Infinite Sims

Chapter 95

The sky is raining arrows.

In an instant, most of the horses were covered with arrows and fell into a pool of blood.

Only ordinary arrows were shot from above the valley.

The sharpshooters in the innate realm seemed to be prepared to take advantage of the interval between their archery and go up the mountain wall, so they did not shoot.

Relying on the skills honed from the battlefield, everyone in the Killing Moon Army can fend off arrows.

But manpower always runs out.

When most of his internal strength and strength were consumed by the nearly endless arrow rain, casualties occurred immediately, one after another fell to the ground with arrows, and instantly turned into "hedgehogs".

"It's really powerless!"

Jiang Ren, who is a long stick, can only watch the surroundings helplessly.

This powerlessness did not refer to the Killing Moon Army around him who was in a desperate situation, but himself.

The perspective of weapons is novel and safe, but compared to a person, there are too few things that can be done, and it is impossible to even decide one's own destination and path.

At this moment, he is in the hands of Wuchen.

It turned into countless blackened afterimages, like an airtight shield, covering several soldiers and jujube horses in it.

Because Yan Huo dealing with these arrows is not only useless, but also accelerates the consumption of infuriating energy, so Wu Chen did not call out the fire in the stick.

"Commander!"

There was a sudden commotion in the distance.

While Wuchen tried his best to maintain the shield, he looked in the direction of the sound.

At a glance, he saw that Zhou Xiaozhi had fallen from the horse, with several arrows stuck in his body, one of which just passed through his left chest.

There are several people around, waving weapons vigorously, helping him resist the arrows that keep falling.

One of them was even more distressed, constantly reciting words such as "If it wasn't to protect me, the commander would not have been hit by an arrow".

"I'm sorry, I hurt you..."

When he was dying, Zhou Xiaozhi didn't blame that person, otherwise he wouldn't have given up his life to save him just now.

He just hates.

Hate your powerlessness, hate your cowardice, hate your innocence
"Commander!"

"Commander, didn't you say you wouldn't let us make meaningless sacrifices?"

"You stand up for me, your promise to us has not been fulfilled!"

"Da Yuegui, pay for our commander's life!"

"Even if we die, we will turn into savage ghosts and kill all of you Da Yue."

Zhou Xiaozhi did not hold the arrow in his chest, and his death immediately attracted a great reaction.

The morale of the Killing Moon Army, whose morale was gradually declining, broke out again with fearless morale, and went all the way up the mountain wall.

This included the few weaker martial artists under the protection of Wuchen, as well as Lian Shaofeng, the youngest in the Moon Killing Army.

"Why did it become like this?"

Wuchen didn't move, he only felt an inexplicable emotion emerge from the bottom of his heart.

It was a little painful, a little uncomfortable, as if I couldn't breathe, as if I had lost something very important.

"The turtle in the urn still wants to escape?"

Huyanhan let out a disdainful laugh and said sternly: "Kill me! Not a single one!"

Brush brush!
On both sides of the valley, more archers emerged.

The arrows in the hands of these people have also been changed. The arrows are all tied with flammable materials, and there are special people next to them who hold torches and are responsible for igniting the arrows that are about to be fired.

At the same time, at this interval, another strong man with a strong body sprinkled with kerosene.

A lot of kerosene went down the mountain wall, causing many of the Killing Moon soldiers to slip and fall back into the valley.

And more kerosene fell directly on the soldiers of the Moon Killing Army.

When the first rocket ignited the kerosene.

The flames rose and spread rapidly, covering most of the people in the valley.

After losing a lot of cover, those innate masters also fell back into the valley under the threat of innate marksman. Many people were hit by several sharp arrows that could penetrate the monument, and their life and death were unknown.

in a short period of time.

In the successive screams, the snow-white valley was dyed two distinct reds.

The blood of the human body is red, bright red.

Seeing this scene, Wuchen shook his head.

Chilling!
The jujube red horse who had been with him for a long time fell to the ground with several arrows in his body.

"Master Horse!"

Wuchen shouted loudly, feeling that he had lost something again.

However, he only saw the nostalgia for him and the world in the eyes of the jujube red horse, and then his eyes gradually lost their luster.

His heart was even more uncomfortable, and he felt that something was breaking out of the ground.

"Big Brother Wuchen..."

From the flames that dissipated on the side, there was a faint sound.

Wuchen's ears moved slightly, waving the arrows that flew with the fire stick, and quickly found the person who made the sound.

A scorched black man who was burned by flames and could not see his appearance.

