chsdbacks Chapter 112 Jun Yan
Chapter 112 Jun Yan
Chapter 112 Jun Yan
The fog on the mountaintop was thicker than Lu Mingfei had imagined.
This made him realize that this is how fate works when it's against him.
At this moment, the white mist was like a heavy curtain, pressing down between heaven and earth.
Even the air itself creates resistance.
As Lu Mingfei stepped onto the last stretch of the mountain ridge, the rocks beneath his feet made a faint cracking sound, as if the mountain was rejecting him.
Then the mist began to swirl, and more than a dozen white mist tornadoes appeared on the mountain peak. Eventually, a large amount of mist condensed from it and fell onto the mountain peak, forming something that Lu Mingfei was familiar with.
Neutral ambush.
They stand loosely, as if they were randomly scattered, yet there is a certain order to it.
The entire body is covered in armor and stomach, as well as a helmet mask that looks very subtle and difficult to pull.
They were like an army that had emerged from a forgotten corner of history, each holding a longbow.
The bow had a dull luster, and the bowstring gleamed with a sharp light.
They don't shout, and they don't need anyone's command.
As long as Lu Mingfei appears, their task becomes very clear: nock the arrow and aim.
—A barrage of arrows.
Yes, a volley of arrows, damn it, that's incredibly abstract. When Lü Bu was killed by arrows, there were less than thirty soldiers shooting arrows at him, yet it was still a volley of arrows.
Now, in a world that is almost at a standstill, this is a jarring scene.
Raindrops condensed in the air, and the remaining mist, after condensing, resembled a frozen sea of clouds. Even the wind could be seen to be still in the rain.
But the arrow was still shot.
He was shot out the moment the bowstring was fully drawn, as if the cause and effect had been reversed.
Like... Gungnir?
What's going on? Odin has something to do with this? Damn it, wait till he finds Odin's true form.
Lu Mingfei brandished his sword, and Hentian instantly transformed into a halberd.
It's just some arrows; taking a few hits won't be a big problem and won't stop him from annihilating the neutral ambush troops on this mountain.
Then the arrow moved slowly through the air, gradually increasing in speed.
Lu Mingfei's eyes widened, his pupils contracted.
wrong!!!
In that instant, he realized that his prediction was wrong, and that his risky move was a mistake.
The volley of arrows is not limited by the number of people or the direction of aim. This attack is not a process, but a result. It's a fucking weak version of a divine gun.
This was a result preordained by fate, but it was triggered simply because he came here!
So this is basically a wide-area attack; there are already many arrows heading down the mountain!
"middle!!!!"
Lu Mingfei's eyes were bloodshot, and the burst of Hate Heaven Sword Technique reached a new level, making the arrows seem to fly even slower in his eyes.
So what? Is he going to gamble on whether he can kill all the ambushers in front of him in an instant, and then the arrows will turn into mist and disappear like flowing water?
Will not.
Perhaps he would have done so when he was younger.
After winning the battle in Shouchun, he looked up and saw a sky full of fiery meteors; perhaps he would still...
If you're fast enough and ruthless enough, you can do it, and you can change everything.
But later, during the Battle of Guandu, he was slapped to the ground and fell unconscious by fate. When he opened his eyes, he saw Yuan Shao with tears in his eyes saying that it was good that he was still alive.
He stood up and said it was nothing, my lord. As long as we're alive, we can always make a comeback. We're all still alive and well, and who knows what the future holds?
But Yuan Shao did not react.
Lu Mingfei then realized that he seemed to have aged decades in an instant.
His beard and hair were all white under the helmet, and his face was covered with wrinkles, as if the years had carved them into his face, but how long had it been?
But Yuan Shao seemed completely unconcerned and simply patted his head.
The movements were slow and gentle.
He spoke.
"Hold to the middle way."
Lu Mingfei felt a chill; he sensed something was amiss, but he only nodded subconsciously and spoke.
"I am here."
Yuan Shao simply looked into his eyes with a somewhat empty yet hopeful gaze and said...
"Promise me you will live."
He wanted to say something like, "Don't do that, the outcome is still uncertain," but when the words came out, only one word remained.
"it is good."
But the next second, Yuan Shao suddenly straightened up, took a deep breath, as if he had put everything into those words.
"Heaven helps Cao Cao, not Yuan Shao!!!"
Warm blood gushed from his mouth.
It smelled of rust and splashed onto Lu Mingfei's clothes.
The other person leaned forward and fell heavily into Lu Mingfei's arms.
Lu Mingfei caught the other person, but found that the body was terribly light, as if it had been empty inside all along.
His hands were trembling, and his ears were ringing, but Yuan Shao's last whispered words reached him precisely.
The other person shakily pulled a letter from his pocket. The envelope was worn and frayed, but Lu Mingfei recognized it immediately—it was a letter from Yuan Shu.
He had never read the contents of the document, but Yuan Shao shoved it into his hand, his fingers icy cold.
"Take it..."
'
His voice was so faint that it was almost inaudible, but Lu Mingfei could still hear it clearly.
"He only asked me for this one thing... to let you live... you must live..."
"7
he died.
He died under Lu Mingfei's gaze, just like Yuan Shu.
The Yuan brothers were Lu Mingfei's deepest nightmare; every time he recalled them, he felt as if his heart was being pierced.
But he just couldn't stop himself from remembering them.
He suffers from the pain of remembering and fears the pain of forgetting.
He was deeply afraid that anyone would die before his eyes as before.
But if they wanted to get back before the arrows reached them...
Can he do it?
Before he could even wonder, his body had already taken action. Lu Mingfei vanished from his spot in an instant, sparks flying from the air.
Regardless of whether it can be done or not, it must be done without a doubt.
Ling frowned as she watched the almost vertical rain of arrows falling.
Why was there a rain of arrows? And why was the density so exaggerated, and why were they falling vertically?
How were these released? Heavenly soldiers and generals?
Isn't this supposed to be the set of Dragon Raja? How did it turn into Journey to the West?
But there was no time left to continue the derivation.
As the arrow approached, the air changed; the pressure dropped, and the wind became turbulent.
The approaching rain of arrows was like death descending upon them. Although there was some shelter, they had no chance of withstanding such an attack.
She took a deep breath.
"Stand behind me."
Fang Meng wasn't being coy; after all, Lu Mingfei had just run out of a sonic boom, and it was hard to say what kind of energy was hidden in Zero's small body.
She doesn't need to act like an idiot, saying she wants to protect you while simultaneously holding you back.
She was curled up, hiding behind Ling's small body.
Zero raised his hands in Fang Meng's eyes.
Her movements were steady, and the rainwater slid down her fair, jade-like forearm, but was instantly vaporized by the high temperature.
The chanting has begun.
The sound wasn't loud or particularly resonant, but it had a sense of discipline; the syllables were precise and calm, like striking piano keys.
The air began to respond, and a hissing sound began to echo through the mountain path.
then.
heat.
The sudden increase in temperature began to spread from the center of the hands raised high.
The rainwater vaporized in mid-air, producing a series of fine and rapid popping sounds, as if countless bubbles were bursting at the same time.
The air was ignited, and the light began to distort.
No matter how strong one is, it can never compare to the most classic fireball technique, which makes people instantly aware of the change in the world.
This allowed a glimpse of the otherworld to be revealed to Fang Meng.