FVN Chapter 47 Erlang, you've grown up!
Chapter 47 Erlang, you've grown up!
next second.
The two moved at the same time.
The yellow earth beneath Gu Xuan's feet suddenly exploded.
He transformed into a streak of light enveloped in the frost-gold spear's gleam, charging straight out with an overwhelming, all-destroying force.
A hundred feet away, Yang Jian also suddenly rose up.
A blood-stained silver robe fluttered in the gale.
On the three-pointed double-edged sword in his hand, the heaven-defying spear intent and the silver-white blade light intertwined and swirled wildly.
Two figures, like two shooting stars streaking across the river of time, tore through the void and collided with a deafening roar.
"boom--!!!"
A deafening explosion ripped through the air.
The terrifying shockwave, like a tsunami, instantly swept across an area of thousands of miles.
The earth cracked violently, and distant mountains collapsed layer by layer under the force of this shockwave.
A cloud of yellow sand rose hundreds of feet high, blotting out the sun and completely engulfing the two of them.
Two terrifying spear intents unleashed a primal and frenzied struggle in mid-air.
One layer of frost is gold, the other is silver and white.
One segment of the sky, one defying the heavens.
At this moment, it was as if they were two mortal enemies, each biting the other's throat tightly, refusing to give an inch!
Gu Xuan gripped the Heaven-Shaking Spear tightly, the violent recoil force surging into his body along the spear shaft.
On his right arm, the crimson gold patterns burned wildly like boiling magma.
On the other side, Yang Jian also gritted his teeth tightly.
The Jade Purity power within his body surged into the blade like a flood bursting its banks.
In his bloodshot eyes, the silver light flickered violently, as if it might shatter completely at any moment.
The two remained locked in a stalemate in mid-air, neither taking a single step back.
time......
It was as if everything had frozen in that moment.
Just then.
Gu Xuan's right hand acted strangely, erupting once again without warning!
That stubborn resistance was more intense and resolute than ever before!
Gu Xuan gritted his teeth, his face contorted in a grimace.
His left hand pressed down on his right arm like an iron clamp, and the crimson gold patterns suddenly burst forth with a dazzling blood-red light, attempting to suppress it once again.
at the same time--
Yang Jian saw this scene clearly.
"Click."
Yang Jian's eye sockets instantly ruptured.
Crimson blood mixed with scalding tears flowed unimpeded down his cheeks and into the corners of his eyes.
A hoarse, broken roar, suppressed for hundreds of years, resounded throughout the entire battlefield.
"Big brother—!!!"
"Why—"
"Aren't you awake yet?!"
The sound was heart-wrenching!
It exudes endless resentment and grievance!
as well as......
A desire that transcends the cycle of life and death.
The instant that blood-curdling roar was uttered—
Deep within Gu Xuan's sea of consciousness, the "Hundred Generations of True Spirits Diagram" erupted with an unprecedentedly violent tremor.
Page two of the scroll.
The black-clad youth had already turned around, his eyes filled with an intense, unyielding resentment...
Looking through Gu Xuan's gaze at Yang Jian, who was dressed in a silver robe, his body trembled slightly.
then......
She slowly closed her scarlet eyes.
corner of the eye...
A single, glistening tear silently slid down.
"Click—"
A very faint cracking sound.
It resonated deep within Gu Xuan's soul.
Memories sealed away at the end of time and locked away by reincarnation flooded into my mind like a burst dam.
……
The sunlight was lovely in the courtyard.
It was warm and cozy, with the scent of earth and grass.
A four- or five-year-old child, with delicate features, was hugging his leg.
The child looked up, his dark, grape-like eyes shining like stars in the sky.
"Big brother, when can you teach me your marksmanship?"
He squatted down and, with somewhat clumsy but extremely gentle movements, patted the child's head, smiling as he said, "When you're a little older, focus on building up your strength first."
The child puffed out his cheeks defiantly, looking like a little dumpling that had been upset.
He couldn't help but laugh out loud.
He raised his hand and gently flicked the child's forehead.
The child covered his forehead and cried out, "Ouch!"
Then he grinned and started laughing like an idiot, just like him.
The sunlight quietly spilled into the courtyard and onto the two of them.
……
The flames roared and the shouts of battle shook the heavens.
One hundred thousand heavenly soldiers descended from the sky, surrounding the mansion like a net spread across the heavens.
He stood at the forefront, and the iron spear in his hand already showed many cracks.
His body was covered in countless wounds, some so deep that the bone was visible.
Blood dripped continuously from the tattered robes, pooling at the feet into a horrifying bloodstain.
Behind me, I could hear my younger sister's heart-wrenching cries.
There was also a small, thin figure of Erlang with his arms outstretched, desperately protecting his little sister, trembling with fear.
He took a deep breath of the scorching air, thick with the pungent smell of blood.
Turning back to the two of them, she forced out what she thought was the most reassuring smile.
"Erlang, don't be afraid."
Erlang cried and shook his head desperately, trying to rush over to help him.
He glared at Erlang, his voice unusually stern: "Protect your little sister!"
Then......
He turned around, raised his iron spear again, and pointed it at the countless indifferent and ruthless immortals and gods high above.
Step by step...
He walked through the pool of blood toward those beasts.
As long as he's still standing, as long as he has a breath left.
Those arrogant beasts will never touch a hair on Erlang and Xiaomei's head!
……
"Pfft."
The cold spear pierced his chest mercilessly.
Blood gushed out, taking away the last bit of life from the body.
My vision began to blur and dim.
He used his last bit of strength to lean on his gun, trying to keep himself from falling into a pool of blood.
"I'm not reconciled!"
"I hate it so much!"
"Erlang, little sister..."
He turned his head away.
Watching the two small figures who had escaped the encirclement and were desperately running into the distance.
Halfway there, Erlang turned around, his face covered in tears, and cried out "Big Brother" in a heart-wrenching voice.
He wanted to raise his hand and wave in response one more time.
But his fingers only twitched slightly.
final......
It drooped down limply.
I'm sorry, Erlang.
big brother...
That's all I can do for you.
He tried to force a smile, attempting to put on a respectable one.
My vision began to go completely black.
The sky, a sea of fire, countless gods and immortals, and the piercing shouts of battle...
Everything is fading away rapidly.
Only those two small figures, in the deepest part of his vision, grew farther and farther away, becoming increasingly blurry.
The last thing I heard...
It was the sound of his own broken body crashing heavily to the ground.
"Thump."
……
"Thump—!"
It felt as if my heart had been struck hard by a giant hammer.
Gu Xuan suddenly opened his eyes.
I felt a tightness in my throat, as if a hand was gripping it tightly.
Deep inside his eyes, it felt as if magma was churning and surging wildly.
Before them, a three-pointed, double-edged sword, gleaming with a chilling light and carrying a sharp, silvery-white blade aura, thrust straight towards them.
The tip of the knife was less than three feet away from his vital chest.
Gu Xuan's gaze, however, pierced through the blade's edge and landed on the face behind the blade.
That one...
His youthful naiveté has faded, replaced by a cold and resolute expression.
That one...
His eyes were red and blurred with tears, his face contorted with suppressed emotions.
Gu Xuan's throat bobbed violently.
He slowly raised his left hand, ignoring the sharp blade in front of his chest.
He reached out towards that face.
His voice trembled and was hoarse, yet it conveyed a sense of relief that he couldn't hide.
"Jiro..."
"You've grown up."