade and manipulated the silk coil to wrap around the opponent's wrist.

Chi Feng raised his eyebrows and increased the strength in his hand.

Shi Yu moved her fingertips.

The next moment, the person on the body suddenly let go and turned over to avoid the silk thread attacking behind him, but the side face was still grazed by the dense golden thread, leaving a bloodstain.

Chi Feng touched his cheek and smiled: "This weapon is really foul."

Shi Yu stood up from the ground, looking at the knife in his hand.

Chi Feng watched helplessly as the silk threads got closer and closer, and with a sharp swing of the blade, he cut off the nearest one directly: "Are you all going to watch a show? Are you going to take it?"

More than 20 people in the surrounding circle finally remembered their responsibilities, and all of them rushed towards Shi Yu in a siege.

Faster than them was the weapon in Chi Feng's hand, which once again turned into cold light, cutting through the air and shooting at his gate of life.

The silk thread couldn't stop the blade at all, and just as Shi Yu dodged, the nearest of the group of thugs had already stuck to his back.

The man grabbed his fist and hit him on the back of the head.

At the moment when the fist was about to fall, the person in front of him didn't even turn his head. He suddenly bent down, kicked him in the lower abdomen with a roundabout kick, and kicked him out with a loud noise.

The man flew upside down several meters and hit the counter behind him, his head hit the ground without moving, and he fell unconscious.

The impact of this scene was too great, and the people around were stunned for half a second. They had already avoided the cold light of the silver knife and were directed by the master to turn around, and flew towards the people in the center again.

Chi Feng smiled lazily: "One hundred thousand points."

Shi Yu dodged again, and the other thugs were all brought back to their senses by the sentence "one hundred thousand points", and they immediately cheered up and rushed over even more frantically.

Figures staggered.

Shi Yu kicked the closest person away, raised his hand to catch the fist of the second person, and kicked him in the direction of the first person again.

The two rolled together, knocking down two display cases, and the dolls slammed all over their bodies.

The third man had already run in front of his eyes, but he suddenly pulled out his long stick and swung it towards his face.

Shi Yu grabbed his hand, turned his wrist to snatch the weapon, and threw it on his shoulder.

The man screamed, only to feel that the bones of his entire shoulder were shattered, and the next second, he was kicked in the chest again, and flew upside down, out of the scope of the battle.

Shi Yu threw the stick, and the metal twirled and rolled in the air, hitting the back of the neck of the fourth person, knocking him unconscious, then turned around and kicked the fifth person behind him in the chest.

The man who had just rushed to his back didn't even have time to make a fist, he was kicked and flew away, the pain was so painful that his eyes stared like gold stars.

The cold light in the air turned and stabbed for the third time, but was dodged again, drawing an invalid distance of more than ten meters.

sixth.

the seventh.

The eighth.

……

One after another, they were all sent flying as soon as they got close.And everyone who flew out no longer had the strength to get up and approach the second time.All the weapons used were changed midway, and they were used to attack the next thug.

As for Shi Yu, he didn't even move the position of his feet much. Where he stood before, he still stands there now, and he didn't even leave his position to avoid the attack.

As if none of those people were enough for him to move.

Among those who were kicked out, those who passed out were okay, but those who were still awake looked at him as if they saw a monster.

They are not ordinary people here. On the contrary, they are all players who were led by Chi Feng to stop here. Not to mention their physical fitness is better than ordinary people, and they have learned more or less fighting skills in order to survive.

But he was overthrown by himself.

Where the hell did this pervert come from? !

When the last person flew out, the scene was already a mess, with people and display cabinets all over the floor.

As for the cold light in mid-air, it couldn't hurt him no matter what, and finally he was recalled and turned into a scimitar again.

Chi Feng broke the silk thread in front of him and rushed towards him.

Shi Yu hooked his fingers, and a lot of silk threads frantically rushed towards the other party.

Cold light flashed.

A strand of the silk thread was cut, and when it fell to the ground, it disappeared like ashes.

The speed of pool sealing is getting faster and faster.

A large number of silk threads were annihilated under his blade.

All the obstacles in front of him were finally cut off, and he finally saw the person in the middle of the silk thread, with the blade in his hand coming down from top to bottom.

Gu Jinchao was still tied up by the group of searching players. Seeing this scene, he suddenly shouted, "He has two knives!"

Shi Yu dodged the saber, and the next moment he saw the long saber split into two and fixed into the second long saber.

