In the ancient legends of the grassland, there are sages who can communicate with heaven and earth, know the heavens, recognize yin and yang, and they are called shamans and witch gods.

All the Huns have great awe and worship for the heavens, earth, stars, sun, moon, ghosts and gods. They regard the sky, the sun and the moon as the source of the universe and all human beings, and every time they send troops to conquer, there must be gods and witches to divinate good fortune and evil. Wait for the stars and the moon, the moon is strong and strong, and the moon is weak, and the army will retreat. Wind and rain are the gifts of the eternal heaven, and lightning and thunder are the wrath of the gods in the sky.

And today, whether it is the top of the cliff or the canyon, these Hun cavalry have witnessed a divine wrath!

When the Han boy appeared, Chun Yuhu, the commander of the Huns, had already reached out and pulled out the scimitar that belonged to King Zuoxian.

The knife is still the same knife, but the knife has been given some kind of death curse, just waiting for someone to come and break the seal on him!

A golden thread was wrapped around the hilt of the sword, and when they looked up, they could see it clearly, and the silk thread flew diagonally into the sky, and a strangely shaped eight-pointed star soared in the sky between the black clouds and lightning.

"What's that?" This is a question that runs through everyone's mind.

Yet no one answered them. When the frightened crowd turned their heads again, as the young man's cold words came out, a dazzling light lit up the heavens and the earth, and the mysterious smile on his face was clearly seen.

Before Chun Yuhu could say the word, Xueliang's scimitar was just about to be raised, but it was too late, and death was sometimes just a snap of his fingers.

The brilliance was like a silver snake that burst out of the broken sky, pounced on the cliff, and fell silent in a blink of an eye, followed by a loud explosion of thunder, followed by a thunderbolt, which seemed to tear the heavens and the earth, and the aftermath echoed in the mountains for a long time.

The air waves were majestic, the earth shook, and half of the cliff collapsed in the "boom" sound!

The four or five hundred Huns, who had just climbed to the top of the cliff for less than half an hour, had not yet reacted to what was going on, and they poured down with the huge rocks, gravel, and half of the mountain peaks.

Heaven and earth are mighty, and the gods are angry! This was the first thought that came to the minds of all the Huns who were lucky enough not to die.

The sparks from the lightning fire and the rolling rocks ignited large areas of dead grass and shrubs, and the flames in the canyon began to fly.

On the edge of the cliff that had collapsed most of the mountain, several dejected Hun warriors stood there in a daze, each seeing the same frightened expressions on each other's faces.

There was a sound of footsteps that began to slowly approach, it was the Han boy. No, it's the demon god! The Huns' bodies began to tremble, and they couldn't even hold the knife in their hands, and fell between the rocks.

No matter how powerful the enemy is, no matter how high his martial arts are, as long as everyone works together and is not afraid of death, so many people can still kill him after all.

But now? An enemy who can single-handedly draw thunder and fire to help...... They don't have the courage to face it at all!

Knowing that jumping from such a high place has no physiology. But they still jumped down, and the bodies of the four or five Huns were like floating dead leaves, and they were already scattered before they landed.

When Yuan Zhao reached the edge of the fracture at the top of the cliff, it was empty except for him.

He stood on a remaining jutting rock, looking at the hell below, his face filled with wind and smoke, dark clouds rolling overhead, and no joy or sorrow on his face.

Eight thousand Hun iron horsemen, except for more than 1,000 people who escorted the body of King Zuo Xian to the north, the rest chased here.

The more than 1,000 people who stayed on guard outside the mouth of the canyon, under the leadership of a commander, were stunned and at a loss at this time. Because in front of them, the collapsed half of the mountain peak blocked the mouth of the canyon tightly, and it became two worlds isolated from the five or six thousand brothers in the canyon.

The wind was strong, the thunder had not stopped, and the clouds were heavy, but there was no rain!

