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"It's useless. Even if you kill me, you still can't grow up..." Barlow's voice gradually became weaker, and his eyes were full of hatred.

"Then it's not my turn to worry."

"I'm about to die. What happened before my death and what happened after my death doesn't matter!"

Wang Penglian sneered again and again. Before he died, he was really worried about the future of the Chinese martial arts world and wished he could get rid of all his enemies quickly.

But now that he is dying, no matter how worried he is about the future of the Chinese martial arts world, he will not be able to make any difference, let alone influence the situation.

In this case, it is better to die a little more free and easy.

"Barlow, let us die together today!"

"On the road to hell, you and I will decide the outcome!"

Wang Peng suddenly shouted with great courage.

Several figures could not help but appear in his eyes.

There are his wife, his children, his friends, and everyone in the Chinese martial arts community who sacrificed their lives.

'Be sure to pay attention to your safety. If you die and we are orphans and widowers, what should we do? '

These words came from Wang Peng's wife's mouth before he took action.

When he first heard this sentence, Wang Peng made a promise: 'I will never die! '

But after entering the battle and looking at his colleagues who died at the hands of the enemy, Wang Peng's mind changed.

So many people have died to defend the Chinese martial arts world, why can't I, Wang Peng, be among them?

As a Chinese person, I, Wang Peng, should devote myself to the Chinese martial arts world!

As the ancients said, when kings die in the country and soldiers die on the battlefield, they all die well!

I, Wang Peng, am not a king, let alone a soldier, but I am also a member of China. Now I am dying for China. Is it a worthy death?

Well deserved! Well deserved! Naturally worthy!

When he was dying, the corners of Wang Peng's mouth unconsciously raised slightly, outlining a faint smile.

My wife, my son, don’t be sad.

I, Wang Peng, can no longer accompany you, and I can no longer take care of you as a husband and a father.

But you are not only my wife and my sons, but also Chinese people and sons of China.

After I die, China will naturally take good care of you!

In this way, there will be no regrets...

On this day, Wang Peng, the head of the Ruyijin Wang family and one of the two treasures from the southeast, died in battle!

In this battle, Wang Peng fought alone against the third dark envoy of the Dark Night Society, the ninth-level peak genetic warrior Barlow, and killed him.

Therefore, die in your proper place, live as a great man, and die as a ghost!

"Amitabha."

"Good, good!"

On the battlefield in the distance, the holy monk Wu Zen looked into the distance with tears in his eyes.

After a long time, the holy monk Wuchan turned his head, and the six hands of the Buddha statue behind him came out, holding the magic formula to repel the opponent.

Afterwards, the old monk did not rush to pursue him, but closed his eyes in awe, sat upright on the lotus platform, clasped his hands and recited the sutra silently.

Seeing this scene, all the masters of the Dark Night Club looked puzzled.

But seeing that Holy Monk Wuchan actually had no intention of taking action, these people tentatively launched an attack.

Kyle, the seventh dark envoy of the Dark Night Society, took the lead and punched brazenly!

However, before Kyle could reach the Holy Monk Wuchan, the Buddha statue behind him suddenly lowered his eyebrows.

The next second, a huge Buddha's hand slammed down towards Huanghuang Tianwei!

There was only a loud noise, and Kyle was instantly hit to the ground by the Buddha's hand.

In an instant, the earth trembled and dust billowed up in the wind.

"Amitabha, I am saving the souls of heroes, why are you so rebellious to humanity?!"

Just when everyone's faces were full of shock, the voice of Monk Wuchan came with obvious anger.

When the sound reached these people's ears, the Buddha's hand arrived at the same time!

Seeing this, all the masters of the Dark Night Society changed their expressions and fled quickly.

On the battlefield, the voice of Monk Wuchan silently reciting scriptures gradually reached everyone's ears.

In an instant, everyone in the Chinese martial arts world showed sadness.

Lu Liangcai, who was fighting Long Ying in the distance, felt a pain in his heart for no reason.

But soon, he regained his composure, because Long Ying was right behind him, chasing after him.