Super Seminary: Start by making up the three seafood generals!

As soon as Liang Bing's words came out, He Xiye, who had been paying little attention to Rose, focused his attention. A white light flashed in his eyes, and his Eye of Insight opened. He instantly read all the information about the Space-Time Rose on the earth.

The next second, He Xi's expression showed a hint of surprise.

"...Two Spacetime Roses? No, the one who is still in San Francisco is the Spacetime Rose in the Earth's data!"

At this point, a hint of interest appeared in He Xi's eyes and a hint of amusement flashed across his face.

"Besides that, there seem to be two more German Star Spears on Earth today. How interesting!"

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"Don't you see, Qinghaitou, no one has collected bones since ancient times, this shot, sacrifice your life!"

In the center of the battlefield of magma and thunder, the heroic voice of middle-aged Zhao Xin rang out.

The next second, a huge purple light shot up into the sky. The middle-aged Zhao Xin completely abandoned his defense and attacked Chi Xing's forehead with a huge blue-purple lightning spear in his hand.

Facing the upcoming fierce attack, Chi Xing showed a look of madness. He did not dodge or evade. He even gave up defense and raised his hand to attack the middle-aged Zhao Xin's heart without hesitation!

When two brave men meet in a narrow road, the brave one wins. Up to now, both sides of the battle unexpectedly adopted a life-and-death fighting style at the same time!

"Ong!!"

The next second, accompanied by a huge explosion, red magma mixed with blue-purple lightning spread out in all directions.

The seafood fleet watching nearby suffered heavy casualties in an instant, and the members of the Xiongbing Company wearing dark armor were not much better off, being smashed to pieces one after another.

Ge Xiaolun, who was lying on the ground, covered his eyes and rubbed the magma that had just entered his eye sockets. After he regained his sight, he said to Sun Wukong with a worried look on his face:

"Is 'Xin Ye' okay?"

After observing for a while with his flaming eyes, Sun Wukong slowly shook his head.

"It's fine for now, but the energy of both sides has begun to drop to freezing point. The winner should be decided soon."

As Sun Wukong finished his words, the scene in the center of the battlefield began to reveal itself in due course.

"General Chixing!..."

"Master Xin! ..."

The next second, accompanied by the exclamations of onlookers from both sides, the tragic scene on the field began to emerge.

Chi Xing had lost half of his head, and a big hole was pierced through the middle-aged Zhao Xin's chest.

The two sides stared at each other and struggled to get up from the ground.

Give the opponent a fatal blow!

"Flash boy, you're still far away. If you want to kill me, wait for your next life!" Chi Xing was the first to struggle to stand up, and the magma in his hand began to condense again.

The middle-aged Zhao Xin showed disdain on his face. He propped up his upper body from the ground, pouted his lips and spat out a mouthful of blood.

"You win or lose, you can kill me or chop me up as you please. But if I, your Lordship, frown at you, I'll be your son-in-law!"

As the middle-aged Zhao Xin spoke, he forced his head to look at the young Zhao Xin behind him.

"Little guy, remember, death is not scary, what is scary is the death of the heart. Don't worry about the lack of brave generals after death, the loyal souls will still guard the sky. This shot is called desperate!"

As the words fell, the middle-aged Zhao Xin forced himself to stand up in front of Chi Xing's astonished eyes, and a blue-purple spear condensed in his hand.

He stabbed at the other intact half of Chixing's head, while his body was submerged in Chixing's magma.

"I will go to Quantai to recruit my old subordinates, with a hundred thousand flags, to slay the wolf tribe. The last shot will haunt me..."

Gradually, the middle-aged Zhao Xin's voice became smaller and smaller, and he was completely submerged in the magma, leaving only a mysterious fruit in his place.

It is surrounded by blue-purple lightning, giving off a vague temptation.

Along with the appearance of the fruit, Chixing's huge headless corpse also fell to the ground with a loud bang!

Sun Wukong watched this scene in silence. Zhao Xin, who was standing beside him, knelt on the ground with a dazed look on his face, looking at the silence in front of him, unable to come back to his senses for a long time.

