Heroes of the Fantasy World

Chapter 642: The Battlefield

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——When a person is about to die, will the world in their eyes become like this?

The blue sea began to fade, subtly putting on new clothes, the green bamboos became shapeless, and the abstract blocks of color peeled off piece by piece like the mottled bark of an ancient tree, until only darkness was left.

——Pure darkness.

Everything was silent, and the soul seemed to have left the body and was wandering around. The boundary between the sky and the earth was more blurred than ever before, and everything in the world was pressed together, getting smaller and smaller.
Eventually it becomes a small dot.

——That’s me.

When I regained self-awareness, the sounds and lights that should have disappeared filled my body again in an instant. They were gifts from the world.

"you're awake."

"Am I not in the bamboo forest?"

"I saved you, Runetao."

"You are?! Sima Tu!!!"

His broken body could not bear the weight, and Fu Wentao lay on the sickbed unable to move.

"I know everything about you, your master, your broken arm, your lover, I know everything. You are a loyal dog who is willing to give up everything for your master, but it's a pity that when you first thought of doing something for yourself, you still couldn't let go of the ties you had in the past."

The old Taoist priest who looks like a goat has sharp eyes and eyebrows, and his expression does not show his emotions.

"This wonderful mechanism left by the predecessor 'Kai Yangzi' is just right for your lost arm, so use it first."

"Why help me?"

The Taoist said: "Because you are a pitiful person, what I want is no different from what Master Fu wants. We both hope that Murong Yan can be safe and sound. Unlike Bai Feng, who, for the sake of his arrogant thoughts, did not hesitate to bring everyone around him to death, including you."

——You have been deceived.

——What Bai Feng did was just to satisfy the desire to kill in his heart.

——Only you can protect Murong Yan safely.

Sima Tu hadn't opened his mouth yet, but the bewitching voice lingered in his mind, and continued until the day of the decisive battle.

"What?!" Fu Wentao was still thinking about what Sima Tu had said to him, but what he saw before him was completely different from what he remembered.

There were more than a dozen surviving Taoists lying where Bai Feng passed by. They were just unable to move due to injuries, and some of their limbs were still intact.

"You didn't kill them?" Fu Wentao asked.

Bai Feng chose an open place to stop, and looked back and said: "They all agreed to leave Jinyang. If they continue to be stubborn, I will definitely not spare their lives."

"Uncle Kaiyang, save me!" A Taoist priest crawled to Fu Wentao's feet and begged bitterly.

Bai Feng joked, "It seems that not all cultivators are honest." Before he finished speaking, Fu Wentao stomped the man's hand on the ground and shouted angrily, "Shut up, useless thing!"

After saying that, he thrust his sword into his fellow disciple without hesitation. The cries for help stopped, and the Taiping Daoists who had wanted to come over and stand on Fu Wentao's side also gave up struggling.

Bai Feng said: "Fu Wentao, you are still as irritable as before."

"What about you? You are still a liar who only uses Miss Murong to achieve your own goals." Fu Wentao turned the mechanism on the hilt, and the Dragon Bone Sword suddenly turned into a whip and stretched out to entangle Bai Feng's Longming Sword: "Die!"

Bai Feng had no intention of breaking free and chose to let Fu Wentao's force pull her closer. She then quickly turned her wrist, using the sword blade to create a little space for her to break free. She then leaped lightly, bypassing Fu Wentao's front, turned around and pointed her sword, which landed right on Fu Wentao's shoulder.

Bai Feng's flying figure like a light phoenix and her superb swordsmanship were beyond Fu Wentao's expectations. Bai Feng was very confident, but this confidence was not revealed on the surface. Instead, it was hidden in her behavior of holding back in every move and showing mercy in every strike. Under normal circumstances, she would only do such a thing when her strength completely crushed her opponent.

"What are you doing? Why don't you just chop my neck?" Fu Wentao said viciously, "You still want to continue to deceive me, you murderer! How many Taiping Daoists have died at your hands? Now you want to pretend to be merciful and kind?"

Bai Feng stood behind Fu Wentao, gently moved the sword away, and said: "You are my friend, I will not kill you, I want to save you, I guess you must have believed some slander, so you have become like this."

Bai Feng slowly walked in front of Fu Wentao, her tone calm, it was hard to tell whether she was happy or angry: "At first, I knew that the Taiping Dao were indeed ruthless, but later I realized that we are all miserable people, so I chose to give you another way to live. The person who told me this was also like you, who was driven crazy by the Taiping Dao and was given the name 'Crazy Blade'."

“Haha, what crazy knife? It’s all an excuse.” Fu Wentao said, “I know exactly what I’m doing. If you don’t want to kill me, don’t pray that I will hold back!”

Fu Wentao dropped his sword, took out a pair of fist blades from his back and put them on, then took a mysterious medicine pill and began to flare up: "I died once, I know what it feels like, so cold, so lonely, why am I the only one like this! What on earth was my sacrifice for?! Ahhhh!!!"

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The pupil disappeared.

Human hands were originally used to shake hands and hug people, but once they become steel weapons, all that is left is an endless desire to kill.

"Here it comes!" Bai Feng dodged the attack like a giant bear, then jumped into the Taoist temple from the window, intending to use the complex terrain to trap the insane Fu Wentao.

As expected, Fu Wentao rushed into the house, and for a moment he could not see Bai Feng, and looked around in confusion. But in a moment, he became crazy again, smashing and banging around. Bai Feng saw the opportunity, detoured to the second floor, and dropped from the sky, with a sword out of his hand, pointing directly at Fu Wentao's forehead. Fu Wentao swung his fist blade and hit Bai Feng back to the second floor!

"With such a huge disparity in power, is it really true that we can only wait until he is exhausted?"

Bai Feng's thoughts were fruitless, and she suddenly felt the earth shaking. She looked closely and saw Fu Wentao punching the pillars on the second floor of the house. After a few hits, the pillars were shaking. Bai Feng had to leave through the second floor window and go to another room.

Fu Wentao rushed over like a bull, smashing through the walls and railings, and chased Bai Feng, shouting, "What's the use of a sword? It's just a piece of rotten iron in front of me!"

Bai Feng escaped again, and Fu Wentao continued to chase him. During this period, three or five more houses were demolished and destroyed.

There were sounds of collapse from several buildings in succession. The Taoist temple was filled with dust and wailing. Many Taiping Taoist monks who had not yet escaped were trapped under the wreckage of the buildings and could not move.

Bai Feng had no good idea at the moment and could only distract the enemy. He took advantage of the dust to hide inside and rest for a while.

"Master Bai, come this way!"

Bai Feng looked in the direction of the voice and saw Tong Yun suddenly appear next to the collapsed wall. It turned out that Fu Wentao had just broken the outer wall of the Taoist temple.

"That guy has gone crazy. It's best for us to leave. We can discuss how to deal with him later!" Tong Yun was extremely anxious and waved his hand quickly to Bai Feng: "Master Bai, hurry up!"

Bai Feng came to Tong Yun and said to himself unhappily, "I will definitely save him."

The two men walked over the broken walls and came outside, heading in the direction of the dust.