Although he could no longer see his face, and even his voice was hoarse and unfamiliar, Wuchen knew that this person with a little breath was Lian Shaofeng, and only he would call himself that.

"I'm sorry...it..."

Lian Shaofeng's fingers moved slightly, and a weak voice came out of his mouth.

Wuchen was silent, he knew that this "it" of Lian Shaofeng was not anyone in the valley, because he didn't feel sorry for them.

The "it", or "she" in Lian Shaofeng's mouth, should refer to the childhood sweetheart with whom he had a marriage contract.

"why?"

"Why did it become like this?"

Once again, Wuchen questioned his heart.

Obviously everything was fine before; obviously he made countless illustrious achievements; obviously even if he was taken away from many victories, he never thought of resisting anything.

But why is it still like this?

Wuchen is like a madman, and the long stick in his hand is constantly waving, protecting people who may still be alive.

I don't know when.

The arrow rain stopped.

In this snow-covered valley, the kilometer-long road is full of blood and charred bones, as well as arrows in excess of [-].

Under the almost endless rain of arrows just now, even the innate masters were on the spot.

But there is one more person.

One more person never died.

Wuchen knelt on the ground covered in blood, with dozens of arrows stuck in his body, and seemed to have lost his strength, but because he firmly held a black stick, he did not fall down.

"why?"

Wuchen lowered his head and muttered to himself with his eyes blank.

At this moment, his life was running out, and he should have died a long time ago, but he didn't.

Jiang Ren sighed.

In this situation, the only thing he can do is to treat Wuchen's injuries.

But after witnessing the deaths of former comrades-in-arms in front of him, Wuchen not only closed his heart, but even closed his consciousness and body.

This made Jiang Ren unable to contact him through consciousness, let alone treat him.

above the valley.

The quick-hearing attendant heard Wuchen's voice and informed Huyanhan of those words.

"Why? Why did you end up in this situation?"

Huyanhan couldn't help laughing and said, "For the sake of your ability to live up to now, I will tell you with great compassion, because your goals and vision are too small, and you only know a small Xuemenguan. And my Huyanhan's goal is the whole country!"

"too small?"

Wuchen raised his head to look at Huyanhan and repeated his words.

"Since you already know, then you can also die."

Huyanhan smiled proudly, and then said to the attendant beside him: "Bring the bow!"

Followers quickly deliver a strong bow and a quiver.

Huyanhan picked up a strong bow, drew an arrow and placed it on the bow, aiming at Wuchen, who fell into an unconscious state again, and said, "There will be no Moon Killing Army in this world!"

Arrows cut through the air.

Point straight to the dust-free chest.

clang!
Wuchen swept away with a stick and shot down the arrow that he was determined to win this time.

Immediately, he stood up trembling with his stick, cut it off abruptly, pulled out the arrow from his body, looked at the stick in his hand and said earnestly: "Stand benefactor, this little monk wants to break the precept of killing today, I wonder if you can help me!"

Blood continued to flow out of the wound, but Wuchen did not show the slightest pain.

Dust free is very clear.

The reason why he is alive is because of Du'erfa, who made a breakthrough at an unknown time.

It turned its own wisp of innate true qi into the energy of Efa, forcibly hanging its last shreds of vitality.

But if you want to repair your body, or even do more things, you need the consent of the benefactor who has been with him for a long time.

"Yeah~"

Jiang Ren replied.

Looking at the dust-free at this moment, he knew that this dust-free was no longer the original dust-free.

As for better or worse?

Jiang Ren didn't know what others thought, but he felt that this change was a positive development.

"Spoiler!"

Seeing that the first arrow didn't work, Huyanhan didn't shoot the second arrow anymore. He threw the longbow to his entourage, and pointed to an innate marksman in the distance: "You, kill him for me!"

He has a very clear understanding of himself.

Martial arts archery is ordinary. If the second arrow is blocked again, it will affect his majesty among his subordinates. Instead, it is better to directly order others to solve it.

The innate archer nodded, took out an arrow, and bent the bow to shoot.

The arrow made a burst of sound.

Fly like lightning into the valley below.

clang!
Wuchen blocked the arrow again, and a faint blue flame ignited from the flame stick.

In a short period of time, his damaged flesh and viscera recovered completely, and the refilled Innate True Qi also became more tyrannical and domineering under the influence of that wisp of Du'er Qi.

Wuchen's legs were slightly bent, and his eyes were fixed on Huyanhan above.

"Are you a monk?"

