Copy of the reckless man: I can see the status bar

The office machinery placed next to it seemed to have entered a shredder and was instantly cut into pieces, turning into smooth-cut fragments that were neatly scattered on the ground.

A figure flew backwards in the aftermath.

If it’s not Cao Xu, then who else could it be?

At this time, his face had already turned pale, and blood was oozing out of his mouth, nose, ears and eyes.

He slammed back heavily into the Zulong Building, and the violent impact force penetrated more than ten floors diagonally downwards, almost breaking the entire building in half!

The two swords that had gleamed with cold light before were now reduced to two broken ends on the handles.

Countless metal fragments from the shattered blade flew everywhere, just like a large missile exploding in mid-air.

Cao Xu was lying in the ruins, his arms twisted at a strange angle, and his life force was continuously fading.

The powerful aura that was previously comparable to that of a mortal god has plummeted, and is even inferior to the strength of an ordinary A-level practitioner.

Lu Wenwu was still standing in the air with his arms folded, unharmed!

Not to mention a cut on his forehead, not even the corner of his clothes was wrinkled.

Everyone in the Eternal Council was shocked.

Especially for the Sword God, who was theoretically the strongest, the little flame of "hope" that had just emerged in his heart was ruthlessly extinguished, and he no longer had the thought of drawing his sword against Lu Wenwu.

The overwhelming sense of strength made him despair.

Lu Wenwu was like a wall of sighs, a natural moat, standing quietly in front of him.

The other party did nothing, but that powerful feeling made it impossible for people to have any thoughts of resistance.

As both of them have ascended to God from the human world, is the gap between them really so hopeless?

The Sword God subconsciously clenched the hilt of the sword that he had been holding tightly in his hand, as if the alloy sword that had accompanied him for many years since he became a "god" could bring him a sense of comfort and a tiny bit of peace of mind.

Lu Wenwu looked at the figure that was smashed into the building, and completely ignored the other people in the Eternal Council. He said the second half of the sentence that he had not finished just now.

"What a pity. You are more than 800 years late."

"ho"

Cao Xu uttered a few breaths from his throat, as if he wanted to say something.

But his collapsed chest and gradually weakening life force could no longer support him to do this. This broken body that had undergone multiple reinforcements and transformations had reached its limit.

The preset adrenaline and nanomedical drugs were injected in an attempt to forcibly snatch a soul from the hands of the god of death.

But he had already burned out his energy and put his entire body at risk, so how could these two small tubes of mundane medicine save him?

At best, it can only allow it to last a few more minutes.

Lu Wenwu's mind moved slightly, and the auspicious clouds under his feet moved his body out of thin air, and he came to the top of Cao Xu, watching him struggling to get up.

"Why."

The enhanced lungs that were barely repaired by the nanomedicine allowed him to regain a little bit of language ability.

But the sound was extremely weak.

If Lu Wenwu's physical fitness had not been incredibly strong, he might not have been able to hear this tiny sound.

"Why don't you do it?"

The old face revealed intense pain and sorrow, with faint tears running down the countless grooves and scars, dripping from the dry bark-like cheeks.

"Kill me with your fist."

"I reject."

The emotion that Lu Wenwu had previously revealed in his eyes had long since disappeared.

Now, there is no ripple in his heart, only coldness.

The old friend has gone.

The person in front of him now was nothing more than a walking corpse with his name, a living puppet.

Now, the sword god Cao Xu, who has burned everything and exploded with a blow comparable to that of a god, is not as good as the young man who stood trembling in front of Ye Hongyuan with two machetes in his hands.

"Why!"

Veins were bulging on Cao Xu's neck. He used up almost the last bit of his strength and roared hysterically.

Lu Wenwu looked at him expressionlessly and uttered three words lightly: "You don't deserve it."

"Ho!"

Cao Xu's already somewhat cloudy eyes widened in an instant, and he looked at Lu Wenwu with bloodshot eyes.

At this moment, he felt strongly humiliated and an incredible anger burst out in his heart.

why!

Why don't you let me die in your hands!

Why not fight back!

Why don't you let me die in battle, like a true warrior!

