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With a sudden thunder, a huge wave suddenly set off in the sea of clouds, like a thousand peaks standing on a wall, bringing people an unprecedented sense of oppression. The familiar intimacy in Chongguang's heart became stronger and stronger, and there seemed to be a flame burning in his chest. He could feel his blood boiling, which was a long-awaited desire.

The white tiger, who had been silent for a long time, couldn't stand it. He opened his huge mouth, exposed his dormant fangs, and roared like a thunder to the sky. As if to echo its roar, a long dragon roared in the sea of clouds, continuous like gold and iron.

Hearing this familiar voice, Chongguang has affirmed his conjecture. Sure enough, as he expected, the sound of the dragon was endless, and the huge waves standing like mountains in the sea of clouds suddenly separated. A blue and black dragon came out of it, and the dragon's body behind its head continued to stretch, which seemed endless.

There was a fierce wind hanging between heaven and earth. The white tiger suddenly jumped up with this wind, stretched out its sharp claws, and rushed to the green dragon with the momentum of sweeping thousands of troops. The dragon's body had not fully unfolded and could not avoid it. It opened its mouth and spit out a strong flame, instantly igniting most of the night sky.

The shock in Chongguang's heart is beyond bound to add. There is no need to ask more questions about this green dragon. It is his flying sword. After a few months, the dragon soul transformed into a flying sword seems to be more powerful. It can even keep up with the white tiger, one of the four saints of ancient times, which is beyond his imagination.

The flame blocked half of the sky and made the night look like day. Although the white tiger's claws are an illusion of the Dharma body, the flame is by no means an ordinary fire in the world. Unexpectedly, it forced the white tiger to withdraw its claws and give the green dragon a space to move.

When the white tiger returned to the northwest corner, the long body of Qinglong finally appeared from the sea of clouds, like an endless river. The white tiger roared, and the staggered thunder and lightning all over his body, gathered in front of it into a mass, and then burst out, highlighting tens of millions of lightning condensed dragon snakes.

The flame and electric light, one left and one right, instantly covered the whole sky. I only saw the fire and electricity shining on the clouds, and the sound of sneer was endless. White tigers and green dragons control thunder and lightning and fire from far away, and the whole sky becomes their battlefield.

At this time, Chongguang completely became a spectator and carefully hid in a corner far away from the battlefield. At this time, the two fierce beasts fighting with each other, one is the yuan god body and the other is the soul transformation. None of them are the original gods and beasts, but the power emitted by them is not diminished at all.

"Roar--" The white tiger couldn't attack for a long time and gradually became a little anxious. Although its Gengjin electric light was fast and unparalleled, the nine-fold flame of the ancient dragon soul was also a treasure of heaven. The two sides fought for hundreds of rounds and were undefeated. This made the white tiger, as the ancient sage, very unwilling, opening his teeth and claws and roaring.

The roar of the tiger lasted for a long time, but the white tiger's body suddenly expanded, several times larger than the original. Although the heavy light has distracting cultivation, the whole picture of the white tiger can no longer be seen at this time. The fierce beast opened his mouth and spit out a little more Gengjin electric light than before.

After the electric light condensed into a group, it did not transform into a dragon snake, but suddenly divided into seven pieces, and then revealed seven yuan gods, which were the seven western white tigers: Kuimu wolf, Lou Jingou, stomach pheasant, blue sun chicken, Biyuewu, fire monkey and ginseng ape. As soon as these seven fierce beasts landed, they came forward to help fight even if they had their own skills. The Kuimu werewolf stood up, holding two long blades of the universe in his hand; the ginseng ape was fierce, holding a moon water fork; the three eyes flashed on the head of the miasma chicken, emitting golden light; the other four beasts also showed their magical power, and the light was staggered for a moment, and the momentum shocked the sky.

