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As the golden-armored man's voice faded, the five of them felt as if someone had grabbed them by the throat and they couldn't move at all. They were like sheep that were slaughtered at will, with no room for resistance.

In this sort of environment, Mo Zhuang's heart sank. His heart was filled with worry, worry about fate, worry about women, worry about their brothers who risked their lives.

From what he knew, with this kind of strength, it was impossible for him to win. His insignificance was like a drop of water meeting the entire vast ocean, without being able to stir up even the slightest bit of ripples.

However, Mo Zhuang still wanted to fight, and still wanted to make his move, using his strongest move to fight to the very end.

"Half-cut!"

The Ink Sword that had been choked in his throat instantly exploded. The real person turned into a sharp sword, a sword that could compete with anyone.

With a swing of his sword, the imprisonment was broken. He thrust straight at the golden-armored person who was about to reach out his hand to touch Li Xiaoxiao's face.

"Humph!" You overestimate your capabilities, you really struck a rock with your eggs! "

The golden-armored man appeared very impatient with this desperate move. He turned around and grabbed the black longsword with one hand.

Ka-cha! * With a "kacha" sound, the black sword split in half in the golden-armored man's hands.

"Big brother …"

They all knew how important a sword was to a swordsman. When a swordsman's sword was broken, even their spirit and soul would be shattered.

This was the sword of despair, the greatest power of a person in despair.

This strike split apart the golden-armored man's indestructible golden armor, leaving behind a shallow scar on his skin.

"Interesting! A brave warrior's last strike, but you're not a brave warrior yet.

The golden-armored man curled his fingers, wanting to shatter the broken sword in his hand into pieces so that these foolish people could see the enormous gap in strength between them.

"Mm …"

His two hands had used absolute strength, but the black broken sword in his hands was completely undamaged, without any hint of change.

Tears welled up in the eyes of the trio. They naturally knew that it was impossible for this sword to be broken. Only their master could break it.

It wanted to follow the swordsman, follow him, follow him, and dissipate in front of the swordsman.

"Xu Fangjian, old friend, in my next life, I will be the sword while you will be a human. We will fight again!"

With an angry roar in his heart, Mo Duo's sword drew a line in the air, and the broken sword pierced into his chest.

Bright red blood flowed out from the edge of the sword and gathered at the hilt. It was like a fiery red lotus in hell, roasting in the hearts of the four people around them, causing their thoughts to freeze over time.

At the moment when time came to a standstill, the void sword, which was mixed with the blood of the Ink Bend Sword, unbelievably stabbed into the golden-armored man's chest.

The two of them knelt down slowly, looking at each other in silence.

"Interesting, but I think you've used up all your calculations. Now, it's time for me to show you what it means to despair!"

The golden-armored man stood up with difficulty, as if he were grinning, but his voice was unpleasant. Of course, we shouldn't be paying attention to that.

With a wave of his hand, these light blue rays of light gathered in his palm, instantly shining with a dazzling golden light.

Under the light blue light, the black blob of light was placed on the golden-armored man's chest.

Under the shocked gazes of the crowd, the ball of light sank into the golden-armored man's chest. Under the touch of the golden light, his maimed wound seemed to have once again regained the radiance of life, quickly healing itself.

"How is it, darlings? Do you feel despair?"

As the golden-armored man said these words, the black halberd was already unable to speak. They fell into a deep abyss of despair, unable to extricate themselves.

"Oh!" I'm so sorry! Miss, I've disappointed you in the face of your lover! "

He walked up to Li Xiaoxiao, who had long since lost her spirit when she was drawing her sword. The golden-armored man gently placed his right hand on his chest and bowed slightly.

"Now, I think you'll agree to have dinner with me."

"Didn't he say that he would never use that sword strike! He promised me! He promised me! "He promised …"

Li Xiaoxiao's mind was in a mess. Her eyes were empty, as if she did not feel anything from the outside world.

That year, in the Li Residence's backyard, two butterflies could be seen intertwining with each other on the branch of a blooming rose.

She dragged her cheeks and watched these natural spirits reveal their beauty, their vitality, and even their death.

Now they were the most beautiful, worryingly beautiful. Worried about their sudden departure.

"Why is there such a damn autumn in the world? Why isn't it always spring and summer? Why did you fall? Why did you leave? "Why …"

At such a young age, he had already been tormented to the point of insanity by the blooming of flowers.

"Why …"

Or rather, she purposely yelled out, as if she was complaining about the brutality of the day.

"Hey!" "Who is that?"

Just as she was ignoring her teacher's instructions and throwing away any formalities, a voice came from outside. The voice was very young, roughly the same size as hers.

Then, she saw the two of them sneakily open the small door to the backyard, through the small crack, as if they wanted to see who was crazy.

"Who are you?"

Seeing that someone had come to disturb her silence, she was rather dissatisfied. Her tone was somewhat unyielding, congenial to her personality.

"I... "I …"

A boy pushed open the door, bowed his head like a child who had made a mistake and was waiting for the adults to punish him, and stammered, unable to speak.

"You what? Are you stuttering!?" "Let me see if your tongue is bigger than mine …"

"Hey!" Don't run! If I run again, I'll call him daddy. He's very fierce! Very, very … "Hey!

It was the first time they had met for no apparent reason.

The tender dialogue, the immature meeting.

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On the rose grass, she sniffed the fragrance of the breeze, feeling as happy as the day's weather.

The sound of footsteps slowly drifted over, as if she was pleasantly surprised, causing her to be wild with joy.

She wanted a hug, but he left a message.

"Xiaoxiao, I'm going somewhere!"

"Where? Is it far? "

She was so innocent and happy that she asked if there were any roses scattered all over the place, and she did not notice his unusual expression.

"I can't go with you!"

This sentence directly shattered her world. She slowly fell to the ground as the thorns of the rose pierced through her clothes and her skin …

Blood dyed the flowers and leaves red, burying its soul in the fertile soil.

Tears blurred the image of his departing back, and Rose became a ghost from then on.