But now, he could no longer utter any words to question Lu Wenwu.

His life was slipping away and was about to come to an end.

"As the ancients said: If you are poor, you should take care of yourself; if you are rich, you should help the world."

“The greatest warrior is one who serves his country and his people, dares to be the first in the world, and dares to die for the world.”

"To strengthen my body, I opened a school to teach boxing."

"The great cause is at hand, for the country and for the people."

“Don’t be arrogant and overbearing, but have the courage to not fear the powerful.”

"Don't be arrogant, and help when you see injustice."

“Don’t bully the weak; protect the weak from being bullied.”

"As a warrior, you should cultivate the righteousness of heaven and earth, build an indestructible body, forge a strong and unyielding spirit, and gather a chivalrous heart for the country and the people."

"If you are still a warrior, I will never begrudge the wishes of an old friend, and will do my best to help you escape from the cage and shackles."

"But you! In these eight hundred years, which one have you accomplished?"

"For more than eight hundred years, you have called yourself a 'god', and you have colluded with these despicable people, degenerating yourself into corruption, and watching the suffering of all living beings from a high position. How can you have the dignity to die under my fist?"

Having said that, Lu Wenwu leaned down and looked at Cao Xu with undisguised disgust in his eyes.

"Killing you will dirty my fists and insult my boxing skills."

As soon as he finished speaking, Cao Xu's eyes widened again, his chest suddenly raised up, and his eyeballs trembled at an abnormal speed.

The next second, a stream of blood suddenly gushed out of his mouth, and his body fell back at once, his life force disappearing instantly.

Anger attacks the heart, causing qi and blood to flow backwards, cutting off the heart meridians and causing death.

There is usually only one reason for this tragedy.

Betrayal.

At the last moment of his life, Lu Wenwu's words completely shattered the warrior's heart that was barely stuck together, not perfect at all, and not harmonious enough.

Cao Xu thought that he had burned everything and touched the end of human martial arts, and touched the supreme temple. Being able to peek at the scene through the crack in the door was enough to make him die without regrets.

Being able to die at the peak of his life at the hands of someone he once admired is an extremely romantic way to die, and it is the perfect ending to his life.

Unfortunately, not only did Lu Wenwu not give him this opportunity, but with just a few words he made his mood fall from great joy to great sorrow.

Big ups and downs, great sorrows and joys.

Cao Xu died here in such a cowardly way, in a way he least wanted to see.

The law of dream appeared in Lu Wenwu's eyes.

That special vision that divided heaven and earth into two worlds appeared before his eyes.

With just a thought, the face of the soul that had just emerged automatically due to the death of the physical body showed an extreme fear, as if it could sense that a disaster was about to happen to it.

But it doesn't make sense.

Cao Xu's soul shattered in a silent scream.

The fire of sin burned fiercely, igniting from every piece of soul fragment, completely burning it into nothingness.

It is not a virtual soul core composed of data, but a real soul!

Lu Wenwu watched all this expressionlessly, witnessing the last piece of debris being burned into nothingness. The whole process went so smoothly that nothing strange happened.

Cao Xu was completely dead, even his soul was wiped out, his death was extremely clean.

But Lu Wenwu could clearly feel that he was not completely dead on another level.

There is still an inexplicable force between this world, which records his soul data completely, just like the virtual digital soul core.

Maybe in the eyes of others, he is not really dead yet.

At least that's what Zulong, who was looking down through the crack, thought.

Chapter 430: Come out and trade, or I'll explode with you right away

This involves a classic moral and ethical issue that often appeared in infinite flow online novels in ancient times.

If the Lord God's resurrection is to create a clone who is exactly the same as the resurrected person, even the soul is the same, and has all the memories, then can the resurrected person be considered to be resurrected?

For the person who was resurrected, that probably didn't count.

But for others, it was the perfect resurrection.

It's like some classic hell joke.

Deceased: I have no objection.

Even after a person dies, his data will be recorded, so what exactly does this world want to do?

Lu Wenwu looked up at the sky.

In the special vision, everything appeared to be composed like numbers, and several bright souls appeared in the sight, which was very eye-catching.