The fire rose into the sky, borrowed the wind, and raged even more. The canyon is full of good materials for starting fires, knee-deep dead grass, centuries-old trees, shrubs and vines .......

Nearly 6,000 Hun troops, including men and horses, fled back and forth in this canyon that was less than two or three miles long, evading, crying, and praying...... However, all was to no avail!

The fire was so fast that in less than half an hour, the entire canyon was on fire. Thick smoke billowed out, and the fire rose more than ten feet high, and even the steep cliffs on both sides burned loudly.

Looking at the vague figure standing on the highest rock, there were a few "dangchang, dangchang" a few times, I don't know whose scimitar fell to the ground first, and then the sound of the horse's hooves running in a panic. In the blink of an eye, outside the mouth of the canyon, the more than 1,000 Hun cavalry who came back to their senses fled cleanly!

In the face of the unknowable mysterious power, these descendants of the wolf clan who have believed in the immortal heaven since childhood have developed a boundless fear of the person on the top of the cliff.

Shuo Feng hunting, blowing on the bare arm is a little painful, Yuan Zhao looked up at the sky, and was secretly grateful in his heart. The sky is thick and the earth is so preferred, I had a whim, but I didn't expect to perform this miracle.

"Today's catastrophe will not die, and I will do my best in the years to come, so as to protect this land of the Central Plains, prosper my Chinese clothes, and live up to the love ...... heaven and earth!"

Yuan Zhao secretly prayed in his heart. Although he was also an atheist in his previous life, it was a miracle in himself to cross into this world, and perhaps, he would have some sustenance for himself in the dark, so he tried his best to do it.

Well, of course, thanks to the exotic old man in the old plane who experimented with thunder and lightning with kites.......

Yuan Zhao has never been a murderous person, and the sea of fire and hell under his feet is certainly not what he wants. But "thunderbolt means, Fang shows the heart of the Bodhisattva", the dawn of peace between Han and Hungary is still far hidden under the dark clouds, the war has just begun, perhaps, you have to hurt them a few times, these ferocious barbarians will know how powerful.

The entire canyon has become a melting pot by this time. The situation is too tragic to be detailed. After half an hour, the sound of people shouting and neighing gradually became less, and finally gradually disappeared.

A soft body gently hugged him from behind, and the girl did not speak, but lay her head on her naked back, closed her eyes tightly, and was silent with him.

Feeling her tremble slightly, knowing that she was terribly afraid, Yuan Zhao held the pair of small hands on his chest, sat down cross-legged, and let the body lie on his knees.

"Didn't you stay there obediently, why did you come out again?"

Su Xi didn't answer his words, just hugged her hands tighter.

"Brother Yuan, are you a disciple of the Immortal Sect?"

Words are obsessed, but that's what she wants to know most in her heart right now.

Yuan Zhao smiled faintly, the catastrophe was gone, the lives of the two were temporarily worry-free, and his heart finally relaxed.

"What a god in this world! I just know more than anyone else. ”

"I don't believe it! When I was in the palace, I heard many people say that you are the first emperor Emperor Wen asked for auspiciousness from heaven. That's why the old ancestor is so good to you! ”

"Well, you believe that, too? However, my matter is a bit complicated, and I can't tell you clearly for a while, just remember that we are all good friends in the future! Hehe. ”

Yuan Zhao was a little helpless, he had also heard of this legend, of course he knew that it was a kindness from the Empress Dowager Dou, and in fact, he couldn't deny it, so he could only be ambiguous, no matter who asked, he smiled perfunctorily.

Su Xi really didn't ask any more. Instead, he opened his eyes and saw the somewhat dirty face in front of him that was smoked by the fire, and couldn't help but raise his hand and wipe him with his sleeve. Looking at the appearance of a teenager, the frightened and gloomy mood from hearing the sounds of death became clear.

"Brother Yuan, I—I'm afraid...... Those people...... ...... those people?"