The two long knives turned into two icy cold lights, roaring from the left and right sides simultaneously.

Shi Yu avoided one of them, but the second one followed him like a shadow and suddenly pierced his waist.

The hem of the clothes was torn by the cold light, and warm blood splashed out and dripped on the clean ground.

Chi Feng didn't have time to raise his eyebrows, and the next moment, a black shadow flashed in his eyes. He was kicked in the chest by the opponent, and his back hit the sharp corner of the cabinet.

He spat out a mouthful of blood, and when he got up, he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his fingertips, and tasted the salty taste in his mouth, but the corners of his mouth turned up little by little.

Shi Yu pulled out the silver blade on his waist, and heard the other party laugh, with a little interest in teasing the prey.

Chi Feng raised his hand and retrieved the two knives. When he moved his feet, the speed was several times faster than last time.

As soon as Shi Yu took a step, the opponent's hand had already struck up, pinning him down on the stone pillar in the exhibition hall, and tightly pinching his chin.

"One kick from me is just to kick me. Why is your kick worth a knife?" Chi Feng pressed the blade of the knife in his other hand to his neck, and the light in his eyes was so vicious that it stabbed people.

He spread his five fingers, and the tiger's mouth slipped from the opponent's chin, then moved to the back of his head, and inserted into his hair: "At least you have to pay me back this debt before you die."

Shi Yu was unable to move in his shackles, but in the next moment he suddenly put away the scimitar and took out a bottle from his pocket.

He picked the bottle cork open with one finger, and it scattered into the air.

Shi Yu smelled the smell in the air, and her face turned pale instantly.

"I've heard them say that your weakness lies in drugs," Chi Feng said with great interest, "Let me see it."

The liquid in the bottle was mixed with something unknown, it was so bitter that it punctured the throat, and it was poured in violently.

Shi Yu was choked and coughed violently, her internal organs were all mixed together, her breathing seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible hand, and her vision was dark.

"Aren't you very powerful? Weren't you very arrogant when you kicked me just now? Why is it as if you are dead now? Hmm? You continue to beat me?!" Chi Feng grabbed his throat with one hand and forced him to swallow Go down, appreciating his reaction, "I specially prepared this for you, is it good?"

Shi Yu's body was supported by his knees, and the struggle gradually weakened from the initial intensity to disappear, and finally only the fingers were still trembling slightly like spasms.

Chi Feng drew out the silver scimitar again, and stuck it to the skin of the opponent's neck: "That kick will take your life to pay back."

The blade began to press down.

But at this moment, a hand suddenly grabbed his wrist with the knife.

It was cold and dry, and the joints were sharply defined.

Chi Feng was taken aback for a moment, but looked up at Master Yu's slowly opening eyes.

In this huge God's Domain, players have always had mixed comments on Shi Yu. Only one thing that people who have seen him will not deny without conscience. Stunningly beautiful.And the most shocking thing among them is his pair of eyes, with long eyelashes, black and white tones in the eyes, like a quiet cold river, a pool of beautiful colors.

Shi Yu looked at him, his voice was very soft, and the question was flat and natural: "Are you worthy?"

After the words fell, there was only a crisp bone cracking sound, and Chi Feng felt a sharp pain in his hand, and his entire arm was twisted into an incredible arc.

"boom--!!"

Shi Yu bent his knees and kicked the opponent's lower abdomen.

The human body and bones collided with a huge muffled sound. Chi Feng was kicked and flew upside down towards the cold wall, hitting two huge exhibition cabinets one after another, and finally hit the wall. His head knocked out a tile on the tile Thin cracks.

This time it wasn't him who took the initiative anymore, the blood in his throat didn't wait for him to swallow, it gushed out of the corner of his mouth, and his vision was completely black for a few seconds.

Shi Yu supported the stone pillar to stand upright, looked through his pockets with downcast eyes, took out a napkin, took out one, and wiped away the remaining liquid medicine on his lips bit by bit.

He didn't look at the people around him, put one hand in his pocket, raised his foot towards the wall, stopped half a step in front of the opponent, and kicked away the scimitar that fell not far away.

Just as Chi Feng regained consciousness, the next moment he kicked again in the chest.

He was kicked across half of the exhibition hall and flew to the center of the venue.

There is no wooden display case in the center, but a small pool is hollowed out and a beach scene is created with dolls.

Chi Feng hit the back of his head on the edge of the cement pool, and his tinnitus lasted for a while, and he finally regained his senses, and was lifted up the next moment.

