Welcome to the world of strange dreams

Luo Zhao was seen holding a lightsaber and constantly attacking the Japanese.

His moves are obviously all about defeating the enemy with one move, but from different angles, especially when he performs them, they look particularly handsome.

And that Japanese was the most powerful spirit Fu Minghui had seen since he entered the border.

Thinking about it, he died during World War II, a long time ago.

He was extremely vicious both before and after his life, adding to his fierceness.

I don’t know what kind of opportunity I got. To linger on the border and not go away must be extraordinary.

Every time Fu Minghui watched Luo Zhao's battle at close range before, he was unilaterally torturing various evil spirits. The opponent would be defeated if he could persist for a while at most.

But this time, even if Fu Minghui had no force value at all and could not accurately judge, he could still see that it was a stalemate. For a while, no one could do anything about it.

"You are very strong." The devil sighed.

"You're rubbish." Luo Zhao said bluntly.

"Asshole!" the Japanese was furious.

"Ghost scum." Luo Zhao's voice was flat and emotionless.

When he fights, he is always calm and focused to the point of being terrifying. It feels like nothing can affect his performance, his rhythm, or his plan.

But what he said now was quite shocking.

The argument is simple and clear, making people laugh.

Fu Minghui bit his lip, otherwise he would really laugh out loud.

Who can fight life and death like Luo Zhao? As expected of a professor.

Sure enough, you can't let your emotions influence you in a battle of this level.

Including but not limited to fear, anger, cowardice or madness.

That Japanese was so arrogant when he was alive, and even more so in this world after his death, how could he bear such contempt from others?

In its knowledge, all living beings and dead spirits were afraid of him. They prostrated themselves on the ground and allowed him to flatten and round them without being able or daring to resist.

Even, worship it like a god.

It's all because of the wizard, and maybe the people in the dark web organization pampering it.

But Luo Zhao was not used to it.

"I'm going to kill you! Go to hell, you creature of an inferior race!" The Japs were furious, shouting and increasing the intensity of their attacks.

"These words will come back to you twice." Luo Zhao was still indifferent.

Fu Minghui finally couldn't help laughing and quickly covered his mouth.

Who would have expected it, my family!

It's none other than Luo Zhao!

A man who has always been serious and upright ● A gentle and elegant law professor ● A steel warrior with strong discipline ● When beauty is like a still and deep river, he actually said such nonsensical language.

This made her understand a truth: no matter how outstanding a man is, he was once a middle-aged boy.

She met him at his best, but forgot that he also had his funny moments.

But she soon became nervous again, because the Japs were obviously completely irritated.

It exploded with huge energy, and like a mine being detonated on the sea floor, a mud-colored mushroom cloud exploded, polluting the surrounding environment and making it impossible to see anything clearly.

Fu Minghui felt like she was stuck in mud, or the lens was dirty when she was shooting the video, which made her want to reach out and wipe it.

Fortunately, we are in the illusion of the bottom of the sea after all. The mud and dust rise very quickly, and the same goes for retreating.

Soon, she saw the scene in front of her clearly again.

The figure of the devil exploded several times. At this time, it was like the devil was released from the bottle. The lower body, if it still existed, condensed into a thin wisp of mud, still shrinking in place, but the upper body moved forward. Poke out.

The eight octopus tentacles behind him swelled like eight monster pythons, flying and circling in mid-air, constantly rising high, and then rushing down extremely quickly.

Originally Luo Zhao was tall, which made the Japanese pirates smaller.

But at this moment, compared to him, Luo Zhao was like a giant cement-mixing car with tires taller than a person, standing in front of a normal person's proportions.

And those eight claws seemed to be powerful every time they fell.

They all seemed to have their own consciousness and soul, as if they were possessed by eight evil ghosts, and they were attacking Luo Zhao crazily from different angles, as if they were alive.

"Be careful." Fu Minghui's heart tightened.

I wanted to laugh just now, watching the people I like fighting, it was like riding a roller coaster.

"The garbage has become bigger, and it is also large garbage." Luo Zhao is very irritating.

However, Fu Minghui vaguely felt that he seldom spoke during battles, and this was intentional!

However, he can really poke at the opponent's sore spots.

The Japanese screamed in anger and attacked more violently.

Luo Zhao immediately returned to the defensive position, moving extremely quickly, waving his lightsaber and splitting all the solid mud shells coming from the opponent.

But, it's still dangerous.

Every time, it seemed like it was going to hurt him, but he could barely avoid it.

Fu Minghui was frightened, but he slowly realized it.

Luo Zhao was indeed teasing the other party on purpose.

He seemed to use fighting to measure the enemy's attack and defense range. From the perspective of a bystander, he almost circled around the enemy.

Even a scumbag like Fu Minghui could see it: Japs couldn't go beyond a certain range.

The range itself was the middle area surrounded by several sunken warships.

As far as its attack is concerned, it will not exceed about 20 meters outside the warship tomb group.

For such a warship burial place, few people will carefully study its layout and location.

Unless you are a professional archaeologist or a person who studies history.

First of all, the scene itself has a sense of desolation and tragedy, which makes people feel disrespectful if they stare carefully. Although there were Japanese ships inside, there were also ships belonging to the Allies, who were on the righteous side at the time.

The soldiers who fought and died on it were all heroes in the fight against fascism.

One must look up to heroes.

Those who cannot respect this are basically unworthy of human beings.

Secondly, such a place can also be intimidating. I was so overwhelmed by the invisible aura that I couldn't even lift my head.

But when the battle reached this level, Fu Minghui suddenly discovered that the warships were lying flat there and broken into several pieces. Either straight or inclined, inserted into the seabed.

It seemed chaotic, but it vaguely formed an encirclement, surrounding the Japanese in the middle.

It seems that there is an invisible barrier, forming a dilemma through the wreckage of the warship.

Once again, she regretted not studying Taoism with her father.

It feels like even if this is not a formation, it should be related to Qimen Dunjia or something like that.

There was a father who had never eaten pork and had seen pigs run away.

"This is a formation, I don't know who set it up." She said to Luo Zhao through the earphone.

In fact, I don't want to disturb him. After all, he is fighting and cannot be distracted.

But she felt that she had to remind him.

"It's a pity that Carp is not here." Luo Zhao actually replied to her despite his busy schedule.

It turns out that he also saw it, but couldn't analyze it.