The tip of the knife stopped an inch above the lapel.

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

Chi Feng raised his eyebrows and increased the strength of his hands.

Shi Yu moved his fingertips.

The next moment, the person on his body suddenly loosened his grip and turned over to avoid the silk threads attacking from behind, but his cheek was still rubbed by the dense golden threads, leaving a bloody mark.

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

Shi Yu stood up from the ground and looked at the knife in his hand.

Chi Feng watched the silk threads getting closer and closer, and with a flick of his blade, he cut off the nearest one: "Are you all ready to watch the show? You don't want to take the 100,000 points?"

The twenty or so people around him finally remembered their duties and rushed towards Shi Yu in a surrounding manner.

Faster than them was the weapon in Chi Feng's hand, which once again turned into a sharp cold light, cutting through the air and shooting towards his vital point.

The silk thread could not block the blade at all. Shi Yu had just dodged when the nearest one of the thugs had already stuck to his back.

The man raised 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, spun his feet, and kicked him hard in the lower abdomen. With a loud bang, he kicked him out.

The man flew backwards for several meters and hit the counter behind him. His head hit the ground and he was unconscious.

The impact of this scene was so great that the people around were stunned for half a second. The cold light of the silver knife that had been dodged had been turned by its owner and flew towards the person in the center again.

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

Shi Yu dodged again, and the other thugs were brought back to their senses by the word "one hundred thousand points". They instantly perked up and rushed over even more frantically.

Human figures are intertwined.

Shi Yu kicked the closest person away, raised his hand to catch the second person's fist, and kicked him towards the first person again.

The two of them rolled over each other, knocking over two display cabinets, and the dolls fell all over them.

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

Shi Yu grabbed his hand, twisted his wrist to snatch the weapon, and smashed it into his shoulder.

The man screamed and felt that all the bones in his shoulder were broken. The next second, he was kicked in the chest again and flew backwards, out of the combat range.

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

The man who had just arrived behind him didn't even have time to throw a punch before he was kicked away, and he saw stars in pain.

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

The sixth one.

The seventh one.

The eighth one.

…

One after another, they were all knocked away as soon as they approached. And every one of them who was knocked away had no strength to get up and approach again. All the weapons that were used changed hands in the middle of the fight and were used to attack the next thug.

As for Shi Yu, he didn't even move his feet much. He was still standing where he was before, and he didn't even leave his original position to avoid the attack.

As if those people were not enough for him to move.

Those who fainted among those who were kicked away were still okay, but as for those who were still awake, they looked at him as if they had seen a monster.

Those who are here are not ordinary people. On the contrary, they are all players who were led by Chi Feng to stop here. Not only do they have better physical fitness than ordinary people, but they have also learned some fighting skills in order to survive.

But he still overturned it by himself.

Where the hell did this pervert come from? !

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

As for the cold light in the air, it could not hurt him in any way, and was finally recalled and turned into a scimitar again.

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

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

A flash of cold light.

A strand of the silk thread was cut and turned into ashes when it fell to the ground.

The pool is closing faster and faster.

Large amounts of silk threads were destroyed under his blade.

The obstacles in front of him were finally cut off, and he finally saw the person in the center of the thread, with the blade in his hand moving from top to bottom.

Gu Jinzhao was still tied up by the group of searching players. When he saw this, he suddenly shouted, "He has two knives!"

Shi Yu dodged the knife and the next moment he saw the long knife split into two and became the second long knife.

The two long swords turned into two sharp cold lights, whistling towards them from the left and right sides at the same time.

Shi Yu dodged one of the swords, but the second one followed him like a shadow and suddenly stabbed into his waist.

The hem of the clothes was torn by the cold light, and warm blood spurted out and dripped onto the smooth ground.

Chi Feng didn't have time to raise his eyebrows. The next moment, a dark shadow flashed in front of his eyes. He was kicked hard in the chest by the other party. His back hit the sharp corner of the cupboard. His chest rolled with severe pain, and the taste of blood suddenly surged in his throat.

He spat out a mouthful of blood foam, and when he stood up, he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his fingertips. He tasted the salty and fishy taste in his mouth, and the corners of his mouth gradually raised.

Shi Yu drew out the silver sword from his waist and heard the other party laugh, with a hint of interest in teasing his prey.

Chi Feng raised his hands and retrieved both knives. He moved his feet and his speed was several times faster than last time.

Just as Shi Yu took a step, the other party's hand attacked him, pressing his entire body against the stone pillar of the exhibition hall, and pinching his chin tightly with his tiger's mouth.

"You took a knife from me just for kicking me. How come your kick is worth a knife?" Chi Feng put the blade of his other hand against his neck, and the light in his eyes was vicious and piercing.

He opened his five fingers, and the palm of his hand slid down the man's chin, then moved to the back of his head and inserted it into his hair: "At least you have to pay me back before you die."

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

He picked up the cork with one finger, and strands of liquid dissipated into the air.

Shi Yu smelled the scent in the air and his face turned pale instantly.

"I've heard from them that your weakness is drugs," Chi Feng said with great interest, "Let me see it for myself."

The liquid in the bottle was made of some unknown substance, it was so bitter that it burned my throat, and it was poured into my throat roughly.

Shi Yu was choked and coughed violently. His internal organs were mixed up, and his breathing seemed to be grasped by an invisible hand. His vision went dark.

"Aren't you very powerful? Weren't you quite arrogant when you kicked me just now? Why are you like a dead person now? Hmm? Just keep fighting me!" Chi Feng grabbed his throat with one hand and forced him to swallow, admiring his reaction. "I prepared this especially for you. Does it taste good?"

