A few days later, the two sides met.

"How can you keep her there?! It's dangerous there! Zixu looked at the carefree sitting on the war drum platform, frowning.

"It's okay, she can handle it." No double-sided, no waves, look straight ahead.

"Aren't you her brother?"

"I am." Wushuang glanced back at the man beside him, and a smile curled into the corner of his lips.

Zixu pursed his lips and looked at the figure, I don't know why, I feel an inexplicable irritability in my heart.

"The sword has no eyes on the battlefield, what if it hurts?!"

"She's not going to let herself get hurt." Wushuang squinted his eyes, and there was some kind of emotion hidden in his eyes, "You care about her a lot?" ”

"Nope." The man's face returned to its usual coldness, and he looked intently ahead.

Wushuang's eyes suddenly became cold, and he whispered, "It's best." ”

The horn of the charge sounded, and the enemy soldiers rushed forward with their weapons in hand. And just a moment later, the fog was thick, and many people began to lose their direction.

A guqin song is melodious, loose and distant, ethereal like the sound of heaven.

In the blink of an eye, the yellow sand in the sky changed into a clear spring mountain stream, and the blue sky and white sun also turned into an inky sky.

The rhyme is slow, subtle and long, like human language, and the sound is in the heart.

After three stacks of this, it suddenly bounced quickly, one voice was higher than the other, and the night was dark, and it was as sad as a ghost.

Suddenly, some people noticed that there were many more soldiers around them, some of them still had weapons stuck in their bodies, some of them were missing arms and legs, and some even lost their heads.

The "soldiers" marched as if unconscious, dragging their bodies slowly in the direction of the enemy.

Some people began to shout, "Ghost! Ghosts! What the hell!! ”

But more often than not, it's running around.

On the lookout, two small ones lie on the stone railing.

"What is my sister doing playing the piano there?"

"Conjuring." Po replied while eating a snack.

"What is a conjuring?" Little Thirteen's good-looking face was full of doubts.

"A skill for wizards."

"Is my sister a wizard?"

"No, adults know a lot!" Po looked proud.

Xiao Thirteen nodded ignorantly, and continued to stare into the distance.

At the beginning of the war, the Northern Army had been evacuated, and at this moment the battlefield was full of smoke, and many enemy soldiers were trapped in it.

At this moment, a pipa sounded, noisy and earnest, like a cry. The fog dispersed slightly, and many iron horsemen with swords and guns vaguely appeared, and the sound was like thousands of horses galloping.

"You take her first, and I'll cut her off." Zixu looked at the scene in front of him, and the long knife in his hand tightened.

"Not necessarily." Wushuang is still indifferent, as if waiting for a good show.

"What doesn't have to be?! So many Iron Riders! The man's deep voice was eager.

"It's an illusion."

"Illusion?"

"Carefree is testing the level of the other party's wizard." No pair of eyes look straight ahead.

Zixu still had puzzlement on his face, but Wushuang was not ready to continue explaining.

In fact, worry-free is not simply testing the strength of the other party, but through the two sides, testing how high the rules of this world tolerate witchcraft, so that the next step can make better use of spells, under the constraints of the rules, unconstrained.

After all, many of the souls sacrificed on the battlefield have been reincarnated, and there are only some residual thoughts left here, which is equivalent to a trace of soul attachment, which cannot kill people. And the illusion of the other party's spell, the conjured iron horse, although it is only an illusion, can kill people invisibly, because it will also be used on those who see it, with their fear, control their limbs, and kill themselves.

Carefree looked ahead, the corners of his lips slightly raised. The strings are lightly plucked, the fingertips are drawn, and a completely different melody appears on the guqin.

I saw that countless vines came out of the ground, entangled and growing, and suddenly, those originally majestic iron riders turned over on their backs, unable to move.

Immediately after, the blue flames burned along the vines, and in an instant, all the Iron Riders were reduced to ashes.

And in the opponent's camp, ten thousand arrows were fired at once, directly approaching the northern army.