Seeing the flames on the dust-free stick, Huyanhan was startled at first, and then became greedy again: "How can a cultivator fall into such a state, so that your stick is a treasure?"

Just as he was about to order to shoot Wuchen to retrieve the treasure, he heard a "boom".

I saw that the man below was like an arrow from the string, and instantly jumped to the mountain wall several feet high. In just a few breaths, he escaped the arrows shot by several innate marksmen and came to him.

"Protect the General!"

The entourage next to Huyanhan shouted quickly.

In an instant, several arrows with roaring sounds shot at Wuchen.

clang!clang!clang!
The arrows were ruthlessly stopped by the fire stick.

Wuchen looked at Huyanhan who was slumped on the ground because of fear, and said softly, "Don't worry about the benefactor, the little monk will save your life to the end!"

Then, the long stick swept away.

"what!"

Huyanhan let out a scream.

His legs were instantly broken and bloody, as if they had been abolished.

"Kill that fucker!"

"If the general dies, none of us will survive!"

"Protect the general! Kill that fucker!"

The people around the big moon suddenly rushed to the crown canthus, and they pulled out their weapons to kill Wuchen.

Because Huyanhan was right next to him, no one dared to shoot arrows, even those innate archers put down their strong bows at this time and went up with weapons.

Facing the sound of countless rushing and killing.

Wuchen looked compassionate, like a reincarnated Buddha, waving the long stick in his hand.

The closest entourage to the side was swept upside down and flew out.

Ji Gu fell deeply into his body, plunged into his heart, and he was dead the moment he landed, his face still full of confusion.

"Just let me help you!"

Jiang Ren looked at the spot of blood energy in front of him and quickly incorporated it into his body.

This was the first time in more than three years that he had seen a spot of blood energy.

Just now, in order to help Wuchen heal his wounds, most of the energy left in his body has been consumed, and it must be replenished.

Although Wuchen's strength is much stronger, but facing the siege of several innate masters and the siege of hundreds of elite soldiers by himself, there is no possibility of victory at all.

But with your own help, that's not necessarily the case.

The killing is in progress!

The Da Yue soldiers who had appeared as hunters before, all turned into prey at this time, and died one by one under the dust-free stick and under Jiang Ren's body.

A quarter of an hour later, the two sides of the valley seemed to have turned into hell on earth.

Below the valley were hundreds of corpses that had been burnt to black, and above the valley were thousands of stumps that had been beaten to pieces by fire sticks.

On a pile of flesh and blood.

Wuchen was standing with blood all over his body, his expression full of compassion.

It was as if he didn't do everything around him, he was just a monk passing by by chance, and he couldn't help feeling pity when he saw this scene.

"Amitabha."

Wuchen chanted the Buddha's name and looked back at the only living person other than himself.

- Huyanhan.

"Demon! You monster! Don't come here..."

Huyanhan looked at Wuchen who was approaching him with fear, resisting the pain on his legs, supporting his body with both hands and backing away.

Suddenly, he felt a hand fall in the empty space, and he lost his balance instantly and fell backwards.

It turned out that he had retreated to the edge.

With a scream, Huyanhan completely disappeared in the valley.

Wuchen silently walked to the edge.

Huyanhan seemed to have hit a raised rock when he fell, starting from his abdomen, his lower body exploded most of the time, and he couldn't die any longer.

"Fortunately the head is still intact."

Wuchen jumped into the valley and started to pile the bodies of all his comrades and horses together.

Jiang Ren watched silently without making a sound.

"The little monk will take you back."

Wuchen looked at the baggage that was concealed in front of him, which contained the military cards of all his comrades in arms, each of which had a familiar name engraved on it.

320 for four.

One is not much, and one is not much.

"fire!"

Wuchen waved out the fire stick, and a flame flew out and landed on the corpse pile.

The fire that cannot burn concrete things burns more and more like the nature of change.

"One more person!"

Wuchen tightened the burden full of military cards on his back, and the wooden box in his hand that was slightly larger than his head, and turned around to look in the direction of Xuemenguan.

call!
Under the whistling snow.

Wuchen rode a high-headed horse from the Great Moon Kingdom and disappeared into the vast snowfield.

After a long time, an old sigh sounded from the valley.

"In less than a year, I have cultivated a ray of evil spirit, which should be a gratifying thing, but it's a shame that the magic weapon is obsessed."

　(95/96 are two-in-one chapters)

　　Thanks for the reward of [Shun Burning and Reverse Road]~
　　Thank you for the reward of [cruising the mountains and waters and encountering troublesome people]~
　　Thank you fruit!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)