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At this time, the Japanese man began to laugh strangely, which sounded worse than crying.

"You don't have the ability to hear at all, it's better to die." A voice came into Fu Minghui's mind again.

At the same time, two more tentacles stretched out, as fast as lightning.

The devil also opened his bloody mouth, a mouth that could never be opened in a human image.

Fu Minghui could no longer move due to exhaustion of strength and fear.

She only hated that she was not capable enough to make the shelter hole she had formed last longer.

When she entered the border, Luo Zhao was still outside.

If she couldn't wait for him to come back, she would be devoured.

I just don’t know what will happen to her body in the outside world after such a cruel death in the border? Are there no bones left, or just a pool of blood?

At such a time of life and death, she could still think of this.

Close your eyes tightly, as if what you can't see won't happen...

In fact, the horrific scene she expected did not happen.

Just when she felt the tentacle touching her body, and even felt the suction on the small suction cup, a burst of cold air hit her from the side, followed by the thing suddenly pulling back, making a sound similar to the whipping of a whip.

Then, there was the earth-shattering scream.

"Closing your eyes during battle is the worst behavior." Luo Zhao's voice sounded, "Special training assessment, zero points."

Ah, that dear voice!

She had heard his voice before when they were hiding in the hole.

It was so similar that she couldn't tell the truth and answer because of her unstable mind.

Because of her response, although the door was never found, the shelter hole that had been constructed at first and was far from stable collapsed and was immediately located by the Japs.

But now, although she still has time to look back, she must be sure and certain that this is the real Luo Zhao.

Even if it turns into ashes, she will recognize it.

Because every time he spoke to her, her heart would tingle.

The five senses can lie, but the feelings in the heart will never lie.

So, he is here! Once again he came just in time.

In fact, she really wanted to ask him: Can he stop being so pressed for time in the future? It was always a critical situation, and her blood pressure was so high that it would explode.

Can you, don't play with this heartbeat!

She stretched out her hand without looking back and was held by another big warm hand.

Then her whole body was lifted up.

"Always keep an eye on the enemy, understand?" Luo Zhao stared at the direction of the wreckage, but said to Fu Minghui, "Wait here and see how to fight."

After saying that, his whole body flew up, holding on to the lightsaber, and rushed towards the Japanese.

But Fu Minghui's words, although whispered, did not escape his ears.

Fu Minghui said: This devil is fake!

Why is it fake? he does not know. But he trusted her.

Her powers are so powerful, she doesn't know it, but they are far inferior to others!

The Japanese seemed to be in a panic. Seeing Luo Zhao rushing towards him, he had no time to retract his tentacles and stretched out the front one, which was cut off by Luo Zhao again.

The chopped off parts fell on the sand on the seabed and instantly turned to dust.

These are the rules of borders!

No matter how real experiences and feelings are, once they are destroyed, they become nothingness.

This is originally a battle between ideas and energy, although it is just like substance.

Fu Minghui opened his eyes obediently and looked over.

Seeing that the devil had two tentacles cut off one after another, he became even more panicked.

He seemed to be trying to escape, and with the power of the water flow, he was moving very quickly.

But Luo Zhao was faster.

If Fu Minghui feels constrained in this water boundary, it is difficult for him to act independently. Luo Zhao was in the same place, but he seemed to be able to use his strength to fight, and his movements were faster and sharper than usual.

He has never had any flashy movements like those in action movies and TV shows. He has simply used simple and fast techniques to defeat the enemy with one move.

Its purpose is only one: to kill.

So where the sword light flickered, the octopus monster's tentacles were cut off one by one.

Blood splattered everywhere, turning the sea water turbid.

The Japanese were so arrogant towards Fu Minghui before, but now they were so vulnerable.

This made Fu Minghui discover that Luo Zhao's previous actions in the border were actually contained.

He was so powerful, no wonder those evil spirits had to organize themselves to fight the few against the many, and also used conspiracies and traps to dare to deal with him.

Seeing that only the last tentacle of the octopus monster was left, suddenly a burst of ink quickly spread from his side, turning the already chaotic seawater into as black as ink.

This is not the handiwork of the devil, it is the instinct of the octopus.

He, or rather it, is running away.

If you can't beat him, you have to run away.

Fu Minghui was so anxious that he wanted to shout a warning, but saw the black water coming towards her. If it was covered, she would not be able to see anything.

But it was like there was some underwater force waving around, and the ink rolled back before it even touched her.

At the same time, a ray of light emerged from the dark water. It was so bright. It was obviously the light of a sword, but it was like the light of the sun. It instantly dispelled the darkness caused by the ink-like water vapor!

With clear vision in front of him, Fu Minghui saw that the lightsaber was not held in Luo Zhao's hand, but was inserted under the heavy sand on the seabed. Due to external stirring, the sand on the bottom of the sea seems to be smoky and scattered.

And Luo Zhao had already gone around behind the Japanese, with one strong arm around his neck, and the other holding his forehead, which was the octopus.

"Let me go!" He begged for mercy in a stern voice.

There was a pleading tone in his tone, and he didn't know what kind of power he was exuding, which made people feel sympathy for him.

It was during this moment of confusion that the devil's only remaining tentacle suddenly poked out.

He knew he couldn't defeat Luo Zhao, but he attacked Fu Minghui.

The speed was so fast that it became a shadow.

Luo Zhao's mind moved, and he was about to grab the tentacle to prevent it from hurting Fu Minghui.

But at this moment, the Jaap, who was completely unable to move, jumped up, escaped Luo Zhao's control, and swam upward with his whole body.

The speed is still as fast as a ghost.

It turned out that he didn't want to attack Fu Minghui, because Luo Zhao was here and there was nothing that could hurt her.

He wanted Luo Zhao to be distracted so that he could take the opportunity to escape.

However, the only remaining tentacle is an attacking weapon, but it is also a weak point to be attacked.

Luo Zhao reacted quickly, grabbed the tentacle, and pulled him back.

"Let me go! Let me go!" The Japanese would only repeat this sentence.

Whether it’s English, Japanese, or local dialect, there is no language barrier across the border and everyone can understand it.

"Sorry, I can't decide." Luo Zhao still put one arm around the Japanese's neck, "Why don't you go ask those people who were killed by you?"

As he spoke, he used his hands hard.

With a click, the devil's neck was broken.

Third update.

Tomorrow I will continue to pay my debts.

But guess who the fake devil is?

The attractions of World War II shipwrecks have been mentioned many times before, and they are just foreshadowing, not for nothing. hehe.