Shi Yu's body was held down by his knees, and his struggle gradually weakened from the initial fierceness to disappearance. In the end, only his fingers were still trembling slightly as if in spasm.

Chi Feng drew out the silver scimitar again and put it against the skin of the other person's neck: "You'll pay for that kick with your life."

The blade began to press down.

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

It was cold and dry, and the joints were so sharp that they hurt.

Chi Feng was stunned, and looked up to see Master Yu’s slowly opening eyes.

In this vast divine domain, players' opinions on Shi Yu have always been mixed. There is only one thing that everyone who has seen him will not deny, that he is very beautiful, and the kind of beauty that makes people understand what is stunning at a glance. And the most striking thing is his eyes, with long eyelashes and clear black and white tones in his eyes, like a quiet cold river and a pool of bright colors.

Shi Yu looked at him and asked in a very light voice, calmly and matter-of-factly: "Are you worthy?"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a crisp sound of bone breaking, and Chi Feng felt a sharp pain in his hand, and his entire arm was twisted into an incredible arc.

"Bang--!!"

Shi Yu bent his knees and kicked the man in the stomach.

The collision of human flesh and bones made a loud dull thud, and Chi Feng was kicked back towards the cold wall, hitting two huge display cabinets in succession, and finally crashing into the wall. His head knocked a thin crack on the tiles.

This time he was no longer the one taking the initiative. The blood in his throat flowed out of the corners of his mouth without even waiting for him to swallow it. For a few seconds, his vision was completely black.

Shi Yu stood up straight with the help of the stone pillar, lowered his eyes, rummaged through his pocket, took out a pack of napkins, pulled out one, and wiped the remaining medicine on his lips bit by bit.

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

Chi Feng had just regained consciousness when he was kicked in the chest again.

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

There is no wooden display case in the center. Instead, a small pool is hollowed out and built, and dolls are used to create a beach scene.

Chi Feng's head hit the edge of the cement pool and the tinnitus lasted for a while. He finally regained his senses and was picked up the next moment.

To be precise, he was lifted up by a golden thread wrapped around his neck.

Shi Yu had one hand hanging by his side, with the other end of the golden thread on his finger bound around the other person's neck.

With a lift and a push of the hand, the silk thread stretched flexibly and pressed the other person's face directly 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 behind him, but before he touched anyone, he felt a sudden sharp pain in his knee and fell to his knees.

Bubbles in the water kept popping up, and at first it was rhythmic and fast, but gradually it became slower and slower.

Shi Yu moved his hands slightly, manipulating the silk thread to pull the man out of the water, and said calmly: "Is it delicious?"

Chi Feng gasped violently, turned his head suddenly, and punched forward with his fist.

Shi Yu kicked him in the elbow joint and pushed his face in again.

Bubbles appeared on the water surface again.

When the speed of the bubbles slowed down, he picked the person up again.

“Is it delicious?”

"you……"

Shi Yu pushed the man into the pool for the third time. This time, not only his face but also his entire head went in.

The third time he took it out, he asked again, "Is it delicious?"

"you……"

Press it in for the fourth time.

The fifth time.

Sixth time.

…

No one remembers how many times this happened.

Until fear took over, Chi Feng finally changed his tone and trembled as he shouted, "No, please..."

He was thrown to the ground like a dead fish, with water on his face and body. He was breathing heavily and his whole body was cramping due to lack of oxygen.

Shi Yu lowered his head, his long hair was scattered because of the previous fight, his clothes were wrinkled because of the previous action, and there was still a cut on his waist caused by the knife, and blood soaked the hem of his clothes and dripped down.

He didn't even frown, and said without any emotion: "You want to kill me?"

Chi Feng drank a bellyful of water and even coughed 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 had clearly seen with his own eyes the strong discomfort reaction the other party had when he came into contact with the drug in the past.

But what about now? Why did the other party not seem to feel any discomfort this time, but instead his strength increased so much as if he had unlocked some kind of restriction?

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

Chi Feng propped himself up and laughed out loud: "If you rush to attack me here, I guarantee that you will definitely not survive."

Shi Yu lowered his eyelashes: "You didn't want to kill me originally, but someone tricked you into doing it?"

Chi Feng grinned at him: "Do you think I'm stupid?"

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

Chi Feng sneered.

Shi Yu didn't ask any more questions and walked closer step by step.

His speed was not fast, and could even be described as leisurely, echoing in the empty and silent exhibition hall and striking at people's hearts.

Chi Feng slowly tightened his grip, and when the two of them got close, the cold light in his palm suddenly slashed towards his face.

Shi Yu just tilted his head slightly and dodged it easily. Without stopping, he walked in front of him, turned around suddenly, turned his feet, lifted his feet, and landed directly on the other person's back, kicking him towards the knife light behind him.

“Puff——”

Chi Feng had no time to retract the order. He watched helplessly as the cold light that he had controlled turned into a sharp blade and pierced into his chest and abdomen like a gust of wind.

Silver knife goes in, red knife comes out.

Fragments of internal organs flowed down from the knife wound, and he vomited a large mouthful of blood: "Cough cough cough...you...you kill me...the system won't..."

Shi Yu looked at him quietly: "You used your own weapon, and you gave your own orders. Now you are killed by the weapon. What does it have to do with me?"

Chi Feng clutched his pierced chest and abdomen tightly: "Ahem... the temple will definitely... not let you go..."

As Shi Yu walked, she gathered the silk thread wrapped around her hands one by one: "Will you not let me go?"

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

Shi Yu finally put away the last thread, and without even looking at the person on the ground dying, he turned and walked towards the door: "If anyone of them can really kill me, I will welcome him to come."

The players lying on the ground around him all huddled and lowered their heads when they saw him passing by.

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