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

"Wei Zian?"

There was a look of scrutiny in Wang's muddy eyes.

"it's me."

Wei Zian nodded slightly, clenched the long sword in his hand, and looked at the old man in the distance.

"You're going to kill me?"

Hearing this question, Wang Huozhuo smiled and stroked his beard, "How do you know?"

nonsense.

Wei Zian complained in his heart.

"Can you let her go?"

"she?"

Wang Hunzhuo was slightly taken aback, and looked in the direction of Wei Zian's finger.

Fu Ling shook her head, stepped forward and held Wei Zian's hand tightly.

There was determination and determination in his eyes.

Wang Huozhuo didn't understand, "You are already like this, why are you still thinking about the safety of other people?"

"I don't want to drag other people down."

Wei Zian shook his head silently, and pulled his hand out of Fuling's soft and boneless little hand with all his strength.

"She is the Second Mister of the academy, Mr. Qi's disciple. Now that there is something wrong with the formation in the capital, if you hurt her even the slightest bit, Mr. Qi will definitely let you die without a place to bury you."

"One thing more is worse than one thing less. Let her go, and I will be slaughtered by you."

Listening to Wei Zian's words, Wang Huozhuo narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Good boy, you actually want to use Mr. Qi to suppress me, do you really think that I am inferior to him?"

While speaking, Wang Huozhuo stomped his feet lightly.

Suddenly, a crack of more than ten feet opened on the ground, separating the two of them to two sides.

What a powerful force.

Wei Zi'an was a little surprised.

Unexpectedly, Wang Huanzhuo caused such great damage without any other actions.

"Afraid?"

Wang Hunzhuo chuckled.

"Do you agree?"

"You really think I can't beat Mr. Qi?"

Wei Zi'an shrugged, noncommittal.

"Hahaha." Wang Hunzhuo laughed loudly, "I didn't expect your kid to understand it quite well, let her go."

"I do not go!"

Fu Ling shouted, "Wang Huanzhuo, do you know where this is? This is the Lishan Sword Sect, do you really want to be presumptuous here?"

"This is the capital."

Wang Huanzhuo stomped his feet, his eyes were slightly cold.

In an instant, Wei Zi'an trapped himself as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, and the extreme cold seemed to freeze his soul.

"you……"

Fu Ling choked for a while, and was suddenly at a loss.

She frantically flicked the tokens in her hand, senior brother's, master's, including that...

But without exception, all of them failed.

The moment Wang Huozhuo appeared, the entire world was isolated.

What should I do.

Fu Ling was anxious in her heart, she clenched her hands tightly, and bit her red lips with silver teeth, even though blood was seeping, she didn't realize it.

"All right."

Wang Hunzhuo shook his head lightly, "Now it's our turn."

The hands collided, rubbing out bursts of sparks.

boom!
With one punch out, bursts of sound suddenly exploded in the air.

Wei Zian's pupils contracted sharply, and it felt like the blood in his body stopped flowing at this moment.

But the subconscious instinct of his body still made him clenched the evil sword in his hand.

The sword trembled, as if expressing his eagerness.

The wrist is reversed and the sword is drawn.

Cang Lang exploded the sword light, roaring like an angry dragon and rushing forward.

The twelve moves of the Evil Suppressing Sword, the Breaking Fist Style!

The momentum is like a broken bamboo + the state of mind is the same + the surprise + a thousand waves!

This can be said to be the strongest sword that Wei Zi'an has slashed.

Could it be that Jin Lin cut out this sword and drew out the spiritual energy in his heart lake.

The heart lake was empty, with a strong sense of emptiness and weakness, just Wei Zi'an almost fell to the ground.

Only by holding on to the sword forcibly did he not fall down.

Quickly turning on the system to fill up the heart lake, Wei Zi'an raised his head, a trace of bewilderment flashed in his eyes.

The sword light and fist intent collided and exploded in the air.

The huge residual power directly pushed Wei Zi'an to the ground.

The viscera seemed to have changed positions, and a sweet breath gushed out of his throat, and Wei Zi'an swallowed it with force.

On the side, Fu Ling slumped on the ground in pain.

Even if she used all her abilities, she found that she couldn't even break through the layer of light that cut the boundary from the muddy king.

Feeling deeply frustrated, Fu Ling pressed her hands on her face, and tears fell from her fingers.

She didn't even dare to look up at her junior brother.

The heart is ashamed.

Wei Zi'an raised his head and leaned against the mountain behind him, panting lightly.

At this moment, he suddenly missed the fat house happy water from his previous life.

Although I can't remember clearly.

More information about the world.

Ten years of loneliness and helplessness in struggling to survive, the sword that exhausted all of them, the leap in the abyss of evil, the oath made in front of the red plums in Xueyuan...

Scenes flashed across my heart like passing clouds.

Wei Zi'an shook his head with a wry smile, is it so difficult to live?

If it happened again, without the awakening system, wouldn't it be good to live in that environment all the time?
No, not so.

I still have many things to do.

Died on the way?

There was a dazzling light in Wei Zian's eyes, which was the will to survive.

He clenched the sword in his hand in pain, and the light of the sword gathered.

So be it.

Wei Zian smiled slightly, using all my sword intent.

Cut out an unyielding sword!
farewell.

Holding the sword in both hands, he made a slashing motion.

But the ideal is beautiful, but the reality is skinny.

The Xie Zhu sword fell to the ground with a slap, rolled a few times, and leaned tightly against the corner of the wall.

The blood-red blade really drank blood.

How could the white bones without flesh and blood be able to hold the cold sword?

The shocking sword in my heart can only be cut out in my dream in the end.

Consciousness gradually blurred, and blood gushed from the corner of his mouth.

The pain all over her body made her almost unconscious.

Wei Zian slightly raised his lower eyelids, and the sky in front of him was suddenly cut open.

The scarlet blood-removing sword pierced the sky.

Me, cut out?

This was Wei Zian's last thought before losing consciousness.

"Senior brother?!"

Feeling the familiar sword energy, Fu Ling wiped away the tears all over her face indiscriminately, and shouted hastily.

"It's late."

Yan Feng was dressed in fluttering white clothes, holding a sword in each hand, one was as red as blood, and the other was flowing clouds.

He appeared in mid-air and looked coldly at the old man below.

Behind him, neatly divided by the sky.

Sword Fairy!

This is Fu Ling's only thought at this time.

"Take my junior brother and let's go."

Fu Ling came to her senses and hurried forward to check the status of her junior.

"Yan Feng?"

Wang Huanzhuo was taken aback for a moment, he didn't think that Yan Feng would be so stupid as to come out to die.

"Think that holding two fairy swords is my opponent?"

Wang Hunzhuo let out a sneer, not hiding his disdain.

"This and that?"

Yan Feng chuckled, the sword energy surged, and the masterless sword intent like a school of fish poured into his body frantically as if it had found its master.

Wang's turbid smile gradually disappeared, and his face changed slightly.

"Unexpectedly, you actually broke through to the realm of the sword fairy."

boom! ! !
When the two bodies collide, the earth is torn apart.

"not enough."

Wang Huozhuo smiled lightly.

"Then add mine?"

A soft and charming voice came, and Wang Muzhuo's face froze suddenly.

He murmured in a low voice, "I didn't expect you to come too."