Those years when I made five scumbags cry

Something is not right.

Chu Yunfei realized this, the haze in his eyes dissipated, and his eyes became clear.

The one standing in front of him was not Di Yan's real person, nor was he dreaming after drinking too much, but what he saw was Di Yan's living soul.

If the living soul is separated from the body, then only when a person is about to die has a deep obsession, will he penetrate the distance of time and space and appear in front of the person he wants to see.

"Di Yan!" Chu Yunfei sat up all of a sudden, but Di Yan's figure in front of him had already started to dissipate.

With a sharp look in his eyes, he reached out to grab the silver-armored general who was gradually dissipating into countless light spots in front of him, and called him again: "Di Yan!"

It's just that the young general's figure was touched by him, and his disappearance was accelerated.

Just like this, Chu Yunfei watched helplessly as he suddenly disintegrated into countless light spots in front of him, scattered away from the thatched hut, and flew towards the dark sky.

A meteor flew across the sky, shining brightly in his eyes.

Chu Yunfei's hand was still in mid-air, his fingers were a little stiff, and the feeling that the mission was about to fail hit his heart.

"That's not right." He whispered, "There must be something wrong with this..."

Di Yan didn't deserve to die, at least he didn't deserve to die at this moment.

Chu Yunfei's eyes sank, no matter what happened, he couldn't let Di Yan die like this.

He quickly calculated with his fingers, and calculated Di Yan's location, which was indeed in Hanguan.

He got up from the bed, and pointed to Cheng Jian Lingkong to carve a few words on the wooden table, and then released his sword.

The long sword came out of its sheath, let out a buzzing sound, and became one with the boy in white.

The next moment, a beam of sword light shot out from the darkness, and flew towards the position he calculated faster than a meteor.

Yan Wang fief, Hanguan.

Since Di Yan's army was trapped here, it has been flanked by the armies of King Yan and King Zhao for three days and three nights, fighting to the last.

The sky was covered with dark clouds, covering the new moon, and there was a faint thunder from the clouds.

The electric snake flashed, illuminating the scene in the valley, only to see stumps and broken arms everywhere, regardless of enemy or friend, the corpses were all piled up in one place.

The sound of fighting from below was gradually weakening. King Yan stood on the top of the mountain, and King Zhao stood beside him.

When the two heard the sound of thunder and lightning, they both raised their heads and looked at the sky.

King Yan frowned, then looked away, and said calmly: "I didn't expect Di Yan to be so capable."

King Zhao glanced at him and said, "I saw him as a vanguard before, and he was following that ignorant waste under King Cheng's command. I never expected that our army would suffer so much here."

The ignorant waste he was talking about was Lin Ting who had been beheaded by King Yan before.

King Yan didn't say much. They had taken advantage of the right time and place to bring people into Hanguan. It is impossible to imagine how much it would do to them if Di Yan was replaced to command Xiao Lv's army. s damage.

Even if the two join forces, they may not be able to please him.

Fortunately, this person is just a pioneer, and he has no chance to become a coach in the future.

The two turned around, returned to the pavilion on the top of the mountain, and continued to have a drink.

This pass is like a bottomless pit. They filled in so many troops, and they couldn't drive out this team of only 300 people for three days and three nights.

But fortunately, Di Yan is also a human being, he is not a god, after all, his strength will be exhausted sometimes, and when he is exhausted, it is time for him to die.

The thunder is rumbling, and a heavy rain will soon be ushered in.

Di Yan could no longer hold the silver dragon gun in his hand, and the red tassel on it was soaked in blood, and could no longer stop the blood flowing from the enemy's body to his fingers.

The barrel of the gun slipped so hard that he couldn't hold it, and there were already many piercing arrow wounds on his body, and even the mask was taken off, so it couldn't hide his handsome face anymore.

Surrounded by the corpses of his own soldiers, they fought with him to the last moment, forming trenches with their bodies for their own generals.

The enemy soldiers kept rushing up, but Di Yan's marksmanship became more and more streamlined, and each shot was fast and ruthless.

As soon as possible, as simple as possible, he has already touched the threshold of the peak of martial arts.

As soon as it came out, it was picked, and the people who pounced on it were picked out one by one, and shot through the throat.

In the valley, lightning flashed again, illuminating his face.

Di Yan had already fought to the point that there was not a single soldier left, and he mechanically repeated such movements. Because of the excessive blood loss, he gradually felt exhausted and cold.

As the surrounding corpses piled up higher and higher, the soil under his feet was also soaked in blood. He closed his eyes and began to lose control of his body.

too tired.

He wanted to sleep.

These enemy soldiers looked at this handsome and fearsome silver-armored god of war like Shura.

He shot one by one, and stood here until the end.Obviously caught in their siege, but they filled in the lives of thousands of soldiers, none of them killed him.

The leading centurion raised a hand amidst the thunder, stopping the people behind him from attacking.

They stood cautiously a few steps away from Di Yan, held their breath, and looked at him.

As soon as their attack stopped, the person standing in the middle of the trench gradually lost his response. His knees bent and he knelt down on the ground.

He held his Silver Dragon Spear in his hand, his palm slipped due to the blood, and his body leaned forward again.

Everyone held their breath, watching the young man kneeling on the ground, losing his voice, his face couldn't help showing joy.

However, amidst the lightning, this bit of joy could not dilute the panic in their eyes——

he died?

When did he die?

Could it be that after he died, he continued to fight with them until now?

