Offering my divine power to break my karma

Ling originally thought that with only 2 soldiers on his side, he would be facing the enemy's invincible army of 10. At most, there would be two more wars, and then he would be left alone, and then this illusion would probably be broken.

As a result, when Zero thought this illusion was already very ridiculous, the illusion would do something even more ridiculous.

Another two hours of war ended, and just as Ling had expected, he was left alone.

After a war, more than 20,000 soldiers on our side were gloriously wiped out.

If the two-hour battle time had not been up, the surviving soldiers on both sides would have spontaneously headed back to their own camps, regardless of the battle situation.

Otherwise, Zero himself would also experience the feeling of being stabbed into a hornet's nest.

Of course, this is not the point. The point is that when the lone commander woke up from his sleep, he was shocked to find that the dead soldiers on his side, like the enemy, had all been resurrected. All, resurrected...

Looking at the group of familiar or unfamiliar faces hanging around him, Ling took a deep breath. After being shocked, confused and hopeless for a quarter of an hour, he calmly accepted this fucked-up arrangement of this broken illusion.

Just revive them. The enemy has resurrected so many times, you should have gotten used to it.

A new round of war began. Perhaps the two had developed a tacit understanding. As soon as they met, Ling and Fu Rongchuan avoided all the soldiers and found a deserted place to start fighting.

Although every fight ended in failure, Fu Rongchuan also perfectly demonstrated what it means to become stronger when facing a stronger opponent.

Whenever Ling felt that he had made progress and had a chance, Fu Rongchuan would use the Aoxue Spear, which Ling was very familiar with, to beat Ling down.

Fu Rongchuan seemed to be using his strength to tell Ling: Want to win? You’re dreaming, you little noob!

Zero: Fuck!

Zero, who had lost track of how many failures he had suffered, became more and more courageous as he faced more and more setbacks. Whenever the red tasseled spear in his hand broke, he would replace it with another one. By the end of the fight, Zero had devoted himself wholeheartedly to the battle.

I don't know how much time has passed? I don't know how many red tassel spears have been broken? I don't know how many times all the soldiers on Zero's side have died and resurrected?

Before being knocked down by Fu Rongchuan's gunshot again, Ling gritted his teeth, increased his body speed to the extreme, and quickly dodged Fu Rongchuan's attack. At the same time, the red tassel spear in his hand stabbed at the mask on Fu Rongchuan's face at an extremely tricky angle.

With a bang, Ling's entire body was knocked away by the Aoxue Spear in Fu Rongchuan's hand, and the Hongying Spear that Ling threw out just happened to cut through the mask that Ling had been thinking about for a long time.

The mask fell to the ground, and Ling, who was lying on the ground in a mess, raised his head with difficulty and looked at Fu Rongchuan who was not far away.

Unfortunately, after finally taking off the other person's mask, Fu Rongchuan was facing away from the light, so Ling still couldn't see the other person's appearance clearly.

Zero was exhausted, his eyes were dazed, and he would soon fall into coma.

I thought I had finally taken off the other person's mask but was about to fail. I didn't expect the footsteps to be getting closer and closer to me.

Before falling into coma, Zero saw the tall figure walking towards him and then slowly squatting down.

The next second, a pair of familiar eyes looked at Zero without any hesitation.

Before he completely fainted, there was only one sentence left in Zero's mind:

Holy shit! They look so alike!

……

When I opened my eyes again...

Uh, Zero blinked, closed his eyes, opened his eyes...

Looking at the lacquered scene all around him, Ling's eyes were dazed for a moment, but he quickly reacted.

Ling turned over and stood up quickly, looking around vigilantly.

Then, Ling met the eyes of Fu Rongchuan, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground not far away.

zero:"!"

"Master, respect?"

Zero called out tentatively.

Opposite him, a man who looked exactly like Qingyu but had a murderous and decisive temperament, completely different from the cold and indifferent Qingyu, raised his eyebrows.

"Are you Rongchuan's disciple?"

zero:"?"

Oh? This? What does it mean? Rongchuan's disciple?

