The Year of Lihua: She Was Reborn

The Tibetan soldiers, who were holding spears and bows in their hands, could not help but tremble, with cold sweat on their palms and a difficult and helpless expression on their faces.

“There are fewer people over there!”

Hua Ye moved his ears and clearly heard the heartbeat and breathing sounds on the right side, which were much less, after all, that side was closer to the stone forest.

The three of them moved to the right in unison, back to back, and the encirclement followed their movement.

Just when they had seized the opportunity and were about to charge to the right, a figure holding a huge axe descended from the sky, and a force of force rushed down, hitting the center point of their backs directly.

The three people who were forced to disperse stood on the three sides of the giant axe figure, forming a triangle.

"It's him, the Battle Axe Warrior Chixin!"

Chi Xin held a giant axe that was at least three times bigger than Hua Ye's face. He could swing it with one hand. It was said that one blow from the axe could split a person in half.

Hua Ye, who had seen how powerful he was, couldn't help but tighten his feet and gather all his strength, ready to strike, with beads of sweat dripping down his body...

Hua Ye, who was extremely thirsty, grabbed the Tibetan soldier's water bag, opened it, and drank several mouthfuls of water.

"Be careful, this guy is not easy to deal with!"

"I can tell!"

Chi Xin looked at them with some admiration for their fearlessness of death. When his eyes swept over Hua Ye, a hint of surprise appeared in his round little eyes.

Shouting in poor Central Plains dialect: "Why are you a girl?"

He carried the giant axe on his thick and fleshy shoulder with one hand and looked at Hua Ye with disdain.

In an instant, the three of them were surrounded, forming three encirclement circles, and the opponent wanted to defeat them one by one.

Chi Xin, standing at the center point, walked around and finally chose Zuo Nian, who seemed to be equally matched with him.

"Get out of the way!" He shouted in Tibetan to the soldiers to make way. He ran forward with his feet about eight inches apart and chopped at Zuo Nian with his axe.

Fortunately, they dodged in time. The axe struck the sand and left a deep crack. The raised sand blew onto the faces of the crowd.

Fortunately, I wore a mask, otherwise I would have been choked by the sand I breathed in...

Zuo Nian was unable to withstand the fierce attack, and Mu Qi, who wanted to help, was blocked by the fighting soldiers.

In a panic, Hua Ye was stabbed in the waist by a dagger from a sneak attack. She raised her hand and swung the sword backwards. The man's head immediately fell to the ground, and the dagger was pulled out.

She hurriedly grasped the wound on her waist, but her palm was too small to cover the scar, and blood kept oozing out and dripping into the sand.

Suddenly, the wind and clouds suddenly changed. Dark clouds pressed down, and a hurricane blew by. Sand and gravel were blown up by the wind, blinding everyone's eyes...

The wind was sometimes strong and sometimes weak, making it difficult for people to stand steadily. Hua Ye took out the dagger from his boots, stuck it in the sand, and crawled on the ground.

The Tibetan soldiers were swept into the hurricane's winds. Out of a team of a hundred or so men, only a handful were left, clinging to the sand against the wind.

Strangely enough, the hurricane only appeared at the center of Hua Ye and spread outward to the encirclement.

The wind and sand were getting stronger and stronger, but Chi Xin was still fighting with Zuo Nian with great effort. His axe was a little shaky when he raised it, but he still refused to give up.

Hua Ye was unable to withstand the force of the wind. The pain in his waist became more and more obvious, and the blood color on his face gradually faded, replaced by paleness.

In a daze, a figure appeared in the wind and sand. Xuzhi was wearing Zuo Nian's dark blue double-breasted robe, black wrist guards on both hands, and his silver-white hair was half tied with a black ribbon.

His long and thin eyebrows were almost wrinkled into a shape of an eight, his bloodless thin lips were tightly pursed, and his almond-shaped eyes were filled with anger.

Seeing his little disciple, who was full of energy and confidence in the morning, become so pitiful now, his eyes suddenly changed.

Those caught in the wind and sand were instantly devoured by the poisonous insects in the sand, leaving only a pile of bones...

The heartbreaking screams pierced the Tibetan army on the sand slope, and they blew the horn to retreat...

Mu Qi inserted the Dragon Devouring Spear more than 8 inches into the ground, holding the spear tightly and not daring to loosen his grip, otherwise he would be swept into the hurricane and die without a burial place.

Zuo Nian not only grasped the hilt of the knife stuck in the ground with one hand, but also pulled Chi Xin, who was halfway up, and landed him steadily on the ground, motionless...

Chi Xin's chubby face and small eyes looked at Zuo Nian in disbelief, somewhat puzzled...

Hua Ye squinted his already hazy eyes and looked at the silver-white figure in front of him, calling out softly: "Master Xuzhi, you're here!"

Hearing Master Xuzhi's soft and gentle call, the hurricane stopped immediately, the wind and sand fell to the ground, and the sea and sky became vast and calm again, a sea of ​​sand without any waves.

There was also a little white bone buried in the sand...