Death of Douluo

In such a brutal battle, Mo Fan in black was clearly stronger than Mo Fan in every aspect, but for some unknown reason, the battle never ended.

Under another crazy impact, Mo Fan's figure was knocked away again. Such impact has happened at least hundreds of thousands of times.Under such a crazy collision and slashing, Mo Fan's hands were already shaking, but Mo Fan in black in the distance did not change at all from beginning to end.

bang.

After another violent slash, Mo Fan's already trembling hands finally could no longer hold the Zanpakutō and were thrown away by the black-clothed Mo Fan's sword.The white Zanpakuto spun in mid-air for several weeks and finally fell to the ground.

Mo Fan looked at his empty hands with a somewhat absent-minded look.

Mo Fan in black looked at the absent-minded Mo Fan and said calmly: "Aren't you going to pick it up?"

Mo Fan raised his head and looked at the black-clothed Mo Fan in front of him. He slowly clenched his trembling hands and punched directly at the black-clothed Mo Fan. On the sword.

"You lied to me, can't you even let me punch you?" Mo Fan looked directly at Mo Fan in black.

Mo Fan, dressed in black, replied indifferently: "I didn't lie to you."

"Haha!" Mo Fan glanced at Mo Fan in black, turned around and walked towards the Zanpakutō, picked up the Zanpakutō that fell to the ground, and carefully wiped the rainwater on it.

"This rain should stop." Mo Fan looked up at the gloomy sky and said softly. The next moment, the dark clouds dissipated and the sky cleared after the rain.

After a crazy battle, Mo Fan's depression from his crazy training in the past, as well as his inner longing and apology for the old man, were all vented at this moment.

If you die here, you will really die. Black-clothed Mofan was indeed not lying, but Black-clothed Mofan never said he wanted to kill Mofan from beginning to end.

From the beginning to the end of this battle, Mo Fan in black was trying to help Mo Fan vent his long-suppressed heart.

There are many ways to vent inner depression, and crazy fighting is one of the choices Mo Fan in black chooses to help Mo Fan vent.

At the beginning, because of Mo Fan's extreme attitude, he did not understand the intention of Mo Fan in black. However, as the battle progressed, Mo Fan also noticed that Mo Fan in black seemed to be deliberately holding back his hand, and slowly he understood Mo Fan’s intention.

Since it was catharsis, Mo Fan naturally became even more crazy, slashing, colliding, and destroying. Mo Fan vented all the long-suppressed emotions in his heart into this battle. It was a kind of catharsis with all his heart.

If the rain in the sky was Mo Fan's suppressed emotions, in this crazy battle, the rain finally passed and the sky cleared up.

Mo Fan raised his head and looked at the blazing sun in the sky through his fingers, and finally a rare smile appeared on his lips.

"Did you call me in just to ravage me?"

Facing Mo Fan's inquiry, Mo Fan in black said: "Don't let hatred blind you. The reason why you become stronger should not be for revenge!"

Mo Fan's eyes were slightly condensed, and he closed his fingers. The bright sunlight was completely blocked. Without the sunlight, there was only darkness in front of Mo Fan's eyes...

"If it's not for revenge, then what should I do for it?" Mo Fan asked, so what about the darkness in front of him?

"Is this what you want? What about after revenge? Isn't Oscar your brother? You used him for revenge! Is this... really worth it?" Mo Fan in black took a step forward and looked at Mo Fan. Fan, the calm rhetorical question carried an inexplicable sense of oppression.

Hearing Oscar's name, Mo Fan couldn't help but pause and replied: "I didn't take advantage of him."

"No? Then why did you train him? Why didn't you train him before, but you trained him after learning about the gift of the second soul skill!" Black-clothed Mo Fan asked aggressively.

"I...I want to make him stronger. This way, after I give him the power, he can show it, and then he will be able to protect Ning Rongrong, so that he will not disfigure himself just to become stronger!" Mo Fan retorted.

"Make him stronger? Even without you, he can still become stronger according to the original development trajectory of this world. It is better to be disfigured than to be controlled by others, right?

After all, you just took a fancy to his talent and wanted him to give you more power, right?

After you told him your past, he still chose to be your brother, but you plotted against him for revenge!

When you regarded him as the No. 1 choice for Soul Gift, wasn't that what you had already thought in your heart? "

The words of Mo Fan in black were like a sharp blade piercing deep into Mo Fan's heart.

Mo Fan's eyes were a little blood red, and his figure was trembling as he said, "I don't have one!"

The cold voice of Mo Fan in black sounded again, "It's true that you hesitated, so you didn't give him your power, but how long can you hesitate?

If you continue like this, hatred will sooner or later devour your heart. When your inner desire for power reaches its extreme, will you still consider the brotherhood between you and him?

Hatred can be the nourishment for your growth, but hatred should not be the foundation for your growth! "

Mo Fan lowered his head and remained silent. The ever-changing look on his face showed what kind of struggle he was having in his heart at this moment.

After the old man died, revenge became his only motivation. He practiced crazily every day and night in order to gain stronger power and avenge the old man as soon as possible.

Every day when he wakes up, he thinks about cultivation, which makes Mo Fan, who was still a little cheerful, become more and more withdrawn. Apart from sometimes chatting with Oscar, Mo Fan rarely even speaks, especially Dai Mu. After Bai Lai, Mo Fan gradually began to immerse himself in power and revenge.

In the academy, Flanders and Zhao Wuji had told Mo Fan about this matter more than once. Others urged the students to practice seriously and hard, but when it came to Mo Fan, it was just the opposite. Instead, they persuaded Mo Fan to Go out more and see other things, but Mo Fan couldn't listen to these words at all.Still focusing on practicing, studying, and fighting on his own.

If Oscar hadn't communicated and chatted from time to time, perhaps Mo Fan would have already begun to become mentally twisted because of his pursuit of power for revenge.

Hatred can indeed promote people's growth, but hatred is also a poison. If you are not careful, you will be doomed!

"Don't be a slave to hatred, go back and think about it!" Mo Fan in black raised his hand and pushed gently. The familiar feeling of darkness, weightlessness came again. The next moment when Mo Fan opened his eyes, he had returned to the world again. That familiar mountaintop.

Mo Fan, who was full of alcohol, was still leaning under the withered pine. Night had already fallen, and the moon was bright in the silent night sky.

After waking up, Mo Fan looked at Mingyue with his eyes blank. Mo Fan's voice in black seemed to have some strange magic power attached to it. He usually wouldn't listen to what others said, but now he was deep in thought.