The nine flames spewing from the ancient dragon soul are not afraid of thunder and lightning, but the water fork of the ginseng ape can stimulate Xuanyin real water, which is the nemesis of all divine fire. Just for a moment, the overwhelming sea of fire has been extinguished by Xuanyin Zhenshui, and even the dragon soul itself has been flooded all over. The golden light of the Angri chicken suddenly appeared and hit the dragon soul. Suddenly, the ancient dragon was completely extinguished and its body was reduced a lot.

The dragon soul suffered this dull loss. How could it be willing? It opened its mouth and a few fires, but it was extinguished by the ginseng apes. The seven yuan gods urged by the white tiger's Dharma body are almost equivalent to the seven mythical beasts. They are really powerful and boundless. In contrast, the few sacrifices on that day are too far away, like the difference between fireflies and the sun and the moon.

When Chongguang saw that the dragon's soul was frustrated, he was anxious, but he had no way to intervene in this level of competition. Presumably, the person who transformed this empty space with the array did not expect such a change. After not seeing Xi Ying and others for a long time, Chongguang knew that the other party was also afraid of this situation and did not dare to take risks.

His heart surged, but he suddenly heard a strange voice in the Yuanshen: "Isn't it the ancient Dragon King? If you want to compete with the Western Great Sage White Tiger, it's still a pity, it's a pity." Chongguang's heart moved. The sound was not the tone of the wheel king, but it also had a little familiar feeling, but he couldn't remember it for a moment.

The man smiled gently and seemed to see through the heart of the light: "Do you want to save this dragon soul? With the painstaking efforts of the ancient Dragon King, he can communicate with the power of the Dragon King. It's a pity to lose such a flying sword. If you want to save it, you have to pay your heart and blood.

Chongguang was more puzzled and responded in the Yuanshen: "Who are you and how can you sneak into my sea of knowledge?" The man laughed and said, "Instead of trying to guess who I am, it's better to look at the situation in front of me. In another three moments, the dragon soul can't hold on. At that time, the flying sword will be reduced to a mortal iron. The ultimate meaning you are painstakingly seeking will also become a mirror.

Chongguang was shocked and looked up. Sure enough, he saw that the dragon soul ate a few more cruel hands, and the light around the dragon's body also faded. Seeing that the situation was not good, the dragon turned around and rushed to his direction. He did not dare to hesitate any longer. His body turned into a blue light and shot out against the dragon soul.

A person and a dragon met halfway, and the dragon soul whined and turned back to the body of the dragon sword, wandering around him repeatedly. The white tiger looked up to the sky and roared, spitting out thunder and blocking the whole void. Qiju Yuanshen was on each side, and his cowardly eyes were full of murderousness.

Chongguang suddenly took action and grabbed the hilt of the Royal Dragon Sword. He clenched his teeth, and the tip of his tongue overflowed blood, calming his heart with severe pain. He only felt that everything in heaven and earth was silent, and he seemed to be far away from this world, and his heart was peaceful.

There was an inexplicable roar in my ears, like the vegetation blowing through the cliff. He looked at the ferocious face of the seven nights gradually blurred, and his thoughts suddenly flew to hundreds of millions of years ago. The images of countless reincarnations seemed to be very close, still close, and seemed to be far away, and difficult to find.

Thunder condensed in mid-air, forming a sharp spear. The white tiger jumped out and stood up in mid-air. His claws grabbed the handle of the spear. With an earth-shaking tiger roar, it throws the spear into the heavy light.

In front of a mountain-sized white tiger, the heavy body is like a drop in the sea. The spear passed through the heavy body and raised him high, like a piece of meat skewered on the grill. The spear was invisible and qualitative, purely melted by the purest thunder and lightning. At this moment, it penetrated the body of heavy light, and countless electric lights wrapped around his whole body, and there was a burst of sound.

A thunder suddenly burst out, but the tip of the spear burst in the body of the heavy light, and the lightning flooded his body, as if to turn everything into nothing. The huge body of the white tiger landed on the ground, spit out his tongue, and enjoyed his masterpiece with satisfaction.

"Roar-ro--" The thunderlight has not completely dissipated, and suddenly there was another dragon chant from it, as if those once brilliant dragons in ancient time and space appeared here vividly again.