Chapter 429 Sorry, I Don't Want to Give You This Qualification

"I will die without regrets if I can fight you at the end of my life!"

The sharp sword energy burst out, and the expression on the face of the sword god Cao Xu showed a morbid fanaticism.

A faint blood light burned on his body, rendering his whole body into a strange scarlet color.

The blades of the double swords, which were forged with unknown materials, flashed a pure black full of a sense of extinction, as if they were stained with thick ink.

The double swords fell, and the sword intent was as surging as the Yangtze River, and it was like a mountain collapsing instantly.

The long-lost memory was reviving, that was the beauty when he still had the identity of a player.

The timidity and timidity when he first entered the dungeon;

The joy of fighting side by side with temporary teammates;

After meeting Lu Wenwu and being taken away, he received a heaven-defying reward for the first time, and his life has since reversed;

After soaring into the sky, the road ahead is smooth and respected everywhere

His life breath plummeted in an instant, but the breath on the double swords became more and more condensed and terrifying.

Cao Xu recalled the past, and integrated his essence, spirit, and lifelong learning into this attack, almost bursting out with power far beyond his current realm.

The expression on his face became more and more fanatical.

Just at that moment, when he was determined to die and was ready to have a gorgeous farewell as a warrior in the battle, his warrior heart that had been cracked for many years was recondensed and burst out with a brighter light than before.

Hearing the truth in the morning, I can die in the evening.

In order to take a last look at the peak of power at the last moment of his life, Cao Xu gave his all and sublimated himself to the extreme, drawing his sword towards the person he once admired the most.

This is to die to show his will and live towards death.

Once again, he had the courage to burn his boats and the pride to draw his sword towards a stronger person, and the warrior's heart was naturally recast.

"Open!"

Cao Xu roared, and the sword intent that had already taken shape was raised again from the peak realm, touching the realm of law.

All the laws are connected to the gods!

The accumulation of more than 800 years was completely sublimated at the moment when he burned his spirit, and finally allowed him to briefly enter the realm that was almost like a god.

The law stained on his knife was very familiar to Lu Wenwu - killing.

This is also the law power that people who use knives can most contact, and it is also one of the most matching laws.

With Lu Wenwu's experience and understanding, if he wants to understand the law of killing, he doesn't need to practice skill proficiency.

The blood evil energy accumulated in the endless sea of ​​blood alone is enough to easily push him to the point of touching the field.

However, Lu Wenwu himself has no interest in killing.

Killing a lot does not mean that he likes it.

His favorite is always the only one - egg pancake.

Even the purity ranked second is also for making better egg pancakes.

"Niu Niu, this is the last time I call you like this."

Looking calmly at the peak knife that was slashing towards him, Lu Wenwu's eyes were a little relieved.

But more of it is disappointment and regret.

The little thug who was once full of fear, but still dared to ride a motorcycle alone into the polluted base camp to attract monsters, cursing, has now obtained the admission ticket to the realm of godhood.

Even the appearance of the two machetes has not changed, they are still the same as before.

But his heart and his path have changed.

He is no longer the same person as before.

As early as the moment Cao Xu chose to integrate into this world and become one of the "gods", his ties with the past had been completely cut off by himself, and he could never go back to the past.

"I haven't seen you for many years, and you have improved."

Lu Wenwu's eyes became calm, and he still stood proudly in the air with his arms folded, without any intention of taking action.

"What a pity."

The terrifying black cross shattered his voice, and the sharp whistle of the blade tearing through the air pierced people's eardrums.

Even those guys who were members of the Eternal Council were extremely shocked by what was happening before their eyes.

In their eyes, the old man who barely squeezed in and got the qualification, who was usually not very impressive, could actually burst out such a strong attack?

This attack strength may have already entered the realm of [All Laws to God]!

Seeing that Lu Wenwu had no intention of resisting, the other people in the Eternal Council inevitably felt a little fluctuating.

Especially the Sword God, who had begun to secretly rejoice at Lu Wenwu's arrogance.

He could see the power of Cao Xu's attack.

Even if he tried his best to resist head-on, he might be seriously injured by a single blow.

