Su Bian Cultivation World

Ignoring Baihezhou, which was about to explode on the spot, Dong Shuangyu raised her hands to cover her tearful eyes, as if her mood was finally shaken and she couldn't control herself.

He hoarsely said: "No matter what, I can't take action against the suzerain... Today I will make the suzerain known to the world, the suzerain will be killed if you want to be cut, do whatever you want... that's it."

Dong Shuangyu repeated disheartenedly: "That's it."

How miserable his life experience is, and how outstanding his demeanor is.

At such a moment, Dong Shuangyu could still politely call Baihe State "Suzerain".

For a moment, his integrity and etiquette amazed everyone present, only Baihezhou was so angry that he immediately ascended to heaven.

The words "to kill or to be cut" sound nice, but you are really at my disposal, don't retreat so quickly to that spirit snake boy!Let this divine dragon get in the way!

Dong Shuangyu's mouth is full of benevolence, righteousness and morality, and he is very dignified, but in his heart he is looking forward to his death in Baihezhou!

This familiar style, the way of gagging, coupled with the undeniable splash of dirty water in the face, and the words that wash oneself clean afterwards...

Baihezhou's depression and anger almost doubled in an instant.

Dong Shuangyu really deserved to be the eldest son of Baihu who was handed down in his own line. He put the method he learned from Baihu on Baihu again, almost making Baihezhou feel that he was being violently beaten by a mirror.

He glared at Dong Shuangyu step by step back to Luo Jiujiang, and then turned his back.

Dong Shuangyu lowered her palm, and there was still a drop of cooling tears that belonged to her.He didn't even turn his head to look in the direction of the white tiger master, and his two light-colored eyes, like glazed beads, turned straight to Luo Jiujiang.

"Master Luo, you owe me a favor."

Luo Jiujiang nodded readily: "It's natural."

Dong Shuangyu looked at him at the same level for a while, and sighed leisurely: "This is a desperate favor... 64 hexagrams, only the Qian hexagram is better. Mr. Luo..."

The following words must never be said, so Dong Shuangyu can only think about it in his heart.

Mr. Luo, Dong Shuangyu's actions and words, every action, all coincide with the principle of yin and yang spells, follow the rules, and never take half a step on the dangerous peak.But today, in order to earn this favor, I broke the precept for you.

Luo Jiujiang was taken aback when he heard the words, because Dong Shuangyu never raised the price. If he wanted to say that this was a desperate favor, there must be something strange behind it.

"Dong Daoyou means..."

Dong Shuangyu frowned slightly. It seemed that he didn't like other people asking questions, and he didn't like answering other people's questions clearly.

"A gentleman works all day long, and is vigilant at night. He is fierce and blameless. It is so easy to kill the white tiger with a sharp tongue. Mr. Luo, what is difficult is the change after the death of the white tiger."

Luo Jiujiang thought for a while, and tentatively said: "Three thousand worlds will lack a leader, right?"

Dong Shuangyu sighed.

He glanced at Luo Jiujiang casually.

I don't know why, Dong Shuangyu's eyes often give people the illusion of self-doubt, not because he deliberately belittles or scorns you, but you feel that you are so stupid that it breaks his heart.

"Mr. Luo." Dong Shuangyu corrected softly: "Only unexpected things are called variables."

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After a short conversation between Luo Jiujiang and Dong Shuangyu, Baihu raised his head and roared to the sky, and in the blink of an eye, he had already revealed his beautiful tiger face.

In the eyes of outsiders, Baihezhou originally held a good hand, but somehow he was beaten into such a bad state.

However, they don't know that his past association with Xuanwu is an internal problem, and the Xie family, who was bullied and slaughtered by him, and countless other clans like the Xie family are external problems.

Now the inside and outside burst out at the same time, just like a monk with a glamorous appearance with sores on the skin and carbuncles in the internal organs, spreading miserable like festering syphilis, and the stench was indescribable for a while.

It's just a self-inflicted retribution, and he deserves such a calamity in his life.

Baihezhou has the heart to step on several small worlds, use Xuanwu's secret whistle to point his feet, and send himself a road to the sky.I didn't expect that when I stood too high for a while, it would be extremely painful when I fell down.

Whether it was the triple formation that he instructed, or Xie's Shuqi that he conspired back then, and even Dong Shuangyu, who was raised by him as a substitute for a dead ghost, they all turned over and slapped him on the face one after another. .

These slaps from retribution slapped and crackled, each slap louder than the last—the most frightening thing is that they didn't want to tear off his Baihezhou face, they wanted to strangle him directly by the neck, his life.

The white tiger's main face was as sinking as water, and he let out a long breath of foul air.

Look, what a group of brats forced him to be in this miserable state!

However, a pair of Dao couples who were born in the past two decades, the orphan of the Xie family who did not know how to use special skills to advance to Yuanying, and the only Dao source left in his body is only worthy of Dong Shuangyu, who can only be discussed with a thousandth of a trace.

How could Baihu be forced into such a situation by just relying on their young children?

Have they forgotten that the white tiger is one of the four sacred beasts, not the Suzaku who has been nailed in the living coffin of the Suzaku Palace all year round and cannot move; let alone the blue dragon who is so old that he doesn't even have a single heir?

He is a majestic white tiger, with the source of Dao in the palm of his hand, and he is as famous as Xuanwu in today's chaotic world!

At the same time that the trembling white tiger showed its original shape, Han Qianling sneered.

In an instant, Yubai and Canglan faced each other, the west and the center clashed, Qisu went straight to Ziwei Emperor Star, and the revolving fate made a creaking sound in the dark.

