Chapter 391: The confrontation between magic and spells! 7
With this loud noise, the snow was rushing down like a rushing stream
Overwhelming, urging withering and decaying
"Everyone, run!"
The clear rain in the sky shouted in a sharp voice. Although he knew there would be an avalanche in advance, his voice still trembled uncontrollably.
The soldiers saw this scene, how dare they stay, they just fled desperately
The soldiers of Fengling Kingdom were naturally not fools, and they quickly fled towards Tingfeng Pass.
But the difference is
The soldiers of Fengling Kingdom were not stopped, but they were Murong Wushuang.
Relying on the wind to control the wind, Murong Wushuang waved his hand and a wind wall rose from the snow.
The snow was rolling up, and together with the wind, forming a wall of wind, blocking the retreat of the soldiers of the Ice and Snow Country.
Under the threat of death, the soldiers could no longer care about so many, but rushed towards the wind wall desperately.
It's a pity that the wind wall is too big, but no one can break through it
The soldiers who rushed up were blown back and fell to the ground without exception
At this time, the snow waves were still galloping like thousands of horses, rushing towards them, and the thick pine trees were directly crushed into two pieces
On the wall of Wenxueguan, Xuanyuan Ji came back from his shock and grabbed the shoulder of Taoist Master Xuanji beside him.
"Kill her, kill her, kill Murong Wushuang!"
Taoist Master Xuanji has never seen this formation. This little princess actually had a windy wall on the ground, which was far stronger than he imagined.
His shoulder was so painful that it hurts when Xuanyuan Ji grabbed it. Only then did he come to his senses
"Hey, hey!"
While agreeing, he raised the golden needle wrapped in the talisman in his right hand and stabbed the little man with Murong Wushuang's name in his hand.
He was so nervous that he didn't stab the wooden man after he stabbed him directly on his own hand
With a moan, Master Xuanji did not dare to neglect, quickly pulled out the golden needle and stabbed the wooden man again
This time, he was very prepared to stab the little wooden man in the chest with a needle in the face of the small wooden man.
A strange blood flower bloomed on the little wood man's chest.
At first glance, it seemed as if the little wooden man had been stabbed in the heart and bleeding
In the air, Murong Wushuang's body suddenly vibrated