I only heard the rumbling thunder above, and the voice said: "If you don't leave, don't blame us for not thinking about the same spirit beast!" As soon as these words came out, the wind screamed in the air, and when Han Yiming looked up, he saw that the air had already been surging, and the white dragon and the golden dragon both showed dragon bodies, one white and two gold, and three long bodies, undulating in the air. But the three dragon heads were facing this side, and through the transparent body of the divine beast, Han Yiming could even see the dragon heads of the white dragon and the golden dragon, with round eyes and long beards flying. The white dragon and the golden dragon pounced together, Han Yiming was surprised by their rapid movements, they flew in the air, Han Yiming felt that there was a spicy wind and thunder around him, and his shoulders were pressed by something, and he was overwhelmed, and he wanted to make the sword, but he couldn't even move his fingers.

The Ming Yuan Sword didn't listen to it, Han Yiming had recited the sword trick in his heart, but he didn't see the Ming Yuan Sword pop out of the sheath. I read it twice, and I saw that the senior brothers in front of me were all staggered and fell down. Before he could understand it, his body seemed to be pushed hard, and he fell to the ground involuntarily. Han Yiming wanted to stand up, but he couldn't stand up, he raised his eyes to look ahead, only the two uncles were still standing, and only Ding Wu and the three older brothers were still standing, Han Yiming looked at the back and saw Sima Lingyi, he was standing behind Ding Wu, and his clothes were hunting in the wind. The wind above was terrible, the sky was full of lightning that curled like tree branches, the rolling thunder was endless, and the long claws of the white dragon and the golden dragon had caught the divine beast!

The front paws of the divine beast seemed to be raised, if it weren't for its golden claws, Han Yiming would almost not be able to see that it was its hand, and with a wave of its hand, the gold receded from its palm. The fingertips instantly became sharp and sharp, and as soon as it grabbed in the air, it waved away a dragon claw that was waved in front of it, and its sharp fingertips grabbed the air with a piercing sound, Han Yiming was surprised to see that where its fingertips passed, even the dark clouds dispersed, and it seemed that its fingertips could also cut the dark clouds into pieces. On its hands, it has only four fingers, but they are all extremely long, and the tips are as sharp as the tip of a needle.

The three dragons over there rushed straight over, and it was really violent, and for a while, lightning and thunder roared above the canopy. The lightning was like a sharp blade, cutting through the dark sky, and the snow-white dazzling traces were cut away. The thunder was heavy, accompanied by a heartbeat, and Han Yiming, who fell to the ground, was pressed to the ground. Han Yiming only felt that his body was covered with thunder and lightning, and when he moved slightly, he didn't know where his body was, and there was a numbness in his body. You can hear the small "crackling" sound, and you can see the small sparks jumping on your body. And the shadow that stood between heaven and earth, raised its hand, with a terrible wind sound on its fingertips, but there was nothing abnormal, but the golden light on its fingertips grabbed the golden in the air, and it seemed to sprinkle gold dust. Wherever it grasped with its fingertips, lightning, thunder, and dark clouds were clawed, and the golden strands slowly dissolved, revealing blue sky and white clouds.

The white dragon and the golden dragon all rushed towards it, and the shadow's hand became incomparably huge, a pair of big hands, extremely thick, golden light, from bottom to top, with a wave, the other golden dragon claw in front of it was waved away. With a wave, the golden dragon that had pounced in front of it was swept up by its big hand, and with a flick to the side, the golden dragon's outstretched claws were pulled away. And it swept the golden dragon to the side. Although Han Yiming was lying on the ground, he could not see it clearly. Being able to flick the golden dragon away with a single flick of the golden dragon is really extraordinary! Although Han Yiming has never seen how powerful this golden dragon is, he has seen the power of the white dragon. In front of the deceased white dragon, the monk was as small as a mustard, and he fled in embarrassment, he was the first to strike, and in his eagerness, he forced all living beings to have no way to deal with it. Later, Han Yiming also knew that such a big enchantment was definitely the result of Bai Long's careful consideration. Otherwise, the green dragon and the white dragon and the golden dragon under it are all running like the wind, and he is not careful, and he must not transfer the green dragon away from these times. He is already so powerful, and the golden dragon and white dragon that have become dragons are even more powerful. But at this time, it was waved away by the divine beast that turned into a shadow, and it was really pleasant to look at it.

The white dragon pounced, and it swooped up with a cloud of white mist. It was still far away, and Han Yiming already felt a chill rushing towards him. The white mist above the white dragon's body was a chill! Han Yiming looked at it from a distance, and saw that the armor on its body, and even the corners of its head, were faintly transparent, not as white as snow like the white dragon he had seen before, and he said in his heart: "Is it carved of ice? Why is it so cold?" Thinking about it this way, and looking at the white dragon again, I really feel that it was made of ice and snow. The white mist that rose from its body was because it was made of ice. The white dragon pounced, and suddenly a big hand swept over it. The sound of "dingding" is endless, the divine beast looks like a shadow, but its big hand, as soon as it touches the white dragon, it makes a sound, it seems that both are hard and brittle, and when they touch together, they will make such a sound. The white dragon's sharp long armor cut into the illusory figure of the divine beast at once, and he held it in a void, as if he had grabbed it. The divine beast's body suddenly lit up, and a fire net rose from the inside, spreading out from the place where the white dragon was holding, and in the blink of an eye, it was all wrapped in it, Han Yiming said in his heart, fire and ice collided, I don't know who can have the upper hand. But he couldn't see the upper hand, and he saw that the front paws of the white dragon's virtual grip did not move, but one of the big hands of the divine beast had already grabbed the head of the white dragon in turn.

The white dragon's body writhed, bursts of chill emanated from it, everyone on the ground was shivering with cold, it had never been so cold on the Spirit Mountain, Han Yiming wanted to stand up, but he couldn't. Gusts of cold wind carried the snowflakes and rushed downward, and the two golden dragons had already become a mess with the divine beast. The two golden dragons were different from the white dragons, they were not wrapped in a compulsive chill, and every time they moved, or clawed out, or twisted, the rolling thunder was mixed with extremely loud thunderbolts out of thin air. And the lightning was mixed with thunder, making the gloomy sky even more gloomy. One by one, scorched thunder rolled out of them, which was terrifying, and Han Yiming had already seen several thick thunderbolts smashing into scorched black pits on the ground next to them, but the lightning was also cold. Coupled with the wind and snow brought by the white dragon writhing, the Lingshan Mountain, which is like spring all year round, has become an extremely cold place in an instant! Han Yiming has already experienced the dragon claw of the white dragon, and the hand that can block the blade of the Ming Yuan Sword with his bare hands cannot be called a hand, and it cannot be underestimated. But somehow, at this time, he felt that the dragon claws of the two golden dragons were equally indestructible, and they were as good as the white dragons. Perhaps it was because of the lightning at the tips of their claws, and with the light movement of their claws, small sparks kept flashing at their fingertips, and each swing would bring out powerful lightning.

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It's the weekend, I'm tired, I'm so tired that I'm going to wilt.