After a while, Zhao Xin raised his head with bloodshot eyes, and asked Sun Wukong and Reina in a hoarse and crazy voice:

"...Why, he was right in front of you, why didn't you save him? Why did you let him fight alone..."

As Zhao Xin's questioning voice rang out, Liu Chuang, Ge Xiaolun and others on the side couldn't help but look at each other, and remained silent at the same time, their vague gazes fell on Sun Wukong and Lena.

But what responded to many members of the Xiongbinglian was endless silence.

Sun Wukong, wearing armor and holding the golden cudgel, lowered his head and looked at the boiling magma in front of him. His eyes were filled with thoughts and a hint of sadness.

After a long time, Sun Wukong walked into the lava without saying a word and carried out the broken body of middle-aged Zhao Xin.

Sun Wukong silently held the corpse and walked in front of Zhao Xin.

"It's not that I don't want to save him, but he is determined to die. There is no way to save him. If he doesn't want to, I can't save him either!"

"I don't know what happened to him, but I know that this was his choice. I have no reason to stop a true warrior from dying on the battlefield. Child, he is you. In this battle, he is performing for you..."

At this time, Lena on the side also came over and handed the suddenly appeared blue-purple fruit to Zhao Xin who was crying.

“Eat it, inherit the will of this ‘Xin Zhao’, and move on!”

With tears on his face, Zhao Xin looked at the blue-purple fruit in front of him, tightly holding the dark golden spear he had just obtained in his hand.

A unique sobbing sound with a Beijing accent rang out in the open space.

"What the hell is going on here? Didn't we come together to fight in this war? Why did I have to face this?"

"Shouldn't the protagonists be Brother Monkey and Sister Na? At the very least, it should be Xiaolun and Chuangzi. Why is it my turn?"

"How come someone who looks exactly like me suddenly appears on the battlefield? Am I the fucking Destiny's Child?"

"...Ah, tell me!...Why the hell, you gave me a golden spear, then walked away with a cold face, and said so many inexplicable things, I am just a gangster who advocates chivalry!"

"I, Zhao Xin... How could I deserve to let this person... sacrifice himself!"

Zhao Xin lowered his head at the end of his speech, his voice was hoarse, and tears kept falling on his face.

Sun Wukong walked up to him without saying a word. He simply took the fruit from Rena's hand and handed it to Zhao Xin.

"Whether you eat or not, child, I will always be in front of you!"

As Sun Wukong's words rang out, Zhao Xin raised his head in a daze.

Looking at the fruits that I saw for the first time, I felt they were so familiar.

Zhao Xin's eyes flickered, and the elegant and heroic voice of the middle-aged Zhao Xin in the battle with Chixing seemed to reappear in his ears.

"The moon is like a hook, it's hard not to ask for it! This shot is romantic!"

"The clouds and mists are turning up, hiding the murderous intent, sweeping across thousands of troops over tens of thousands of miles! This shot kills the enemy."

"Why don't men take Wu Gou and conquer the fifty universes outside the universe? This spear will make you a prime minister!"

"When autumn comes on September 8th, my flower will bloom and all other flowers will die. This shot will seal the deal!"

"I have fought in battles over three thousand miles, I have blocked millions of troops with one sword, and I am so proud of this spear!"

Lines of arrogant poetry and fierce attacks kept appearing in Zhao Xin's mind.

As they appeared, the flicker in Zhao Xin's eyes became more intense. After a long time, a hint of determination emerged in Zhao Xin's eyes.

He took the fruit from Sun Wukong's hand without hesitation and bit it hard.

"Hey, this doesn't need to be all..."

Zhao Xin didn't wait for Lena's reminder and swallowed all the fruit in his mouth in just a few bites.

After eating, his expression did not fluctuate at all, he just bowed sincerely towards the middle-aged body of Zhao Xin in Sun Wukong's hands.

"Maybe you are my future self, or maybe not, but I can feel your pain and regret. I promise you, I will use the gun in my hand to protect everything that must be protected, and I will not let the tragedy that happened to you happen again!"

Finally, Zhao Xin bowed for the last time, with his head pressed against the ground and his spear held in front of him.

"Slaughter all the millions of devils. The sword on my waist is still bloody. I, Zhao Xin, swear to heaven that I will kill all foreign invaders!"