The gentle girl had never seen the appearance of death, and she could not bear to say those cruel words after all.

"Don't think too much, those are all enemies, they have done a lot of bad things, and the bad guys deserve to be punished. As a princess, just stay in your world, and when we return to Chang'an, forget about it. Remember?"

"Uh-huh......."

Su Xi agreed in a low voice, although the compassion still made her a little uneasy in her heart, but since he said so, it always makes sense, just listen to it yourself.

Thinking like this, her heart gradually settled down. After a long period of fear and fear, he was already emaciated, and at this time he lay on his knees, and fatigue and sleepiness came up, and he gradually fell asleep in a daze.

Yuan Zhao listened to her for a long time without moving, and when he looked down, he couldn't help but smile secretly, afraid that she would catch a cold, so he hurriedly hugged her and jumped off the rock, found a shelter from the wind, and put it for her to take a nap.

The rain did not come after all, and the thunder had stopped for a long time, but the wind did not weaken, and the fire in the canyon could not be extinguished for a while.

It was not difficult to go down from the other side of the mountain wall, but without the horses and with his own injuries, it was a little difficult to get out.

Yuan Zhao thought about it and decided to spend the night on the top of this cliff, cultivate his physical strength, and it was not too late to think of a way tomorrow.

He searched around, found some dead grass and vines, and collected some of the feathered arrows that the Huns had shot earlier, but fortunately his leather bag did not fall into the fire, and found the fire in it, and lit the fire in a sheltered place, and the small space behind the rock gradually warmed up.

I also found some food from the leather bag, but it was a few pieces of roast mutton wrapped in oiled paper, and I couldn't help but secretly praise myself for being prescient, but there was no water, so I could only eat a few bites of food first, put the rest aside, and prepare to let her eat some when Suxi woke up.

Glancing at the sleeping girl again, he decided not to disturb her first, Yuan Zhao added more fire to the fire, sat cross-legged on the side, closed his eyes, slowly adjusted his breath, and his qi flowed all over his body, and began to rest and rest.

Night finally fell, the mountains fell into darkness, but the raging fire still burning in this canyon burned more and more, visible for hundreds of miles, reflecting half of the sky.

At this time, three hours had passed since King Zuo Xian was beheaded to death by a knife. It had been two hours since the cavalry force in the canyon, which had been burned to dry bones, had just chased to the mouth of the valley.

Yu Yizhi, the big single who had retreated from Yanmen, finally learned what happened behind him.

Looking up, looking at the place in the southeast that was as bright as day, Yi's evil heart was dripping blood. His ears seemed to hear the painful screams and screams of the souls of nearly 6,000 Hun warriors in the night sky!

Bowing his head, under the light of the torch in front of the horse, a white camel flannel cloth wrapped in the body of the head of Zuoxian King Huyandu.

The remnants of more than 2,000 cavalry returned knelt on the ground, their faces like ashes, and they were waiting to be killed, and no one begged for mercy.

"Whether your opponent is man or God, your king is dead, your brother is dead, but you are the only ......one who survives."

Yi Zhixi's word by word, like a knife and an arrow, cutting out the heart and abdomen, ruthless, this is the law of the grassland!

The leading commander didn't say a word, straightened up, and slowly pulled out the saber, and everyone behind him agreed, the scimitar was unsheathed, across the neck, and immediately corpses were all over the ground, and blood flowed all over the field!

"Dead? That's easy, but the honor of the Hun warriors cannot be tarnished! Give you a chance to wash away your shame with your courage and blood! Take up your scimitars, take up your bows and arrows, and go and avenge your king. All the Han people near Yanmen Pass, all the border towns and villages of the Han Dynasty, are your targets. Burn it all and kill it all for me...... Go ahead! Right now! ”

Da Dan Yu, who was red-eyed by anger, pointed at the blade, and thousands of horses roared away, and the all-out war between Han and Hungary finally began tonight.