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The "dark clouds" formed by the snow sculptures gradually lighten in color as the distance decreases. In the eyes of the people, the sky is like a big white cloud, a white cloud full of murder and blood!

Unconsciously, Han Feng had already stood next to him from Zhan Fan's opposite side. He had counted the number of snow sculptures in the herd - five. That's not a huge number for an army, but it makes everyone there. The white clouds were dyed a deep blue by the night, and with the cold air and the strong wind, they flew over the army in an instant.

Many people have heard the story of the snow sculpture, but since Han Feng personally killed the snow sculpture that was causing chaos in Fengguan Mangcheng, the comfortable life on weekdays made these soldiers unconsciously regard the snow sculpture as a legendary monster, and they lacked due preparation in their hearts, so when they saw this layer of "white clouds", they were stunned for a long time before they were afraid.

Many people were so frightened that they couldn't speak, and even the heralds didn't know how to respond after they subconsciously completed the "herald" move. The situation was far beyond what they would normally have to deal with during training, and even the best soldiers were at a loss, but fortunately - this was not the first time they had faced such a situation.

Bai Xue has already taught them a good lesson.

"Crossbowmen prepare!" Luo Huaixin clenched the jujube wood gun with both hands. On the crimson jujube wood barrel, the tip of the purple gold spear flashed with a scorching red light, in this dark night, like a bright light, pointing the direction for the soldiers. Sweat flowed down the young player's temples, and although it was not the first time he had dealt with such a white beast, the last "fiasco" had put more pressure on his heart.

At this moment, the hungry snow sculptures have found the "food" on the ground, and they are so happy that they circle a little and rush down.

"Shoot the arrow!" Luo Huaixin swung out a shot, and the red light was dotted, pointing straight at the starry sky.

Ten thousand crossbows fired in unison.

Han Feng and Zhan Fan stood behind these bows and crossbows. The two of them were comrades-in-arms who had experienced countless murders and came out side by side, and they reacted to danger far faster than these soldiers, as they both knew in their hearts that even if these bows and crossbows were doubled, they would be useless.

Sure enough, these bows and crossbows could not penetrate the thick grease feathers of the snow sculpture at all, and the feather arrows that were originally fired out in anger also turned around and fell when they were attacked by the snow eagle's winged wind, and even some of the feathered arrows fell at a speed no less than the speed of shooting.

Fortunately, there was already a shield hand next to the crossbowman, and many soldiers were injured, and for a while, there was chaos in the barracks.

A torch made of logs was struck crooked by several feathered arrows, and the torch fell to the ground, and immediately set fire to a patch of dead grass, but who could put out the fire in this time of crisis?

"Zhan Fan!" The sharp claws and giant beak of the snow sculpture in front of him had reached the top of the soldier's head, Han Feng endured the pain in his chest, shouted, and flew over. He was seriously injured, and he had confronted Zhan Fan a few times before, but at this moment, he could no longer use the earth-shattering kung fu of the past, and the purple gold machete in his hand was swung, and he could only prevent the blow of the snow eagle.

However, Zhan Fan did not disappoint him after all. At the moment when Han Feng made a move, the little prince of Yue Wang swung his sword out. That sword is like lightning that pierces the sky, even if these white cloud-like snow sculptures are really white clouds at this moment, this sword will also break through the clouds and fog and draw a piece of sky.

The white feathers and scarlet blood were mixed, and the head of a snow sculpture fell to the ground with a bang, smashing the earth and shaking people's hearts.

Luo Huaixin was also working hard to protect his subordinates, but the jujube wood gun in his hand was cut in two like rotten wood under the giant claws of the snow sculpture, and the sharp claw tips were about to disembowel him, and the group of ten arrived in time, Zhang Le Jinsheng pulled Luo Huaixin back two feet and saved his life.

However, the ten-member group also lost "seven" and "eight" because of this. "Seven" had already been hit by a sword in the chest, and "Eight" was responsible for guarding him. The smell of blood made the snow sculpture notice the two, and they bore the brunt of the attack and became the target of the snow sculpture's attack. The two barely had time to make a sound, and they were pecked by the two snow sculptures separately and disappeared into the night.

After saving Luo Huaixin, Zhang Lejin fell to the ground with a "plop", and the rest of the ten-person team members also had dirt-colored faces, almost rolling on the ground in pain. The loss of their two brothers was a painful and unspeakable torment for them, both mentally and physically.

"Protection...... Protect ......" As the leader of the group of ten, at such a difficult juncture, Zhang Lejin still remembers his responsibilities and refuses to relax. He desperately raised his head to find Han Feng's figure, wanting his brothers to protect the emperor of the Western Dynasty, but he saw the blade of the purple gold machete flashing not far away, and the giant claw of a snow sculpture was cut horizontally, and at the same time, the little prince of Yue Wang shot again, and cut off a snow sculpture head like a knife cutting tofu.

Zhang Lejin's face was hot for a while, and the word "protection" in his mouth was swallowed back, and he was embarrassed to say it anymore. And Luo Huaixin was pulled to the ground by Zhang Lejin just now, and at this moment he also turned over and jumped up, and saw the bloody scene over there.

"......" Luo Huaixin opened his mouth empty, but he didn't know what to say. It turned out that Han Feng was not the only one in the world who had such inhuman abilities, he had opened his eyes in the past few days, and his self-esteem and self-confidence had been crushed again and again, and it was not until this moment that he felt down-to-earth, and he could be regarded as having his heart - since he was powerless to help, he had to find another fighter.

Luo Huaixin sighed lightly, threw the broken family heirloom spear on the ground, picked up an ordinary spear from the soldier's hand, and looked at Bai Xue.

At the very beginning of the battle, the white-haired tiger had already blocked a snow sculpture. Both are alien beasts, and the power of offense and defense is also between them. Snow sculptures are agile and swift in volleys, while white snow is big and thick.

The snow sculpture attacked repeatedly, only pecking at countless white hairs. The white hairs flew like snowflakes, obstructing both its vision and its attack. The snow sculpture was furious, but it was not an extraordinary beast, and after only a few circles in the sky it had a new idea, and when the white hairs were gone, it rushed down and turned to the eyes of the snow to attack.

This is the weakness of the white snow, even if the white-haired tiger is nimble, its claws are difficult to protect its eyes, not to mention that the snow sculpture is much faster than it, and at this moment, a sharp arrow is fired from the side.

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