Fantastic Fantasy: The Daughter of Cloud Raising Luck at the Opening

On the frontier outside the Great Wall, the mountains are blocked by heavy snow.

The sound of horseshoes is heavy, and the snow is deep, making it difficult to move fast.

"dismount!"

Wei Zi'an frowned.

But he has nothing to do with the endless snow.

"Captain, no!"

"Why?"

Wei Zian turned his head and looked at the soldier who spoke just now.

Since he doesn't understand, it is natural to ask someone who understands.

"Captain, if you dismount from your horse, you will only march slower and slower, and you will definitely not be able to reach Fengyue City before dark."

"How about that?"

"Unify the pace, release the spiritual energy separately, and form fluctuations, which can make the snow layer thinner, and the march will become faster and faster."

Standing still, Wei Zi'an looked up into the distance.

A little farther away, between two towering peaks, there is a narrow trail. The snow layer in the middle must be extremely heavy, so it should be the only way to pass.

"No."

After thinking for a moment, Wei Zi'an said: "You can't release your spiritual power, and you can't dismount."

"why is that?"

The soldier asked puzzledly.

"What's it called there?"

Wei Zian stretched out his hand and pointed to the path between the two mountains.

"Saishan."

"If there is an enemy attack, we are afraid that we will die here."

With a sigh, Wei Zian stretched out his hand and gestured for a while, knowing the approximate distance.

brush!
With the long sword out of its sheath, Wei Zi'an turned his horse's head and scanned the faces of the soldiers present.

Most of them are veterans of the battlefield.

"Are you all afraid to die?"

"Not afraid!"

"Will you die with me?"

As soon as these words came out, the answering voice was much smaller.

"Would you like to die for your family?"

"willing!"

"Since that's the case, why don't you have a good fight with me?!"

Wei Zi'an pulled the reins violently, and the steed under him raised its front hooves and let out a rhythmic cry.

"My comrades, if you live, no one will reward you with a gold coin. If you die, it will be for our family, for our friends, and for the countless people behind us!"

"The wind is blowing and the clouds are flying, all the gentlemen charge with me!"

"charge!"

"charge!!"

"charge!!!"

Wei Zian turned his head, with a determined look on his face.

Although he doesn't know how to run an army, he also knows the importance of morale.

Mobilization before the war is essential.

Moreover, Wei Zian concluded that there must be an ambush in the middle of Saishan not far away!
"charge!"

Wei Zi'an pulled the rein in his hand, the long sword was raised in the air, and the strong wind blew, making a piercing sound.

A group of fast horses rushed, the ground shook, and the mountains on both sides seemed to be shaking faintly.

The closer he got to the path under Saishan Mountain, Wei Zian's heart tightened a bit.

"The monk releases the aura and condenses the surroundings into a shield."

The air fluctuated suddenly, and a gust of wind blew up the thick snow on the ground, and various auras gathered together to form a thin shield.

"Whoosh!"

Suddenly, there was a sound of piercing through the air, and a sharp arrow passed by Wei Zian's cheek.

In an instant, there was a burning pain from the wound.

"Warning! Charge!"

Wei Zi'an was a little flustered, but at this moment, the more flustered he was, the faster he would die!

There were bursts of piercing sounds around, and a drizzle of arrows suddenly fell from the sky.

"Forehead."

"puff."

Compared with the heroic death in the TV series, the real scene was just a muffled snort, and he died soon in the snowflakes flying in the southern sky.

Suddenly a light flashed in Wei Zi'an's heart, and he suddenly remembered the water-attribute buffing technique—begging for rain.

The aura fluctuated, and the sky suddenly began to rain heavily.

The raindrops with aura were extremely thick, and the arrows contaminated by the rain were abruptly changed their trajectory.

"The captain is mighty!"

The soldiers shouted excitedly, this is the first time they have seen such a fairy handwriting.

"charge!"

Seeing the success of begging for rain, Wei Zi'an felt a little lucky.

It seems that this exercise is not useless.

Bai Lima had already gradually ran out of the Saishan trail, Wei Zian turned his head and looked, because of the preparations made in advance, the casualties of the soldiers were within an acceptable range.

However, many people seemed to be slightly injured. Wei Zi'an glanced at them. Most of them were scratched by Liu Ya, which would not affect the battle.

The first face-to-face battle, life and death?
Wei Zian suddenly felt nothing.

Rows of Yue soldiers with strange makeup appeared in front of them, or rather, they looked more like bandits.

Wearing thick sheepskin clothes, all wore processed cow skulls, and the two horns exuded a penetrating light.

"war!"

Seeing the playful expressions on their faces, Wei Zi'an couldn't help feeling angry.

With both feet on the horse's back, Wei Zi'an soared into the air.

In mid-air, he drew out his saber, and for a moment, the piercing sword energy swayed like ink, and instantly dispersed the Yue people's camp.

"Liuhe Realm cultivator!"

A Yue soldier stretched out his hand and shouted, "Back!"

Although they are soldiers, their movements are extremely neat.

"Drawing the ground is a prison."

The Yue soldier wearing a felt hat spoke softly.

Wei Zian felt trapped in a cage, unable to move.

At this time, a mace full of spikes suddenly appeared in front of him and struck straight at his forehead.

not good!

Wei Zi'an's heart trembled, and subconsciously resorted to Chaolang Qianzhong.

Rows of turbulent spiritual energy spread out like a tidal wave, and the huge force knocked out the Yue soldiers holding maces far away.

"nonsense."

There were bursts of crazy ravings in my mind, my mind sank, and it seemed like it was going to explode.

The veins on Wei Zian's forehead popped up, and cold sweat broke out all over his body.

With the subconscious disturbance of the long sword in his hand, the waists of several Yue soldiers were cut off in the middle.

The blood spilled all over the ground, and the snow turned into blood.

"Kill him first!"

The soldier wearing a felt hat shouted: "He is a cultivator in the Liuhe Realm, be careful to control the distance!"

After saying that, the soldier clasped his hands together and shouted with white eyes: "Yu Zuo Yu Yong!"

The spear stabbed in front of him, Wei Zi'an's sword was in front of him, and his body couldn't help being pushed back a few steps.

Tall's strength is more than double that of just now.

Wei Zi'an clenched his teeth and poured all his spiritual power into the long sword in his hand.

The blade of the sword suddenly burst into light, sending out bursts of murderous aura!
Several Yue soldiers who surrounded him were scared back a few steps, Wei Zian took the opportunity to step forward and slashed his head with a sword.

"It really is a good head."

Wiping the blood oozed from the tiger's mouth, Wei Zian held the long sword and laughed heartily.

"Don't be afraid. He's out of breath, kill him!"

The soldier in the felt hat shouted: "The beheader will be rewarded!"

After the words fell, several soldiers strode forward, the swords in their hands gleamed with a gloomy cold light.

But seeing this scene has already made people shudder.

"Captain!"

Seeing this, the soldiers behind were about to come to support them. Immediately, several Yue soldiers quickened their pace.

when!
The voice like Hong Zhong Dalu was deafening.

Wei Zian held up his long sword, a sneer oozing from the corner of his mouth.

"Wait for you for a long time!"