The colorful tiger collides with the soaring black dragon. Between the intersecting fingers and claws, between the scales and furs, and the collision of the essence of the source of the avenue, it is as if a fire is lit in the center of the world.

Gathering all seven colors, the flame turned into a dazzling white light, enveloping two alien silhouettes, forcing all the guests to close their eyes.

Dong Shuangyu raised her head as if feeling something, her eyes were half-closed out of concern for the stinging white light.

It seems that in his inheritance memory, there was such an earth-shattering battle when Shenlong subdued the white tiger.

In the primordial chaos of heaven and earth, among giant peaks, strange rocks, and endless wind and rain, the two wild figures of the same alien race intertwined and wrestled, spilling a lot of dripping blood into the bare mud puddles along the way.

The most powerful existence who once commanded the alien species, assigned the four elephants, and commanded the nine races...

He once used his own power to split the world, split the chaos into two, and he also supported the first ray of light in the three thousand worlds with his own hands.

The beasts and monsters living in the chaos have never seen such a pure light, so when the first light was born from the turbid world, all creatures closed their eyes with tears.

The light was too bright, too dazzling, so they felt ashamed to look directly at it.

But now, between the white tiger and the dragon in the battle, there is still such a dazzling light colliding.

Shenlong Shenlong, Hu Bugui!

Perhaps Shenlong has returned, and rushed into everyone's eyes with the blood debt wrapped in wind and rain thousands of years ago, but many people were still sleepy and failed to witness his second king's landing for the first time.

Dong Shuangyu took a deep breath, her fingers trembling slightly behind her back.

He smelled blood in the air.

A Qingyue dragon cry came from mid-air, and what entered Dong Shuangyu's ears together with the dragon cry was Luo Jiujiang's smile beside him.

His laughter matched the final sound of the high-pitched dragon's chant, like some kind of strange note, with its own rhythm that others could not interfere with.

Luo Jiujiang read affectionately and proudly: "Qianling."

Dong Shuangyu was finally able to open his eyes. He saw the white light slowly fading from the center of the fierce battle, and the first thing he saw was a white tiger covered in blood.

On the white tiger's back was the most conspicuous wound on the rolled flesh, with three paw prints imprinted on it. The fur was soaked with his own blood, and it stuck to his back in a mess.

The blood spilled from his body was as bright as it was at the seven-day feast.

And the blue flying dragon was also torn off half of the body's scales, and the palm-sized dragon scales flew down in the air, with blood on the roots, but it did not diminish his grandeur as the winner.

Luo Jiujiang stretched out his hand to catch a piece of blue scale, and let out a cry of pain and pity.

Dong Shuangyu doesn't care much about those things—about injuries, wins and losses, or anything else about the relationship between children.

He only saw that the young Shenlong was guarding his own long sky and hovering above the defeated white tiger.

Today's proud and beautiful dragon will eventually become tomorrow's new dragon god.

Dong Shuangyu let out a long breath slowly.

On the other side, Xie Chuncan fully drew his bow towards the white tiger in the air.

Just now, the burst of white light cuts across all directions like a knife's edge without distinguishing between the enemy and us.

However, Xie Chuncan remained motionless, allowing himself to be pierced by the light with tears in his eyes.

The outcome of Baihezhou and Hanqianling has not yet been decided. If Baihezhou has the upper hand in this battle, then his arrow rain should rush away immediately.

Even if he didn't... Could it be that Xie Chuncan still let this great enemy who ruined his family die at the hands of others?

He used to think that unless Baihezhou was dead, he would not be able to shed tears anymore.Now that he has shed tears, the reverse is also true.

Xie Chuncan raised the corners of his lips coldly, and thought almost paranoidly: Baihezhou can only die by his hands, and the life of this hypocrite will definitely be ended by him himself!

The long arrows whizzed away, one arrow after another, seven arrows flew out at the same time, and then seven feathered arrows hit the bowstring.These streams of arrows are almost connected end to end, and the momentum is like a rain of meteor beads across the sky.

It's just that the tails of meteors are the bands of starlight, and every feathered arrow sent out from Xie Chuncan's hand is heavily dripped with his warm blood.

It is also tied to his deep-seated hatred.

The white tiger was slumped and defeated under the attack of the dragon, and only then broke free from the terrifying coercion of the power of Daoyuan, and the meteor arrow rain hit his back.

But what is different from before is that this time, there is no surplus Dao source to form a cover, allowing Baihu to connect several arrows without changing his expression.

With the wind in his palm, countless long arrows with blood-dropping tail feathers deflected away, and the roar of the tiger blew away another batch.However, there are still remnants of the arrows of capture, like long eyes piercing through his open flesh and blood, like a stubborn Xie Chuncan who clenched his teeth and struggled to survive to this day.

"Brother Han!" Xie Chuncan roared, "Leave Baihe State to me!"

The blue dragon watched the battle situation from top to bottom, and finally swooped down from the air, following what Xie Chuncan said.

As soon as Han Qianling withdrew, Baihezhou immediately felt the pressure on his head loosen.Half annoyed and half vented, he faced Xie Chuncan, roaring like a rumbling tiger, "You really don't know how much you weigh?"

Those blood-stained feather arrows broke under Baihe State's coercion one after another. Without Han Qianling's suppression, Baihe State was finally able to draw out the source of Dao to deal with Xie Chuncan.

Xie Chuncan looked at him coldly, a golden light suddenly shone from his empty left sleeve.

"You killed my family Xie for the book prayer, and today you are doomed to die under the book prayer."

His words were sonorous, as if he was swearing to some soul in the dark.