No flower was like a monk who could see through everything.
a loss is a loss. If you can't even bear the word 'lose' in your life, you'll have lived in vain ...
Wuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwu
He said with a smile.
But the next moment, his smile quickly disappeared.
What replaced it was a look of surprise.
Only when the broken Sword neared him did he realize that the power of the sword was different from before.
As expected!
The Buddhist power three feet away from his body was easily cut open by the broken Sword!
His face finally showed great panic and he hurriedly said, ""Save me!"
However, he only reacted at this moment.
He was still one step too late.
The broken Sword pierced through his shoulder blade, bringing out a large amount of blood as it came out of his body!
"Ah!" No flower screamed like a pig being slaughtered. He no longer looked like a monk.
"Whoosh-"
