The villain leader always likes to die

Shang Wu Prison was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and said, "Thank you, Mr. Gu, for reminding me."

As soon as the words fell, the masked man who had been seriously injured behind him quickly swung his sword towards the young man's neck, regardless of the burning pain of the wound.If this sharp sword were to be cut off, the young man would probably end up with his corpse torn apart.

There is no time for extra thinking, whoever has the fastest speed will have the greatest advantage.Obviously, the masked man lost.

The moment the sword edge was about to touch the young man's neck, the young man turned into a cloud of black mist and dissipated, and the sharp sword that passed by fell into the air.

Immediately afterwards, the cloud of black mist flashed behind the masked man almost immediately, an arm that was stronger than a sharp sword pierced through the chest from the back, and when it was pulled out, a large amount of blood gushed out, staining the young man's entire arm red.

The masked man looked at the fist-sized blood hole in his chest in disbelief, and the blood overflowing from his mouth flowed down from the mask and covered his entire neck.He clutched his chest and knelt on the ground due to his inability to support himself.The blood flowed more and more, the masked man's mind was finally broken, and his body fell stiffly.

The faint moonlight shines on the young man's body, those bloody red eyes look like a devil addicted to killing games, and the corners of his raised lips are rebellious.At this time, his whole body was covered with mottled blood.

Gu Qingming turned his back and couldn't help frowning: "What a monster."

Such a bloodthirsty monster made him feel...disgusted...very disgusting...

Gu Qingming ignored the young man, and jumped up to the roof of the house.

More masked people noticed his presence, and all turned their attention to Gu Qingming, the swords in their hands were about to move.

Gu Qingming gripped the copper-colored python whip tightly, and frowned tightly, ready to fight at any moment.

Masked people scattered in all directions, as if they had made a plan, one group ran directly towards the center of Gu Qingming, while the other group turned around, which happened to be the bedroom of the master of the Demon Cult.

The masked men rushing forward raised their swords one by one, stabbing at the people surrounded by them at the same time.The tricks of this group of masked people are very simple, and there is almost no technique at all, but their speed is indeed astonishingly fast.If there is any slack, death by this sword will become inevitable.

Gu Qingming flipped and jumped, and successfully escaped from the center. When his body was in mid-air, he seemed to be planning something.So after landing on the shoulder of one of the masked men, Gu Qingming threw out the python whip violently, and there was a sound of breaking wind, and the whip hit the masked man who was trying to jump over.The masked man's arm was torn apart, it was horrible to look at, and the white bones under the flesh could be vaguely seen.

Then there was a burning and piercing pain, and the man's arm was probably useless.

This python whip is poisonous.

The masked man under his feet grabbed the feet on the shoulders and tried to tear Gu Qingming off.Gu Qingming did not leave, instead, he pressed down with all his internal strength.

The masked man couldn't hold back and fell from the beam, but soon he stood still, swinging the sword with his powerful arms, aiming at the man's legs.

Cutting it off directly would save a lot of unnecessary trouble, he thought so.

Gu Qingming's body flew up, and the sword naturally didn't hit him half a point.However, the attacks from other directions at this time did not allow Gu Qingming the slightest chance to breathe, one after another, the swords attacked his chest, abdomen, legs, and even aimed at his head.He dodged all of them sensitively. Although he avoided many fatal attacks, his arms would inevitably be scratched by a little bit of sword wind.

He had to admit that the strength of this group of masked people was much stronger than he had imagined, but he underestimated them.

Gu Qingming landed on the ground and swung the python whip vigorously, only to see that the whip split into hundreds of pieces.No, no, hundreds of copper-colored poisonous snakes, sticking out their long and thin tongues, and their long and pointed fangs secreting venom.The group of poisonous snakes twisted their bodies indiscriminately, and rushed to each of the masked figures at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The poisonous snake crawled around on the masked man's body, and finally bit the throat fiercely, its fangs pierced into the flesh, seeping into it together with the venom.

Some masked people were bitten to the wrist, and immediately, the color of that hand began to turn black, showing a very strange phenomenon.

It was even more tragic, so that black blood oozed from the mask with strange patterns, and the blood veins on the neck also turned into black tendons.The venom spread all over his body, and the body of the masked man was still twitching after he fell down.

Gu Qingming's sleeves were scratched a bit tattered, and the scars that were not deep were just tiny bloodshot spots, which were neither painful nor itchy.

He waved the whip again, and the python whip was wrapped around the neck of a masked man, strangling it so tightly that it could even be seen that the layer of flesh would be twisted together.The masked man struggled to grasp the python whip, but unexpectedly, the strength of the whip became stronger and stronger. He felt as if his neck was about to break off, and even breathing became very difficult.

