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

The white crane fluttered its wings and flew high, the mountain guards of the Lishan Sword Sect shook like ripples, and the two of them appeared above the mountains together with a crane.

"Junior Brother, don't be sad." Fu Ling reached out and patted his head encouragingly.

"It's okay, sister."

Wei Zian turned around and smiled.

He who had nothing at all now just has some more fetters.

Lishan Sword Sect not only has sword immortals like clouds, but also has sword mountains rising and falling one after another. The scenery on the mountain is too beautiful to behold.

The two rode on the white crane, and the ancient sword intent was like a calm ocean, allowing the white boat to sail slowly.

Unlike when he came here, the free sword energy in the Lishan Sword Sect area seemed to have calmed down.

Wei Zi'an also vaguely noticed that there were a lot of unclaimed sword energy moving towards him, sliding.

Some even scratched their rough skin, leaking bright red blood.

Even though Wuzhu's sword intent had calmed down a lot, Wei Zi'an was still in pain from the rubbing.

The further you go, the more intense the pain on your skin becomes.

"Gah!"

The white crane also felt the pain, raised its head and let out a cry, and slowed down its flying speed.

"There seems to be something wrong."

Fu Ling frowned slightly, her face changed and her gestures changed rapidly.

A golden light emerged from his hands, covering the bodies of the two and one crane from top to bottom.

Surrounded by golden light, the white crane seemed to be plated with a thin layer of gold.

The pain in his body instantly weakened by half.

Perhaps it was because the sword intent was too strong, and Wei Zi'an couldn't calm down after bursts of slight stinging pain.

Looking up, the red clouds and glowing clouds are as beautiful as a painting.

Among them, the image of Wuzhujian is like a golden carp swimming and swaying in it.

Ten thousand carp coming to court?

Wei Zi'an smiled, "Senior sister, do you think anyone is fishing for Wuzhu Jianyi here?"

"have it."

Fu Ling tilted her head in thought, "I remember it was recorded in the book that there are supreme swordsmen fishing for Wuzhu Jianyi with their sabers, and those with strong sword intentions will be favored by Wuzhu Jianyi, and they can forge their bodies with sword energy. ..."

"It really does exist."

Wei Zi'an was stunned for a moment, but he didn't expect that someone would actually use a sword as a fishing rod to catch fish like Wuzhu Jianyi.

With his hands behind his back, Wei Zian took a step forward, looked at the magnificent scene in front of him and murmured, "How strong are the former swordsmen?"

brake!
Suddenly, a crack was cut directly from the middle of the edge of the sword of Lishan Sword Sect.

Under the pressure of gravity, the mountain tilted and fell straight down.

boom!
Jianshan fell to the ground, and the sky was full of smoke and dust.

The Wuzhu Sword Intent like a golden carp was frightened, and scattered like birds and beasts in an instant.

Wei Zian couldn't believe it: "Senior sister, did I read it wrong?"

"Get down!"

Whoosh—

A stone pierced through the air and hit the head, Bai He let out an exclamation, and dived down.

But this stone came too fast.

Bai He was surprised and started to shake wildly.

Fu Ling's pretty face tightened, frantically mobilizing her aura.

"Royal!"

"Array!"

"Congeal!"

"Fortified!"

Word spirits flew out of Fu Ling's mouth, turning into golden spirit shields!

puff-

The stone pierced through the first three defensive formations, and finally stopped in front of the last spirit shield.

Wei Zi'an's eyes widened, and the blood in his body flowed rapidly.

Witnessing this terrifying blow, Wei Zian felt that the sword intent in his body had reached its peak, almost gushing out.

"Huh...huh..."

Poria was short of breath, panting heavily.

This is just an ordinary pebble with such a powerful force, how strong should the owner who threw this pebble be?
Fortunately, the man didn't seem to have any intention of continuing to attack.

The smoke cleared, and the two finally saw the severed mountain peak and the old man with a bandage around his waist below.

The long white hair fluttered in the wind, and there was a trace of determination on the vicissitudes of life.

With bandages wrapped around his hands, the old man smiled at the two people above the white crane.

Although he was smiling, the old man's face was not very good-looking.

"Wang muddy!"

Almost the moment she saw the old man, Fu Ling recognized him.

Without him, although Wang Hunzhuo's reputation is not obvious, his reputation is in full swing.

Of course, this is only for powerful monks.

"Wang Huzou..."

Wei Zi'an muttered these words softly, his face gradually became more solemn.

Is this one of the principals involved in that matter?

Now he comes...

Afraid of killing people?
Wei Zian looked down and saw the bandage wrapped around his waist, feeling a little dazed.

This is the damage caused by Sun Dasheng.

Unexpectedly, Wang Hunzhuo was so powerful that even the sword spirit of Zhu Xian in ancient times could not cause more substantial damage to him.

"Today, I'm afraid I have to explain it here."

The white crane's speed was very fast, and now it has flown out of the territory of the Lishan Sword Sect.

It might be too late to ask for help from Lishan Sword Sect now.

"Senior sister, I'll hold him back later, you go first."

Wei Zi'an lightly clenched the Xie Zhu sword in his hand, feeling that his heart had never been as clear and firm as it is now.

When Fu Ling heard this, her heart trembled, and she froze in place suddenly.

He said he wanted to protect his junior, but now he wants his junior to protect him?

Poria only felt a sore nose and slightly moist eyes.

"What nonsense are you talking about, I'm your senior sister, I should protect you well!"

While talking, Fu Ling stepped forward to protect Wei Zi'an behind her.

Even if it is really overdrawn, so what?
It should be worth it too.

"Sister!"

Seeing this scene, Wei Zian was a little anxious.

"Senior Sister, listen to me, the only one he wants to kill is me, you go, I can't implicate you!"

"no!"

Fu Ling never backed down, and let her watch her junior brother die in front of her?
How can I bear it!

At this time, the white crane had completely flown out of Lishan Sword Sect's territory.

Wei Zi'an sighed helplessly, now that the senior sister wants to negotiate, it may be difficult.

In the territory of Lishan Sword Sect, it's okay. After all, as long as Wang Huozhuo makes the movement a little louder, Lishan Sword Sect can easily detect it.

But once they left the Lishan Sword Sect, they would be hard-pressed to escape against them who were number one in the world.

"Senior sister, I'm sorry."

Wei Zian sighed softly in his heart, stepped forward and joined Fu Ling.

brush!
Wang Hunzhuo raised his hand, and two cannonball-like punches shot straight into the sky!

After two sharp fists, one left and one right, Baihe happened to get stuck in the middle.

"Gah!"

In desperation, Bai He could only choose to fall to the ground.

Wang Hunzhuo put down his raised hand, and walked slowly towards the place where the white crane was about to fall.

There was a dull pain in the abdomen, as if the dead sword spirit was still protecting this fledgling bird that had just entered the rivers and lakes.

Wang Huozhuo looked into the air, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth.

I'd like to see how capable you are in protecting it with all your might.