Transmigration begins with archery training

"This fire?!"

His pupils showed astonishment, and he withdrew his hand and dodged almost as soon as the crimson flames ignited.

Even so, the fist was ignited.

The eerie and terrifying flames seemed capable of devouring everything. Upon contact with the skin, they spread across the fist at an incredible speed, leaving no trace of pain. Whether it was flesh or bone, everything was reduced to ashes. Then, the flames rapidly spread to the forearm, followed by the upper arm, shoulder, and eventually the entire body.

One breath at most!

One breath.

He will perish in these flames!

"Click——"

Between the lightning and flint.

Yuwen Jingwen pulled and tightened the chains, severing the entire arm at the elbow joint, separating it just before the crimson flames continued to engulf it.

"pat-"

His arm fell onto the snow and quickly turned to ashes in the flames. The surrounding snow and ice, which had been lying for several feet, melted into a puddle. Blood dripped continuously from Yuwen Jingwen's severed arm, turning the puddle red.

"Brother, let me lend you a hand."

On the nearby slope, a figure that had been lying in wait for a long time emerged. It was Cao Zhi, wearing a cloak. His hands were forming a mudra, and spiritual light flowed and magic power surged.

At Yuwen Jingwen's feet.

The ice and snow that had just melted refrozen, then transformed into frost pythons that coiled around his legs, restricting his movement.

not far away.

The white-robed figure, seemingly out of control, appeared two hundred paces away, with a lit torch beside him and a large iron bow in his hand. Real Vermilion Birds formed under the crimson flames, like suns shooting towards him.

It's that eerie flame again!

Yuwen Jingwen unleashed his true energy, successfully breaking free from the frost magic that restricted his movements. The meteor hammer arrived unexpectedly, striking the prince in brocade robes.

"Crack!"

A barrier was also summoned in front of Cao Zhi.

However, compared to the Thick Earth Technique, it was as fragile as paper, collapsing at the slightest touch. He was immediately sent flying by the giant hammer, crashing into the snow hundreds of feet away before disappearing from sight, his fate unknown.

As Yuwen Jingwen watched the crimson Vermilion Bird approach, he intended to dodge, but to his astonishment, he discovered that the arrows fired by this person seemed to move with him, making it impossible to dodge them at all.

His ferocity erupted completely, unleashing a roar like a serpent. He wielded his meteor hammer, advancing instead of retreating, charging towards the white-robed figure drawing his bow in the distance with overwhelming killing intent. In the process, all the arrows were shot down.

The flames were terrifying.

Every time the meteor hammer comes into contact with it, it melts and creates a dent.

But that's all; ultimately, you can't use metal as firewood.

In the blink of an eye.

Yuwen Jingwen arrived within the attack range, his meteor hammer transforming into a bull python, winding and twisting through the vast snowfield, before suddenly appearing and falling from the sky.

All he saw was Chen Sanshi raising his iron-framed bow high to parry, and then his figure was completely swallowed up in the snow mist generated by the fight. Only a large bow with a broken string flew out and stuck into the snow in the distance.

When the snow and fog dissipate.

Then they saw the man in white robes kneeling on one knee, supported by a long spear, with blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, clearly looking injured.

"What eerie flames."

Yuwen Jingwen looked at the large bow on the ground with lingering fear and said in a deep voice, "This is your trump card?! No matter what I say, you, a mere Xuanxiang, dared to come and attack the Agate River. So, you were relying on this strange fire!"

He remembered it in his mind.

Long ago, the barbarians lost a magical treasure in Poyang County. The Chen family came from Poyang. Could it be that the strange fire is the lost magical treasure?

"That's it!"

Yuwen Jingwen was talking, but his movements never slowed down. He didn't intend to give the white-robed man a chance to catch his breath. He had already dragged the iron chain and chased after him, once again manipulating the iron mountain to smash down.

"Now that you've used up all your cards, stop struggling and just accept your fate—"

"True card?"

On the vast and boundless land.

The figure in white robes slowly rose, drawing a spear from the snow. His voice was devoid of emotion, as if stating a perfectly ordinary fact: "You're wrong. Spells aren't my trump card, and neither is my strange fire..."

He paused for a moment, then said, "My trump card has always been myself!"

"Keng——"

Zhenyue is unsheathed!

The spring water shines brightly!

A gun and a sword, a dragon and a tiger.

Right there in the blizzard, they fought the Martial Saint.

"The Zhenyue Sword? Give it back!"

Yuwen Jingwen seemed completely unaffected by the loss of his arm; his meteor hammer still wielded immense power, and each strike caused the earth within a hundred feet to tremble.

Chen Sanshi alternately met the meteor hammer with his spear and sword.

every time.

He would always back down.

every time.

His internal injuries would all worsen slightly.

But every time.

He held on!

This is enough!

"Clang clang clang!"

The sounds of clashing weapons rang out one after another, as if there were a large forge on the banks of the Agate River.

Hundreds of steps away.

Cao Zhi struggled to wake up from his coma, his eyes, ears, nose and mouth covered in blood. His outer armor was torn to shreds, revealing the golden soft armor underneath. Only with the addition of defensive spells did he manage to survive the attack from the Martial Saint.

His decision to follow Hongze Camp instead of Xuanwu Camp was a gamble.

Cao Zhi is gambling.

The one surnamed Chen will win.

Since then.

It wasn't just his military achievements.

After sharing life and death, they can also get closer to the white-robed man.

So just now.

Cao Zhi risked his life to help, though it was of little use.

anyway.

His older brother, whom he's taken for granted, has quite a lot of things hidden on him, including magic and strange flames.

Unfortunately……

Still no match.

Yuwen Jingwen lived up to his reputation and was definitely one of the most outstanding generals of the Yuwen clan.

To know.

Even among martial saints, there are differences.

Even among martial saints, Yuwen Jingwen is probably among the top.

It seems...

He's going to lose the bet.

But it doesn’t matter.

There are always winners and losers in gambling.

Cao Zhi also left himself an escape talisman; as long as he survived, everything would be fine.

He took several pills to heal his injuries, then got up from the snow, intending to leave the place first, when he heard the clanging sound of blacksmithing.

"Still fighting?"

"Can he still hold on?!"

That's a Martial Saint! In the path of martial arts, it's a qualitative change. To exaggerate a bit, it's the difference between a mortal and an immortal!

"Cough cough..."

Cao Zhi used the sword at his waist as a cane, staggering as he approached the direction of the sound, and lay down on the hillside, looking down at the ground.