However, it was so bleak that Mo Zhu, who was in it, felt tremendous pressure.

At this moment, she finally realized that what Fan Hua wanted was more than just a simple competition!

He wants her life!

Her expression was solemn and solemn, and she took the lead in raising the lightning sword.

In battle, she always has to take the initiative.

Fan Hua held the glimpse with one hand, lifted the curved sword, and stretched it forward lightly.

The curved blade of the sword suddenly straightened like a snake, and rushed forward.

Why do you want so many fists and embroidered legs, a fight is a fight, you can't stand it, you can cut it down with a sword!

At the beginning, no one felt that this sword had any style, such as Mozhu's lightning, Fan Hua's shot was tasteless and incomparably bland.

The air is still the same air, without any fluctuations in energy.

But Mo Zhu was suddenly startled, and shot far away!

Moment!

The sword light had fallen on the ruined ground.

The black earth was rumbled apart, reaching a depth of 100 meters, and the dust kicked up so fiercely that even Hawkeye could no longer capture the picture.

In the command room, there was a dead silence.

This is the rumored strength of a glimpse of a sword that can break through the sky.

I don't know how long it took for everyone to come back to their senses and begin to look for Mozhu's figure on the screen.

Even if she escaped in time, she was also split in two by this sword from the beginning to the head, and completely lost her voice.

Seeing this scene, Narnia's body trembled uncontrollably, and those rattling wires, Mo Zhu's eyes widened in disbelief, all stimulated her eyeballs and made her stomach churn.

Talos squeezed her wrist hard: "Don't shake, don't vomit!" If you don't want to die, hold back now! ”

Talos has a hunch that even if the family is as powerful as Rothiel, it may not be able to become an umbrella to protect his sister at this time.

Life and death are only between the thoughts of Fanhua.

Everyone was still shocked by this scene, and Fan Hua's figure had returned to the camp again.

He leaned over and picked up Bian Cheng with a precious heart.

She was completely out of breath.

The woman who could anger herself before is now only a soulless shell.

Mo Ti was still crying, he didn't stop Fan Hua's movements, he just said in a hoarse voice: "Uncle, don't bury her, she won't die, really!" ”

"Don't call me uncle!"

"But you're Bian Cheng's uncle!"

"I'm not her uncle either!"

Moti was stunned: "Then who are you?" ”

At this point, Fan Hua's expressionless face showed incomprehensible emotions, and his dark eyes fell on Bian Cheng's lifeless face: "I want to be her lover, but unfortunately I didn't have time to say it!" ”

After saying this, he hugged Bian Cheng, turned around and was about to leave without looking back.

But as soon as he reached the door, he was stopped.

Fan Hua was about to open his mouth to say get out, when a powerful coercion was released above his head.

Like countless dense swords hanging above his head, this terrifying feeling of hair standing on end made him have to suppress his anger and look up at the man.

It's the letter!

He was wearing a nightgown with no straps unfastened, apparently in a hurry.

Fan Hua said coldly: "You're late, we're all late!" ”

The man raised his hand and sensed it on Bian Cheng's head, his plain eyes shrank suddenly, and he asked, "Are the damned ones all dead?" ”

Fan Hua replied: "Kill everything I can, I can't kill it, you can kill it!" ”

The conversation between the two of them was like thunder in the ears of the empty air.

What is it that he can't kill?

Who else does Fan Hua want to kill?

This matter has ended here, and it is already the limit of what the empire can bear.

The fall of a level 7 Moonblade warrior is a huge loss for the Empire.

Kongdu took a deep breath and said with difficulty: "General, this matter is indeed an accident, we didn't think that things would turn out like this, you can check all the surveillance records, don't implicate ......"

Shi Han glanced at him.

The next second, he found that his lips were open, but he couldn't make a sound.

No matter how hard he tried and how wide he opened his mouth, he still couldn't make a sound.

The emptiness became terrifying!

The general thinks he's talkative!

He begged Shi Han for mercy with his eyes, but unfortunately the man's eyes had long been turned away, and he didn't look at him again at all, and he didn't dare to lean in, for fear that he would hit the muzzle of the gun at this moment and be blown away.

The empire can still be judged by normalization, how dare the empire judge Shi Han?

Shi Han stretched out his hand: "Give her to me!" ”

Fan Hua hugged her tightly, her eyes blood-red: "Don't want to take her away!" ”

Shi Han stared at him for a moment, Fan Hua's body became stiff inch by inch, and the movement of his mind continued to slow down, as if there were countless knives cutting through his body.

However, the pain of the body is nothing compared to the pain of the heart.

He even had a misanthropic thought.

It's okay to die like this, and die with Bian Cheng in your arms.

On the first day they met, he was going to die.

Every day after that, life is earned, and if you lose it now, it will not be a loss.

As long as I can hold her in my arms all the time!

Just as he was hugging Bian Cheng tightly, a man's voice sounded in his head: "Give her to me, I have a way to resurrect her!" ”

Even when he was face to face, he didn't speak directly, but chose to invade his brain and say these words.

Fan Huahu looked at the man suspiciously.

Bian Cheng is indeed dead, dead thoroughly, the chip has been irreversibly damaged, and she can't survive.

In other words, even if he can repair the chip and repair the body, the person who comes back to life is no longer the Bian Cheng he knows, just a shell with the same face.

The man repeated again: "Give it to me!" ”

Fan Hua gritted his teeth fiercely.

He is the letter of the time, the myth of the entire empire.

He said he could be resurrected, maybe he could be resurrected!

"Looks like you don't want to resurrect her, okay then!" Shi Han seemed to lose patience and turned to leave.

The man's unusually tall back gradually became smaller and smaller in Fanhua's sight.

"Wait!" When the figure was about to disappear completely, Fan Hua spoke: "You take her away!" ”

Fan Hua saw a flower in front of him.

Shi Han had returned to him again, without saying a word, and after taking Bian Cheng's body, a dodge disappeared.

Fan Hua returned home in a daze, took a cold shower mechanically, and sat on the sofa where Bian Cheng had been living.

The wooden couch was hard, and I wondered if she would have felt uncomfortable when she slept on it all night before.

He lay down, his tall body curled up in a ball, his head resting on the position of his head in front of Bian Cheng.

He smelled the fragrance of plants and trees, which was the unique fragrance of Bian Cheng's body.

In the past, he could always smell it, but he didn't pay much attention to it, but now that Yiren has passed away, he is shocked to realize that these subtle bits have long since unconsciously penetrated into his life.

He reached out and found a black hair through the gap in the wood of the couch.