King Yan and King Zhao were in the pavilion and couldn't hear the movement below, so they looked at each other and said, "Finally dead?"

The messenger ran into the pavilion and reported the battle situation below. When the two heard that Di Yan was indeed dead, they saw regret in each other's eyes.

It's a pity that he persisted for a day and a night under their siege, and killed nearly a thousand of them. In the end, he still fell like this.

King Zhao said, "If he didn't follow Xiao Lu and die in this battle, then he should be famous all over the world after this battle."

Thunder rumbled across the sky, water droplets hit the pavilion with a soft sound, and then heavy rain poured down, covering the whole world in it.

Amidst the thunder and lightning, a blue light suddenly flashed across the sky!

This light came very quickly, and in the thunder and lightning, almost no one could find its trace.

Several soldiers who were going to clean up the battlefield also saw this light, and seeing it flying straight towards them, they thought it was thunder and lightning, and were shocked.

However, the lightning rushed towards the gate, and the light scattered in all directions, and a white figure landed beside the dead general in silver armor.

They looked at the white figure that descended suddenly, and were immediately drenched by the downpour.

The heavy rain connected the sky and the earth into a line. Chu Yunfei looked at the young man kneeling on the ground with his head bowed, and his eyes fell on his hand holding the silver dragon gun.

The white clothes on his body were quickly wet by the heavy rain, and his black hair was also soaked and stuck to his face.

He put his hand on the side of Di Yan's neck to feel his pulse.

The soldiers who had just relaxed became tense again, wondering who was this sudden appearance?

However, the other party didn't look at them at all, as if he only had this dead person in his eyes.

"Di Yan?" The thunder rumbled, overshadowing his voice, Chu Yunfei called his name, and the hand pressing the side of his neck trembled for a moment.

The young man didn't respond at all, his eyes were closed, and his face was calm, as if he could finally stop and rest after being tired for a long time.

However, his hand still held his gun so tightly, as if he was unwilling to die here, and wanted to stand up and fight again for the unfinished foundation of the king he was loyal to.

Thunder and rain, the battlefield piled up with dead bodies and the dead young general formed a tragic picture.

No, it shouldn't be like this.

Chu Yunfei withdrew his hand, and there was a bifurcation in history here, which he did not expect, and it was also an irreversible bifurcation.

After a brief hesitation, the soldiers approached tentatively.

The sound of their footsteps was drowned out by the heavy rain falling on the ground.

His mission failed, Chu Yunfei thought, looking at the person in front of him, he couldn't accept this reality for a while.

The past suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, some fragments were from more than 300 years ago, and some fragments were more than 300 years later.

The icy rain slapped on his face, and he was a little confused thinking that he had obviously formatted these feelings, how could it still hurt so much when he thought about it at this moment?

He stretched out his hand and grabbed Di Yan's hand. He heard those people approaching amidst the thunder, and asked, "Who are you?"

Chu Yunfei completely ignored them and only held Di Yan's warm hand.

"It shouldn't be like this." He said, his voice was covered by the heavy rain, "You shouldn't die here."

As he spoke, he put his transverse veins on Di Yan's wrist, trying to pass the pure spiritual power across.

However, the spiritual power circuits were not connected. Chu Yunfei only remembered at this moment that the person kneeling beside him was just a mortal at the moment, unlike the ghost king who was in charge of a fief under Yan Jun's seat more than 300 years later.

He actually made such a low-level mistake, trying to inject spiritual power into a mortal like this, Chu Yunfei could almost imagine how his master, the Lord of Kunlun, would laugh at him if he was here.

He is mortal, of course he will die.

He is a mortal, how could he have spiritual power in his body, and how could he form a spiritual power circuit?

So he had no choice but to put out his hand to hold Di Yan's face.

The heavy rain kept falling, washing away the blood stains on this young and handsome face, revealing the moist skin underneath.

He leaned over and kissed his lips, slowly injecting spiritual power from his lips into his body.

However, these spiritual powers are like mud cows sinking into the sea, unable to bring any response.

Those soldiers looked at the scene in the rain and saw this man's movements, feeling a sense of fear in their hearts.

They had already seen that the visitor was a very beautiful girl, and she didn't seem to have any sense of threat, but on such a rainy night, at such a season, "she" dared to appear on such a battlefield, which was enough to show that "she" was not an ordinary person.

Chu Yunfei's spiritual power was useless, he reached out and touched a broken arrow behind Di Yan, and then pulled it out forcefully.

Under the electric light, he opened his eyes and saw the faint blue color on the broken arrow, obviously poisonous.

He left Di Yan's lips and stared at the Broken Arrow, they were determined to kill him.

Apparently King Yan also knew that if Di Yan was allowed to go out alive this time, he would become a formidable enemy in the future and would become a serious disaster.

They are so deliberate to kill a person, Di Yan fought hard here for three days and three nights, which is already the limit.

He can't escape this dead situation, all he can do is to let the living soul leave the body and see the person he wants to see for the last time.

Chu Yunfei put down his hand, and Di Yan's palm slipped from his palm.

His fingertips lit up with a slight light, and everyone watched the strange light flowing from the fingertips of the girl in white, constructing characters they didn't recognize in the air, and their hearts rose to their throats.

But halfway through the painting, "her" stopped moving.

This kind of thing beyond the imagination of ordinary people made everyone want to retreat, but Chu Yunfei remained where he was.

He just realized one thing: he can no longer use the life extension spell.

He has already used this life extension spell on his sister once, and there is no chance for him to use it on Di Yan a second time.

He has no chance.