Moreover, Rongchuan, are you so close?

"So, you are not General Fu Rongchuan."

Zero blinked, curious face.

"No."

The other party answered without hesitation.

zero:"."

After a few moments of silence, Ling bowed respectfully.

"I am Murong Ling from the Qingyun Sect. May I know who you are, senior?"

"Qingyun Sect..."

After hearing Ling's self-introduction, Fu Rongchuan did not reveal his true identity, but murmured the three words "Qingyun Sect" again, with a hint of nostalgia in his tone.

After a moment, Fu Rongchuan raised his head and looked straight into Ling's eyes, as if he could see through Ling's soul through her current outer shell of a bearded rough man.

Meeting Fu Rongchuan's eyes that seemed to see through everything, although Ling was a little surprised, he did not dodge or avoid it and let the other party look at him.

Looking at Ling's calm and composed look, Fu Rongchuan's eyes flashed with satisfaction, and on his face, which looked exactly like Qingyu, he forced a relieved smile.

"You have a solid foundation in spearmanship. Are you ready to treat the spear as your life-long magical weapon?"

Fu Rongchuan suddenly asked.

Hearing Fu Rongchuan's question, Ling's mind moved, and then he answered without hesitation.

"Of course. I am a spear cultivator, so I should treat the spear as my life weapon. I wonder if you have any advice for me, senior?"

"Well, very good. You have a great talent for marksmanship."

Fu Rongchuan seemed very satisfied with Ling's answer and spoke with appreciation.

"Thank you, senior."

Zero accepted the compliment respectfully and calmly.

"I have a set of gun techniques that are very suitable for you. Do you want to learn it?"

Zero: "Huh?"

"I will only demonstrate this shooting technique once. If you want to learn it, you must remember it well."

Zero: "Oh? This? Thank you, senior."

Although I was surprised, delighted, stunned and a little skeptical, I would be a fool not to take advantage of a good opportunity.

After fighting with the opponent for such a long time, Zero is very clear about how strong the opponent's marksmanship is. If Zero can learn marksmanship from this person, it will naturally be better than Zero figuring it out on his own.

Seeing Ling nodding stupidly, Fu Rongchuan stood up slowly, picked up the Aoxue gun beside him, and started to show off his shooting skills without giving Ling any time to prepare.

zero:"……"

The senior said that if you want to play with a gun, then play with a gun. It’s true, he is a man of temperament.

There was no time to think about anything else, Ling immediately focused on watching the opponent's every move.

Every move of the Aoxue Spear in Fu Rongchuan's hand seemed to contain the power of nature and the laws of heaven and earth, which made Ling fascinated.

This one-on-one teaching session only lasted half an hour, and Fu Rongchuan did not slow down just because he admired Ling's talent.

Half an hour later, Fu Rongchuan finished demonstrating his shooting skills, then put away the gun neatly, raised his eyes, and looked at Ling with a smile.

"Remember?"

zero:"."

Meeting Fu Rongchuan's half-smile, Ling closed his eyes, and every move that Fu Rongchuan had just demonstrated appeared clearly in his mind.

When he opened his eyes again, a look of determination flashed across his eyes. Ling took a deep breath, picked up the red tasseled spear in his hand, and slowly began to practice the spear according to Fu Rongchuan's moves in his mind.

At the beginning, although Ling's shooting skills were exactly the same as Fu Rongchuan's, his movements were very slow and a little stiff.

But as Zero practiced the shooting technique over and over again, his hands became faster and faster, and he became more and more skilled, and Zero himself was completely immersed in this mysterious shooting technique.

When Ling came back to his senses, a long time had passed. Ling put away his gun reluctantly, turned around, and looked at Fu Rongchuan not far away with excitement in his eyes.

Fu Rongchuan, who was sitting cross-legged in meditation, seemed to sense something. He opened his eyes and looked at Ling, speaking with appreciation.

"You are very good."

"Thank you, senior."

Zero thanked him respectfully and sincerely.

Fu Rongchuan nodded lightly and suddenly asked:

"Are you willing to inherit my spear skills?"

zero:"!"