Transmigration begins with archery training

Logically speaking, the cessation of heavy snow should be a good thing.

But Murong Huatuo noticed something was wrong.

As long as the revival of the evil veins continues, the ice and snow should not stop.

"General!"

"Look!"

"Heavy snow!"

"..."

Murong Huatuo looked up again.

I saw.

Where the blizzard has subsided.

But...

The blizzard was simply converging on Hongze Camp's army!

"Whoohoo-"

"call--"

between heaven and earth.

The storm suddenly arose.

The intensity was so great that it could almost send men and horses flying, forcing them to temporarily halt their charge.

And the source of the storm.

It's Hongze Camp!

Storms raged from all sides, and Hongze Camp was the gathering point of all the storms.

All the ice and snow were pulled up above them.

Therefore, there was not a single snowflake within a radius of a hundred miles.

"What kind of magic is this?!"

Murong Huatuo frowned, then suddenly remembered something: "A celestial book?!"

"General, it must be a celestial book!"

"The thunder and fog at Hulao Pass seem to be real!"

"what to do?!"

"What should we do?!"

"..."

"Roar--"

With another dragon's roar, the torrential ice and snow, gathered by the storm, merged with every Great Sheng cavalryman, not only the men but also their warhorses, which were perfectly integrated into the blizzard.

Ever since.

The true form of the dragon became even clearer under the influence of ice and snow.

It's not some long, single-line formation.

They formed a true dragon!

A giant ice and snow dragon!

"dragon!"

"There's a dragon!"

"The Heavenly Book has summoned a real dragon!"

"..."

"What are you panicking for?! It's just a smokescreen!"

Murong Huatuo reassured the troops: "It's just a snowfall. Even if it's a dragon, it's still snow in the end. Look at your feet, the snow collapses with every step. It's not going to crush you to death!"

"boom--"

The words fell.

Suddenly, the mountains collapsed and the earth cracked.

The snow avalanche!

……

"Whoosh-"

The storm continues.

In the ice and snow.

The soldiers of Hongze Battalion, who were almost frozen to death, found that their situation did not worsen after more snow and hurricanes arrived; instead, they suddenly became warmer.

No.

The word "warmth" cannot be used to describe it.

To be more precise, it should be described as being like a fish in water!

Just like fish, which are born to live in water.

They are born that way.

It should be in the snow and ice!

The discomfort caused by the extreme cold gradually faded away, and even the frostbite on his body recovered. The warhorses under his feet became more energetic, each raising its head and neighing.

"Great Snow Dragon Rider!"

"charge--"

The commander's order was issued.

The giant ice dragon began to surge forward.

As the soldiers charged, more and more ice and snow covered their armor. The ice and snow neither fell off nor melted, but simply stuck to the surface and turned into frost armor as they charged!

The frost covering them and their warhorses appeared to be only a thin layer, but it contained an inexplicable and mysterious power that extended and spread to their weapons.

The soldiers of Hongze Camp were like incarnations of ice and snow dragons!

The dragon-horse neighed.

The ice blades danced.

Mountains and rivers collapsed.

Heavy snowfall!

"Rumble--"

A loud bang followed.

The entire mountain range within a radius of hundreds of miles was avalancheed!

It was like a tsunami.

The rolling sea of ​​snow transforms into a waterfall cascading down from a height of thousands of feet.

The barbarian army of 100,000 men was arrayed in an incredibly long formation. Near the foot of the mountain, hundreds and thousands of barbarian soldiers were swallowed up by the waterfall of snow and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

"General!"

"They really can control the celestial phenomena!"

"..."

"Cut the nonsense!"

"The ice and snow dragon is nothing but a smokescreen. Such a grand spectacle has caused too much commotion, so an avalanche is to be expected. How could we, the men of the grasslands, be as cowardly as you?!"

Murong Huatuo raised his battle sword high: "Whoever it is, as long as they can make the white-robed man shed a single drop of blood, will be ennobled in the future!"

Just a drop of blood is enough to be granted a noble title!

With such a generous reward, the barbarian soldiers, who were initially somewhat panicked, suddenly burst forth with immense courage, and the ten thousand Ironclad Cavalry charged forward to meet the ice and snow dragon.

It's impossible for them to kill Chen Sanshi!

However, in the midst of a vast army, there is still a good chance of getting this person to shed a single drop of blood.

Just one drop of blood is enough to guarantee a lifetime of wealth and honor!

One black, one white.

Two giant waves collided and clashed across the snow-covered plain.

Murong Huatuo, who led the Iron Pagoda, quickly analyzed the biggest weakness of the Hongze Camp.

White robe!

He couldn't help but marvel at this man's ability to lead troops.

To maintain such formidable fighting strength and willpower during a long march in such harsh conditions is truly rare.

But it's obvious.

The white-robed leader is the backbone of Hongze Camp!

As long as he dies!

Hongze Camp is bound to collapse!

And he.

According to the information obtained.

During the battle at the Agate River, he was only at the Xuanxiang realm!

But Murong Huatuo simply didn't believe it.

He guessed that this person must have already reached the Martial Saint realm, otherwise how could he have broken through the Agate River tribe in such a short time?

The reason why Yuwen Jingwen died at the hands of the white-robed man was definitely because he underestimated his enemy and was careless.

He, Murong Huatuo, would never make this mistake.

While pondering.

The vanguard of the two armies are about to engage in a head-on confrontation.

At the very front of the ice and snow dragon's head was that white robe.

In Murong Huatuo's mind, he treated him as a martial saint with all his might. In the face of the oncoming ice and snow storm, he used his breathing technique to the extreme. The mixed qi circulated in layers in his body and then transformed into protective true qi. Then, the veins on his forehead, neck and arms bulged, his body size suddenly doubled, and his blood and qi entered a violent state in an instant. With the support of the rolling true qi, the long sword in his hand transformed into a strange and fierce tiger beast with wings and more than ten feet tall. The aftershocks alone forced the deputy general who was originally walking side by side to deliberately fall a few steps behind to avoid the sharp edge.

In his mind, he recalled the scene of swinging his sword five thousand times a day when he was a teenager practicing martial arts, his master's earnest teachings, how he defeated his first opponent, what he lost to his enemy for the first time, how he gradually became stronger, which benefactor he met on his journey of cultivation, and how he gradually reached the pinnacle of swordsmanship and became a martial saint in this world!

Every martial saint.

They all led their own wonderful lives.

They are one in a million, and the focus of everyone's attention.

In just a few decades, they have reached the pinnacle of this world, which is subject to restrictions. How can you say that it is not amazing?

Two thousand four hundred and fifty-seven games!

Murong Huatuo sat on horseback with his eyes closed.

He remembered it clearly.

Including sparring, martial arts competitions, and all sorts of fights and battles, big and small.