The strong who stepped into the realm of the gods in the world are still in the human category and have not really taken that step.

They will still die and will still be injured.

Without transforming into the giant dragon of ten thousand meters, how could a weak human body be hit head-on by such an attack without any damage?

The next moment, what no one expected was that Lu Wenwu really did not make any defense.

The black cross was like the sickle of the god of death, slashing directly at Lu Wenwu's head.

"Boom!"

A violent roar rang out, and the terrifying wave instantly burst out in all directions.

The invisible sword intent exploded, and countless areas of the only remaining Zulong Building were instantly penetrated.

The wound that cut through the building material was actually thinner than paper, and the surrounding area showed an amazing sharpness!

The office machinery placed next to him seemed to have entered a crusher, and was instantly cut into pieces, turning into smooth fragments that were neatly scattered on the ground.

A figure flew out in the aftermath.

Who else could it be but Cao Xu?

At this time, his face was already as pale as gold paper, and blood was flowing out of his mouth, nose, ears and eyes.

He slammed back into the Zulong Building, and the violent impact force penetrated more than ten floors in a row, almost breaking the entire building in half!

The two swords that had been shining with cold light before had only two broken ends on the handles.

Countless metal fragments from the broken blades burst out in all directions, which was no less than a large missile exploding in mid-air.

Cao Xu lay in the ruins, his arms twisted at a strange angle, and his breath of life continued to fall.

The powerful breath that was almost comparable to the gods in the world before plummeted, and was even inferior to the strength of ordinary A-level practitioners.

Lu Wenwu still stood in the air with his arms folded, unscathed!

Not to mention cutting a wound on his forehead, even the corner of his clothes was not wrinkled at all.

Everyone in the Eternal Council was shocked.

Especially the Sword God, who was theoretically the strongest. The little flame of "hope" that had just emerged in his heart was ruthlessly extinguished, and he no longer had the intention of drawing his sword against Lu Wenwu.

The sense of crushing strength made him despair.

Lu Wenwu was like a wall of sighs, a wall of natural moat, standing quietly in front of him.

The other party did nothing, but the powerful feeling made it impossible for people to have any thoughts of resistance.

As both of them ascended to the gods in the world, is the gap between the two sides really so desperate!

The Sword God subconsciously clenched the hilt of the sword that he had been holding tightly in his hand, as if the alloy long sword that had accompanied him for many years since he became a "god" could bring him a sense of comfort and a tiny bit of peace of mind.

Lu Wenwu looked at the figure that was smashed into the building, and completely ignored the other people in the Eternal Council. He said the second half of the sentence that he had not finished just now.

"It's a pity. You are more than 800 years late."

"Huh"

Cao Xu uttered a few breaths from his throat, as if he wanted to say something.

But his collapsed chest and gradually weakened life force could no longer support him to do this. This broken body that had undergone multiple reinforcements and transformations had reached its limit.

The pre-set adrenaline and nano-medical drugs were pushed in, trying to forcibly snatch a soul from the hands of the god of death.

But he had already burned his spirit and bet his whole body, so how could these two small tubes of ordinary drugs save him?

At best, it could only allow him to hold on for a few more minutes.

Lu Wenwu's mind moved slightly, and the auspicious cloud under his feet moved his body out of thin air, and came to the top of Cao Xu, watching his constant struggle to get up.

"Why."

The enhanced lungs that were barely repaired by the nano-medicine allowed him to regain a little bit of language ability.

But the voice was extremely weak.

No mistakes in the first post, content, and book!

If Lu Wenwu's physical fitness had not been incredibly strong, he might not have been able to hear this tiny voice.

"Why. Don't. Do it?"

The old face showed strong pain and sorrow, and tears faintly crossed the countless ravines and scars, dripping from the cheeks like dry bark.

"Kill me with your fist."

"I refuse."

The emotions that Lu Wenwu had previously revealed in his eyes had long disappeared.

Now, he had no waves in his heart, only coldness.

The old friend is gone.

The person in front of him now is just a walking corpse with his name, a moving puppet.

