The most melodramatic rebirth in history

Chapter 122 Flame Dragon Fire Crystal

The essence of a straight spear lies in distance! Only by mastering this sense of spatial distance can the power of the spear be brought to its fullest potential.

To achieve this, one must repeatedly practice and accumulate experience through real-world experience; merely talking about it on paper will ultimately lead to nothing.

"Bang!" The sound of explosion filled the air, and two figures coughing up blood were suddenly thrown out from the center of the powerful tearing air wave, one blood red and the other black.

"Thump, thump..." The man in purple, his hair disheveled, used the tip of his spear to scrape the ground, creating a cloud of dust more than ten meters high, before finally dissipating his momentum as he retreated.

"Good heavens!" At the other end, the condition of the enormous skeleton was almost the same. After regaining his balance, the withered skeleton blushed and thought to himself, "I'm getting old, I'm getting old!"

"Haha! The younger generation is truly formidable; who knows if those who come after us will not surpass us?"

"Pfft—" He spat out another mouthful of black blood. Seeing a purple figure charging towards him, the withered old man laughed excitedly and set off to meet it.

However, Feng Ling could vaguely sense a deep weariness in the other person's eyes.

"Boom!" The two left behind a series of chaotic deep grooves. Even though they were injured, they maintained a high frequency of intense fighting and kept shifting and adjusting to find the best fighting position in order to seize the initiative!
"Take this fireball!" The two were floating in the air, chasing each other along the rock wall at an astonishing speed. If there was any sudden situation, it would be difficult to defend themselves.

Unexpectedly, the withered white general suddenly turned around and roared at the man in purple, swiftly throwing a blazing red ball of violent energy from the top of his scepter.

If before, Ku Lao mostly admired and appreciated Feng Ling, now he is filled with resentment.

"Monster!" Ku Gu Bai cursed inwardly. Not only was the precision of the opponent's sudden attack astonishing, but the ability to predict the opponent's moves was also abnormally strong. The opponent could predict his next move in detail, making him flustered and forced to retreat repeatedly.

If it weren't for the old man's last flash of inspiration, cleverly reversing his usual actions to disrupt the opponent's anticipated rhythm, he probably would have been defeated long ago.

"Bang!" After running a short distance, the withered white general stopped and looked back at the pile of scorched earth filled with red light and black smoke, but there was nothing there!
When an unharmed figure leaped out from behind the black smoke, gun in hand, the withered white man's face turned extremely ugly. What he didn't know was that the purple-clad man was the one who was most skilled at using the reverse technique!
The fiery red rhomboid crystal remains dazzling...

"Hmm? Something's fishy!" After exchanging blows for a few rounds, Feng Ling stared intently at the black and white light flashing on his opponent's sternum and finally noticed something unusual.

The strange change in his chest seemed to be related to the Flame Dragon Fire Crystal on his head. In Feng Ling's understanding, even if it wasn't a vital part, it should still be some important part.

Feng Ling had already made up his mind. Taking advantage of the brief moment of truce, he carefully looked between the skull and chest of the skeleton.

This single action made the emaciated white-haired general, who was being stared at, feel inexplicably guilty and subconsciously retracted his claws and used his scepter to cover his sternum.

"Old man, I've found your weakness!" Upon seeing this action, the purple-clad man's lips curled into a smile.

Since the bleeding from the wound on his chest had stopped, Feng Ling didn't bother with it. He simply wiped the dried blood from the corner of his mouth and charged forward again.

The tip of the gun was aimed directly at the sternum, which was flashing black and white!
"How dare you!" The withered-bone white general was terrified, hastily protecting his sternum in a panic. This made his defense somewhat hampered, putting him in grave danger! Seeing the purple-clad man excitedly and relentlessly attacking his sternum, the withered-bone white general, while parrying, secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Then, looking down at him with disdain, he curled his lip, his panic gradually replaced by a ferocious expression…

The man in purple noticed all these subtle changes, and his heart was filled with joy.

With Feng Ling's vigilance, how could he be so foolish as to fall for it? The reason he still targeted the sternum for attack was actually to confuse the skeleton general and give him face by cooperating with him in a play!

"Break!" A powerful shout resounded through the skeleton's mind, and a divine spear suddenly changed direction, slamming into the fiery red mark on the skull's forehead.

Suddenly, everything turned upside down!

"Boom, boom boom...!" Four earth-shattering explosions followed, accompanied by howls and a pungent stench that swept in all directions. The lifeless, burning skeleton, still wreathed in flames, was blasted off the massive skeleton.

The skeleton armor... shattered!

"Ah~...!" Black energy surged and billowed within the red light, and violent energy burst forth from time to time, clearly indicating that it was very unstable!
The disgusting, rotten flesh that was rapidly being pulled back towards the sternum fell to the ground, and the entire body was writhing in excruciating pain, causing the withered white general's face to contort in a grotesque expression, and his mouth to continuously emit shrill roars.

"Damn it...! Stop it now!" Ku Gu Bai violently shook the scorching stone on his forehead, like a red-hot iron branding it, sparks and fragments flying everywhere. The purple-clad man frowned in shock.

"If you don't want to die, do as I say!" With bloodshot eyes and an extremely distorted face, Ku Gu Bai felt the scorching, unstable heat on his forehead, his heart pounding wildly with fear.

He gripped the long spear, which had turned from brown to a bewitching red, tightly in one hand...

"I'm bound by an unknown force!" Hearing the roars coming from the head opposite him, Feng Ling felt a chill in his heart. He tried to withdraw his hand, but he couldn't move it at all; it remained fixed on the outer layer of the head.

As soon as these words came out...

"Damn it! @#/+d..." Upon hearing this, the withered white general was no longer calm, and his last shred of hope was extinguished.

Once the Flame Dragon Fire Crystal explodes, the chances of the two surviving will be virtually zero. Even if Feng Tianjue were here, he would only be able to flee in panic!
The old man cursed inwardly, thinking that he had lived most of his life and was going to die such a pathetic death. However, when his gaze inadvertently fell on the young and pretty face opposite him, which was filled with embarrassment, he thought about it again and realized that it wasn't such a bad deal after all!

The main reason is that Bai Wu's life has been too difficult. After Shu Qiao's death, he no longer has much attachment to the hustle and bustle of this world.

Even if Feng Ling hadn't come to claim his life, he had originally planned to end his own life after this matter was settled!
Of course, he still has some lingering feelings, and these feelings have only arisen in the last few days.

"Alas...! Shu Qiao, I'm so sorry..." Sensing the approach of death, Bai Wu's eyes revealed a trace of pain, and two blurry female figures appeared in his mind, approaching from afar...

(End of this chapter)