To be precise, it was lifted by a gold thread wrapped around the neck.

Shi Yu had one hand hanging by his side, and the other end of the golden thread on his fingers was tied around the other's neck.

With a lift of the hand and a press, the silk thread stretched flexibly, directly pressing the opponent's face into the pool.

Chi Feng put his hands on the pool and struggled to raise his head, but no matter how he moved, the hand behind him remained motionless.

He suddenly raised his foot towards the back, but before he could touch anyone, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his knee and knelt down directly.

The bubbles in the water kept popping out. At first, it was rhythmic and fast, but it gradually became slower and slower.

Shi Yu's hand moved slightly, manipulating the silk thread to pull him out of the water, and his tone was calm: "Is it delicious?"

Chi Feng gasped violently, turned his head suddenly, and punched him with a fist in his hand.

Shi Yu kicked his elbow joint and pressed his face in again.

Bubbles appeared again on the surface of the water.

After the speed of the bubble slowed down, the person was picked up by him again.

"Is it delicious?"

"you……"

It was the third time that Shi Yu pushed the person into the pool, this time not only the face, but also the whole head went in.

Taking it out for the third time, he asked again: "Is it good?"

"you……"

Press it in for the fourth time.

the fifth time.

the sixth time.

……

No one can remember how many times this has been repeated.

Until fear took hold of the heights, Chi Feng finally changed his mouth and shouted tremblingly: "No, please..."

He was thrown on the ground like a dead fish, with water on his face and body, breathing heavily, and convulsed from lack of oxygen.

Shi Yu lowered her head, her long hair was scattered due to the previous fight, her clothes were crumpled due to the previous actions, and there was still a gash in her waist that was cut by the knife, and blood dripped from the hem of her clothes.

He didn't even frown, and his tone was emotionless: "You want to kill me?"

Chi Feng drank a stomach full of water, even coughing up tears: "I didn't..."

Shi Yu: "Is that post just for fun?"

Chi Feng really couldn't understand why the other party became like this, even if he didn't mention the person who gave him the news, he clearly saw the strong discomfort reaction when the other party was stained with the medicine in the past.

But now?Why this time the other party didn't seem to be in the slightest discomfort, but instead, his strength increased so much as if some ban had been lifted?

Hearing this sentence, his eyes flickered, as if he had suddenly found a strong pillar, and the fear on his face faded: "So what if I sent it?"

Chi Feng propped himself up, and actually laughed out loud: "If you rush here to attack me, then I promise, you will never survive."

Shi Yu lowered his eyelashes: "You didn't want to kill me, but someone lied to you and led you to send it?"

Chi Feng grinned and looked at him: "You think I'm stupid?"

"If it's not guidance, then someone ordered it." Shi Yu's tone remained unchanged, "If it's the existence above your head, the player? Or the guild?"

Chi Feng sneered.

Shi Yu didn't ask any more questions, and approached step by step.

His speed is not fast, he can even be called leisurely, echoing in the empty and silent exhibition hall, knocking on people's hearts.

Chi Feng slowly tightened his hands, and as the two sides approached, the cold light in his palm slashed towards his face.

Shi Yu only tilted his head slightly, and avoided it easily without stopping. He walked up to him, turned around suddenly, turned his feet, lifted it, and landed directly on the opponent's back, kicking him towards the sword light behind him.

"Pfft-"

Chi Feng didn't even have time to take back the command, and watched helplessly as the cold light that he manipulated turned into a sharp blade, sinking into his chest and abdomen like a gust of wind.

The silver knife goes in, the red knife goes out.

Fragments of internal organs dripped from the knife, and he opened his mouth to vomit a big mouthful of blood: "Ahem...you...you kill me...the system doesn't..."

Shi Yu looked at him quietly: "Your own weapon, your own order, and now you are dying under the weapon, what does it have to do with me?"

Chi Feng firmly grasped the pierced chest and abdomen: "Ahem...the temple will definitely...won't let it go..."

Shi Yu put away the silk thread wrapped around his hand while walking: "Will you not let me go?"

The blood that Chi Feng vomited almost stained half of his body red, and his eyes were full of tears from the pain.

Shi Yu finally put away the last silk thread, didn't even look at the people on the ground losing their life a little bit, turned and walked towards the gate: "If someone among them can really kill me, I will welcome him to come over."

The players who fell to the ground around saw him passing by, and all shrank and lowered their heads.

No one said anything in the exhibition hall, and everyone was silent.