The whip was deeply embedded in the flesh of the neck, and the masked man loosened the hand holding the python whip little by little until he stopped struggling.The whip was retracted, and there was a shocking strangle mark on the neck, and the masked man was dead.

Here, Shang Wu Prison is red-eyed.

The masked people are all in a mess, and everyone has scars on their bodies.They have never seen a person with such distorted stamina and combat power, as if young people are not human, and all force is so powerful that it is deformed.

They have fought against many high-level people, but this young man is the only one who takes killing as a joke and drinks blood as tea, which is really terrifying.

Yes, it is terrible!Emotions they had never had before suddenly swept over, and unprecedented fear spread all over their bodies.In front of the youth, they began to feel helpless, and their powerful aura even made them want to surrender for a moment.

But they finally chose to gamble once, a chance to escape...

The surrounding masked people sensed each other, chanted something silently, and the sword in their hand floated automatically, absorbing the spiritual energy with the faint moonlight.The sword was trembling, and the light emitted from itself expanded rapidly. After flying in the air for a while, all the swords merged into a spiritual sword with a huge increase in aura.

The spirit sword is much larger than before, and the pattern on the handle is more complicated and weird.

The spirit sword flew towards Shang Wu Prison, and the air current and sword wind rolled up were enough to kill people, with a strong brilliance, like a meteor across the air, it flew straight and could not be refused.

The red light in Shang Wugao's eyes could be seen, he smiled playfully, and slid his palm in a circular arc unhurriedly, black mist lingered, and something strange seemed to come out of the Nine Dragon Ring on his finger and mixed into the black In the fog, constantly entangled, spread...entangled...diffused...

Disgusting sticky tentacles protruded from the black mist, entangled the flying spirit sword almost instantly, and snapped it off...

Immediately, all the brilliance of the spirit sword disappeared, and the tentacles were tightly entangled, and the broken spirit sword was broken into pieces, and it was thrown casually.Those fragments fell to the feet of each masked figure little by little, and they backed up, jumped up and leaped tacitly.

As they got closer to the city wall, they still had a chance to escape.

Just when they thought they had succeeded, the tentacles pierced their bodies...

Miserable blood splashed everywhere under the faint moonlight, sprinkled on the white city wall, which was shocking.

There are also tentacles that directly penetrate the masked man's head, immediately splashing body fluids, and a disgusting smell radiates in the air.

None of the masked men who tried to escape survived, and all died tragically on the edge of the city wall.

The tentacles covered with the pulp of minced meat slowly retracted into the black mist, and the black mist lingering on Shang Wugao's body also gradually faded away.

The young man's pupils glowing with blood were almost crazy with excitement, and the smile on his ferocious face was no longer elegant.

He walked to this wall, admiring the beautiful scenery in front of him, the red tongue in his fangs licked his lips.

It's really... It's really enjoyable... It's been a long time since such wanton killing... He was so bored that he almost gave up pretending... He wanted to see the flesh and blood of these people... He wanted to taste the bodily fluid with his own mouth smell……

such a beautiful red...

He wants to...see this color on that person...stained with blood...stained together with that snow-white long hair...

The young man had fantasized about it many times in his mind... how much he wanted to see other expressions on the man's lazy face, unbelievable fear, or... crying in despair...

Luo, who is so arrogant and cannot be redeemed, what will he look like when he cries...

He thinks and thinks and thinks and thinks and thinks and thinks and thinks...

Maybe one day, you can see such a beautiful scenery...

However, Gu Qingming and Shang Wuyu may not have noticed that another group of masked men who sneaked into the men's dormitory had successfully entered that gorgeous room.

The black figure of the masked man was reflected in the exquisitely inlaid bronze mirror, and the light of the night pearl enveloped the entire room, elegant and luxurious.The five people carefully kept away from the heavy bead curtains, and quietly approached step by step.

On the big white bed covered with expensive turf, a man was sleeping soundly.The man has the same long snow-white hair, perhaps because of tossing and turning in his sleep, it is scattered on the bed like this.

Abnormally beautiful...and also unusually...tempting...

The man's eyes were tightly closed, his eyelashes were quietly drooping, and his red phoenix eyes were slightly raised, even when he was asleep, there was a sense of coldness and arrogance.The man's chest floated shallowly with his breathing.Through the open skirt, one can vaguely see the raised muscles, but it is not exaggerated.The skin that has been practiced in closed doors all year round is a bit too white, but it doesn't look sick or feminine.

Everything seemed to be just right, so perfect that even the five masked men who sneaked into the room lost their minds in a flash.

They finally understood why their master had been obsessed with the leader of the Demon Cult for so many years, and why he had found so many young men who looked somewhat similar to the leader of the Demon Cult.

Such a glamorous and perfect man is indeed rare to see. Although they don't like masculinity, they were still amazed when they saw the deity with their own eyes.