Cao Xu, the sword god who has now burned everything and burst out with a blow comparable to that of a god in the world, is not as good as the young man who stood in front of Ye Hongyuan with two machetes in his hands.

"Why! Why!"

Veins on Cao Xu's neck were exposed, and he almost used up the last bit of strength in his body and "shouted" hysterically.

Lu Wenwu looked at him expressionlessly and uttered three words lightly: "You don't deserve it."

"Huh!"

Cao Xu's eyes, which were already somewhat turbid, widened in an instant, and his eyes looked at Lu Wenwu with bloodshot eyes.

At this moment, he felt a strong humiliation, and an astonishing anger burst out in his heart.

Why!

Why don't you let me die in your hands!

Why don't you fight back!

Why don't you let me die in battle, die like a real warrior!

But now, he can no longer utter any words to question Lu Wenwu.

His life has been passing away and is about to reach the end.

"The ancients said - if you are poor, you should take care of yourself; if you are rich, you should help the world."

"The great martial artist serves the country and the people, dares to be the first in the world, and dares to die for the world."

"The small one is to strengthen the body and open a school to teach boxing."

"The great one is to face the great justice and serve the country and the people."

"Don't be arrogant, but have the pride to not fear the powerful."

"Don't be arrogant and domineering, but help when you see injustice."

"Don't bully the weak, but protect the weak from being bullied."

"As a martial artist, you should cultivate the righteousness of heaven and earth, cultivate the indestructible body of diamond, forge the proud and unyielding spirit, and condense the chivalrous heart for the country and the people."

"If you are still a warrior, I will never begrudge the wishes of my old friend, and I will do my best to help you escape from the cage and shackles."

"But you! In these eight hundred years, which one have you done?"

"In these eight hundred years, you have claimed to be a 'god', and you have been in the same boat with these scumbags, degenerate, and laugh at the suffering of all living beings from a high position. In this way, how can you die under my fist?"

At this point, Lu Wenwu leaned down, and there was undisguised disgust in his eyes when he looked at Cao Xu.

"Killing you will dirty my fist and insult my boxing."

After the voice fell, Cao Xu's eyes widened again, his chest suddenly lifted up, and his eyeballs trembled rapidly at an abnormal speed.

The next second, a stream of blood suddenly overflowed from his mouth, and his body fell back at once, and the breath of life disappeared instantly.

Rage attacks the heart, the blood and qi flow backwards, the heart veins are cut off, and the breath is dead.

There is usually only one reason for such a tragic situation.

Obsessed.

At the last moment of his life, Lu Wenwu's words completely shattered the warrior's heart that was barely glued together, not perfect at all, and not harmonious enough.

Cao Xu thought that he had burned everything and touched the end of the martial arts in the world, touched the highest temple, and was able to peek into the scene through the crack of the door. It was a perfect way to die.

Being able to die at the peak of his life in the hands of the person he once admired was an extremely romantic way of death, and a perfect curtain call of his life.

Unfortunately, Lu Wenwu not only did not give him this opportunity, but also made his mood fall from great joy to great sorrow with just a few words.

Ups and downs, great sorrow and joy.

Cao Xu died here in such a cowardly way, in a way he least wanted to see.

In Lu Wenwu's eyes, the law of dreams appeared.

The special vision that divided the world into two realms appeared in front of him.

With just a thought, the soul that had just emerged automatically due to the death of the physical body showed an extreme fear on its face, as if it could sense that it was about to face a disaster.

But it was meaningless.

Cao Xu's soul shattered in a silent scream.

The fire of sin burned fiercely, burning from each soul fragment, burning it completely into nothingness.

It was not a virtual soul core composed of data, but a real soul!

Lu Wenwu watched all this expressionlessly, witnessing the last fragment being burned into nothingness. The whole process was terribly smooth, and nothing strange happened.

Cao Xu was completely dead, even his soul was wiped out, and he died very cleanly.

But Lu Wenwu could clearly feel that he was not completely dead on another level.

There was still an inexplicable force between this world, recording his soul data completely, just like the virtual digital soul core.

Maybe in the eyes of others, he was not really dead.

At least the Zulong who looked down through the cracks did think so.