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Hohenheim looked at the knife that slashed out of the abyss and thought.

If Su Mubai saw this knife, he would definitely say something great.

It's really remarkable.

This is Su Mubai's son.

has grown to the point where he is not weaker than Su Mubai at all, and even faintly sees signs of surpassing him.

Hohenheim remembered again that Adam, who had given all his life to Su Junyan.

The ancestor of that demon seed, the eternal brother.

Seeing this scene, Brother Adam, you will be at peace in heaven.

He did what you want to do in your life.

Then, I will ruin him.

Use this to prove that what you want to do all your life is wrong.

I'm sorry, but I have to.

Hohenheim's eyelids drooped, and his fingers tapped lightly on the railing of the bridge.

He was waiting for the right moment.

Su Junyan's knife is very strong.

The strong one has already exceeded Hohenheim's expectations.

This is a fateful slash.

That is not only to cut his own fate, but also to cut the fate of the West Gate Night Tower.

The West Gate Night Tower is also really old.

When a person thinks about inheritance and wants to do something that he has never done in his life, it means that the person is old.

The night tower of the West Gate cannot be old.

Because once he is old, he is no longer strong.

His martial arts, his path to the strong, is an indomitable path.

Moving forward means that once you start, you must not stop, you must not retreat.

It's like sailing against the current.

Now that Ximen Yelou has worries in his heart and things that must be taken care of, then there is a hole in his heart.

It will never be possible to make a stronger, flawless punch.

His martial arts can only go there.

Like his martial arts journey, he traveled throughout the New World, finally stopping before the bottomless abyss.

He didn't walk in, he took three steps back.

Stepping back is wisdom and shackles.

If Ximen Yelou was not satisfied with this retreat, and he continued to move forward after a temporary retreat, until he really embraced the darkness, then his martial arts might reach the point of his dreams.

It's a pity that he is satisfied with the power of retreat, he is content to stand in front of the abyss and take a look.

He didn't have the courage to go any further.

He feared that the abyss would eventually swallow him.

From this point of view, in fact, it makes sense for him to be optimistic about Li Bamo.

It's like Su Mubai will cultivate Su Junyan.

That's because Su Mubai saw his end, and he understood that he would not be able to really defeat the man who stood on the top of Salem in his life, so he chose to pin this hope on the next generation, his son.

Su Junyan, Su Junyan is very similar to Su Mubai in any way, and he is becoming more and more similar.

And Li Bamo is also very similar to the Ximen Night Tower.

But he has more courage than the West Gate Night Tower.

Facing the bottomless abyss, Ximen Yelou thought of retreating, closing his fists, and then using the power of the entire abyss.

That's a grandiose enough idea, and it's grand enough.

But it's not enough.

Li Bamo surpassed the Ximen Night Tower, and he was not satisfied with the strength of retreat.

After he retreated, he also retracted his fists, but he didn't want to use the power of the entire abyss.

He didn't believe in the power of the abyss, and he didn't have to.

A true warrior should not resort to external objects.

The strongest martial artist is always his own strength.

So from this point of view, the West Gate Night Tower has gone astray back then.

In other words, in order to complete the obsession of defeating Su Mubai, he had already forgotten the beginning of martial arts.

This is probably also what he saw in Li Bamo, something he no longer has.

That was his dream when he was younger.

Therefore, he will lose to Su Junyan.

He is also going to lose to Su Junyan.

In fact, when he saw Su Junyan's knife, Ximen Yelou knew that he was really old.

Although his muscles are still so arrogant and domineering, the mantle of the strong man behind him is still so raging and flying.

But this kind of thing comes from the depths of the heart.

He looked at Su Junyan, and the words "terrifying" actually appeared in his mind.

When the knife cut through the red rain in the sky and slashed at him, he actually remembered what happened many years ago.

That was when he was very young.

At that time, Su Mubai was also very young.

They had just arrived in the New World aboard the Mayflower, and they fought desperately to survive in a desolate region in order to survive.

After killing a mutant giant beast in the New World together, Ximen Yelou peeled off the skin of the giant beast and made a beast skin cloak, and wrote the word strong on the cloak, he raised the cloak and said to Su Mubai: "One day, I will become the strongest person in this world, and no one can let me bow my head from now on!"

"There is no way to become strong by self-hypnosis. Su Mubai disdained his strong man's cloak, and just smiled and said, "If you want to become a strong man, you can defeat me first." ”

That sentence is like a spell.

In a word, it is a prophecy.

In his life, he has never defeated Su Mubai.

Now, even his son can't beat him.

It's really old.

His fists were still moving forward, and his body was still fighting.

But his heart is no longer in this battle.

If you go on like this, you'll die.

If you go on like this, you're really going to die.

But the night tower of Ximen seemed to have sunk into the deep seawater, or maybe he had really been swallowed up by the abyss.

He couldn't move, he just followed the meaning of the abyss, moving forward.

He's going to die.

West Gate Night Tower.

Not died under Su Junyan's knife.

Rather, he died in the power of his own life.

"If you stare into the abyss for too long, you will eventually become a part of it. At that moment, Simon Nighttower remembered the verses of the few demon poets he remembered.

He closed his eyes.

Hohenheim sighed.

The ultimate darkness began to move silently towards the abyss of falling rain.

And the depths of the sea, completely swallowed by the abyss and red rain, suddenly flashed a little silver light.

In this knife, the time in this punch is very short and long.

There are so many stories that happen in this knife, are remembered, and are remembered.

Someone grew up in this knife.

Someone is growing old in this knife.

This knife has finally arrived.

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