Chapter 8: A thread of separation, the eternal separation of heaven and man

Su Yu had no intention of retreating, and just watched the Thirteenth First Class walk slowly in front of him.

"Boy, lick the uncle, maybe it will make you feel more comfortable!" A man was so angry that he laughed.

Su Yu's wrist shook, and the stone thread suddenly became straight like a gun, and Su Yu held it in his hand and pulled it hard.

A series of thunderous sounds flashed in the air, and the silk thread in Su Yu's hand suddenly extended infinitely, thinned infinitely. The sharp blade line passed through the bodies of the thirteen people, and then returned to Su Yu's hand.

The man's laughter gradually weakened, his expression turned into a terrifying look. He slowly watched his waist suddenly break from his upper body, and his whole body was cut in half by Su Yu!

The other twelve people felt a chill in their hearts. Just as they were about to pounce on Su Yu, they suddenly felt a severe pain in their waists, and then their bodies slowly turned into two pieces!

The others looked at this scene in horror, all stood up, and looked at Su Yu in fear and alertness.

No one expected that this would be the result. These thirteen First Class privates came from the same city and had been fighting together since last night and even strangled a sergeant!

But now, everyone only saw Su Yu waved his hand, and all the thirteen first-class soldiers were beheaded to death!

How terrifying is such a strength?

Is such a person still a human being?

Su Yu didn't care what these people were thinking. He walked out and carefully spliced ​​the thirteen dead bodies together, connected them into a string, then searched their clothes and took out 41 identity cards. From this point of view, the thirteen people also killed many people last night and robbed many identity cards!

So far, Su Yu has already owned 50 identity cards.

After getting the identity card, Su Yu placed the bodies of these people outside the circle he drew, as if warning other people that those who crossed the line would die!

After doing all this, Su Yu suddenly had a wild survival tent in his hand. It was not until Su Yu set up a tent and took Shangguan Wan and Jinse Liunian into the tent that these people woke up.

"Space ring!, this person actually has a space ring and a tent? Damn it, it's tolerant, who is unbearable. We should have snatched his tent and forced him to hand over the space ring!"

"Oh my God, this bastard, he actually killed the Thirteenth Brothers. Who else is his opponent here? Bastard, why is he still a private? Damn, shouldn't such strength be a sergeant?"

"Damn, no one can provoke this devil in the future!" The members of the small group of three or two gathered together and were discussing.

And in the distance, there was a large group of about 200 people who gathered together and were discussing something.

On this small island, a group of 200 people is very rare, and it can be said to be the largest small group at present.

After all, there are only about 700 people living now, and this group accounts for nearly one-third of the number.

But these members are just first-class privateers.

The other first-class soldiers were also divided into small groups in scattered manner. At this time, the lonely people undoubtedly became the first targets to be massacred in the darkness.

Those who were injured last night became the weakest elements. If it were normal, no one would care about such injuries, but at this moment, there would be a dangerous island where death would be possible. Any injuries would be fatal.

At this moment, the injured people gathered together, as if a group of injured wolves were licking their wounds.

Injuries mean burdens. And bleeding wounds are more likely to attract attacks. No group originally intended to accept the injured.

So the wounded spontaneously organized themselves and formed a group themselves.

With more than 600 first-class privates, the 200-person group is the largest and the strongest. The remaining small groups are scattered, with a number ranging from one hundred to dozens of people, and there are a few different numbers.

There are two groups that cannot be ignored, one is the corps army composed of 49 corpses! The other is a small army composed of three sergeants and eight sergeants. This group has the smallest number of people, but each of them has a very shocking combat power.

Now, many people regard Su Yu and the other two as a small group that cannot be ignored.

A corporal, a gun division, a private, a private with unknown abilities! It was originally the weakest link, but when Su Yu waved his hand to harvest thirteen lives, Su Yu and Shangguan Wan and Jinse Liunian changed their image, and they suddenly became taller in everyone's minds.

"Don't ask, what should I do? Do you think I'd like to invite this person to join?"

In a gang of 200 people, a one-armed person is asking a middle-aged man in his thirties.

The middle-aged man named Mo Wen shook his head and said, "Don't provoke him for the time being. This person has a unclear temper and a ignorant personality. If you rashly send an invitation to him, it will be counterproductive. Besides, we have now occupied absolute power, and it is easy to survive this disaster and stay on the deserted island."

"You are right. Those corporals and sergeants will not attack us. As long as they are not stupid, they will understand that there is no benefit in doing so. At present, our 200-person group plus those non-commissioned officers is almost 300. If others want to stay, they have almost no idea!" said the one-armed man.

"Yes, the sergeant just met me just now. I hope to cooperate openly and honestly and strangle the rest of the shrimp soldiers and crab generals together!"

Not far from the 200-person group, there is a small group of eleven people. If Su Yu and the other three are excluded, the group of eleven people can almost be said to be the group with the smallest number of people.

Unlike others, all of these eleven people had no hair and were shaved into bald monks. When they came to the island, there was not a bald head among the students. It can be seen that these eleven bald heads were just shaved, in order to distinguish them from others.

At this moment, a huge bald head was lying on Wang Xiaojiao's soft thighs and shook his head. His eyes were slightly closed, and he hummed an old pop song in his mouth, and his hands were wandering around Wang Xiaojiao's body restlessly.

Wang Xiaojiao's face can be said to be extremely haggard. She was torn to pieces by Zhao Xiang, and she was still naked at the moment. She was just sitting among the men.

"Second, tell me how strong is Su Yu?" The bald head lying on Wang Xiaojiao suddenly opened his eyes and asked.

"Thirteen brothers, they killed a sergeant last night, so their strength is stronger than the sergeant, but they were killed by Su Yu in one blow!

Then Su Yu's ability level must be above the sergeant. I guess this person is a sergeant. However, the attack method is strange and it is just that it is too difficult to defend!

If you fight with real guns and swords, the Thirteenth Brothers will not die so badly, they will die so quickly!" The second brother analyzed slowly.

"Yes, what you said makes sense. Since Su Yu has the strength of a sergeant, he is qualified to join our group. The second child, find someone to pass on a message and ask him to join our sergeant army! Those two women should also share with their brothers!" said the bald head lying on Wang Xiaojiao.

"Boss, I see that he looks like he obviously doesn't want to join any group and wants to be single. Killing Thirteen Brothers is just to warn others and not to be disturbed! Do we need to provoke him?" The second brother pondered for a moment before asking.

"Do as I say!" The boss's words became a little gloomy. "We must control all our strength in our hands. If he does not obey, he will have to kill him. He is only the only one. Those two women are not a big deal. I don't believe it, and I can still fight against eleven of us!"

The 49 corporal groups did not stop at this beach at all. They were walking along the coast to see if they could find any clues!

At this time, they had already penetrated into the jungle, looking for unknown existences.

On the other end of the beach, there is a gathering point for 200 seriously injured students. Although the number of people is more than 200, their overall combat effectiveness is even worse than that of a 50-person team!

A shirtless man was sitting on the beach, strapping himself with a bandage. One leg was cut off and the other leg was seriously injured!

Because of the pain, his face was covered with beads of sweat the size of soybeans, but he gritted his teeth and did not stop the movements in his hand.

He understood that if he could not try to get himself up and walk before sunset, he would become a lamb to be slaughtered and be slaughtered!

If the wound can be treated before dark, then he may be able to put on a cushion when he dies!
Chapter completed!