The white dragon dancing in the sky was like a demon god who destroyed the world, dark clouds covered the sky and the sun, and the raging thunder snake flickered in the clouds, and almost in an instant, the sky and the earth fluttered with goose feather-like snow.

Although the dragon clan has not yet become a Yanhuang totem, it is born with the ability to resist thunder and lightning, palm wind and rain, and its power is the top even in the ranks of divine beasts.

Therefore, even if it is a powerful Qingqiu Fox with a thousand-year-old cultivation, it is still not its opponent.

This is not due to the strength of the energy in the body, nor is it the difference in attributes, but the difference in the talent points of the two races, compared to the Qingqiu Fox, the Dragon and the Jiao People are obviously superior in battle.

It's like the same sixth-grade elementary school student, one with a gun and the other with his bare hands, in essence, they are indeed equal, but their combat effectiveness is far from equal.

Of course, this is just a metaphor, and the gap between them is far from that big.

......

As the white fox's silent footsteps faded away in the snow, his elf-like figure in the snow also disappeared into the vast white world. He continued to walk, until he reached a high platform made of cold ice, and then he stopped abruptly.

He stretched out his front paws and pressed them against the center of the platform.

The next moment, the thick ice sheet creaked apart, like a gate, and the layers of ice stairs stretched down, and the white foxes on both sides crawled on the ground, saluting reverently, welcoming the lord of Qingqiu.

He stepped into his kingdom under ice, a mountain city of rugged and rugged passages beneath the thick ice caps and rock formations, and it would be futile for thousands of people to attack if an enemy came to attack.

The white fox nodded with a fixed expression and continued along the stairs, the clumps of ice above his head like spears, which would be a deadly threat to any intruder.

It wasn't until the white shadow disappeared at the corner of the stairs that a whisper sounded behind him, it was the two white foxes guarding the Qingqiu portal.

"Why did the White Lord provoke the Dragon Lord again?"

"Hey, this is rare and strange for you, as long as the two of them meet, how many times will they not fight? According to our white lord's temperament, it is strange that the dragon lord's violent temper can withstand it!"

"Yes, but isn't there going to be a war recently, will the white lord and the dragon lord affect ......?"

"Don't worry! In two days, these two will definitely be reconciled again. ”

The firm words that sounded behind him finally made the white fox's firm footsteps pause.

He turned his head, his cold eyes stared at the angry roaring white dragon in the sky through layers of cold ice, the dark clouds gradually dispersed, and the white dragon was about to leave.

He turned his head and sighed, a trace of loneliness flashed in his heart after all.

"This time...... There will be no reconciliation again. ”

Turned.

Leave.

No more regrets.

"A Thousand Years of Friendship ......"

"The Covenant of the Ages......

The white fox's eyes flashed with a persistent light, not only for faith, but also for the survival of Qingqiu.

If you can't afford the war, who dares to talk about the ending lightly?

Who knows that the so-called heavenly machine that you Bailong saw was not what the bear wanted you to see?

Tianji has long been blinded, we are all gambling, White Dragon!

Qingqiu is not your Jiao's people, he is strong in battle, even if he is defeated, at most he can escape into the deep sea, he can still survive. But we can't afford to lose, so we can only choose the strongest side, and for now, Jiuli is far stronger than Youxiong.

He smiled wryly and shook his head, he didn't say it, but even if he said it, it wouldn't make any sense. He knew this friend of his too well, who was stubborn, conceited, and domineering, as if all the dragons he saw were all of this virtue.

He will not listen to him, he will only demand that he obey everything about him.

So he won't persuade, because there is no point.

Everyone knows that it is the best choice for Qingqiu and the people of Jiao to unite together, everyone's starting point is good, and everyone hopes that their respective ethnic groups can survive, but the same ...... No one can convince the other.

This is a battle of ideas, not right or wrong.

He doesn't blame the white dragon, and likewise, he has a clear conscience.

Even if it is for the enemy when we say goodbye, even if we cut the snow and break the righteousness - the white dragon, Qingqiu will be heavier than you and me after all!

.......

Three days later, Qingqiu and Jiuli met at Zhuo (zhuō) deer.

A war that will determine the fate of Shenzhou in the future is about to break out, Chiyou gathered nine Dongyi clans, and eighty-one brothers, beasts and human language, copper heads and iron foreheads, eating sand and stones, building staffs, knives, halberds, crossbows, the army is like fire, with the power of defeating the Yandi tribe, and the Yanhuang Alliance confronts Zhuolu.

Two large tribal alliances, totaling hundreds of tribes and nearly 100,000 troops, kicked off the decisive battle in this ancient land.

There is no doubt that the Chiyou tribe, which is already stronger than the Yanhuang tribe, has the upper hand from the beginning, winning all nine battles, boosting morale, and once reaching its peak.

But this was only a small victory, when the Jiuli Alliance found that it had failed to defeat the Yanhuang Alliance after nine consecutive victories, it began to brew a more terrifying offensive, but the white dragon was raging, dispersing the Fengbo Yu Division, and the two armies faced each other, and the Yanhuang Alliance was still under the leadership of Ji Youxiong, who held the sword of the Holy Dao, and successfully resisted the offensive of the Jiuli tribe.

Since then, the peak of Jiuli has been completely curbed, from prosperity to decline.

The battle intensified, and the people of Qingqiu finally joined the war.

With the help of these fox clans, who are good at illusions and spells and have unparalleled agility, Jiuli once achieved a series of small victories, but soon, the powerful Jiaozhi people made a move.

At first, the two sides were still bound by the constraints of their respective patriarchs and the friendship that had lasted for thousands of years, but as the battle intensified, until a skirmish, the people of Jiao helped the Yanhuang Alliance kill a team of Qingqiu foxes, and the bloody battle completely kicked off.

Hatred and blood gradually obscured the friendship that had been there.

He looked at those incomparable opponents, looked at his former friends, who were unstoppable on the battlefield at the moment, calling for wind and rain, the balance of war gradually tilted, and he realized that the Yanhuang tribe with the help of the gods may really be the destiny of the heavens.

He made the wrong choice......

But there is no way back.

The people of Qingqiu are not good at fighting, even if their bloodline, talent, and physique all belong to the ranks of divine beasts, but after all, they are far inferior to those divine beast races that are born with strong combat power.

The war is still raging, both sides have suffered heavy casualties, those brothers of Chiyou are now dead in pieces, only a dozen people remain, the patriarch of the Kuafu tribe died in battle, there is not one out of ten people, this ancient giant clan was almost wiped out.

The white fox was injured in the night, it was an incomparably strong woman, summoning the heavenly fire, nothing was burned, for the lower realm of the gods, its name was Lu, even if he was as strong as a thousand-year-old beast, he was not defeated by the gods after all.

Finally, the lame white fox saw the man, holding a long and narrow piece of iron engraved with the sun, moon and stars, mountains, rivers and plants, and it was said that he was the lord of destiny, the future master of the human race, and the patriarch of the bear tribe - Ji Youxiong.

The white fox stared at the sword, his eyes flashing with doubt: "What is that?"

"It's a sword!"

The sword is not a popular weapon now, and it can even be said that it is rare, at least until now, the white fox has seen such a person make this kind of weapon, but I don't know why, as soon as he saw this sword, he spontaneously had the idea that he should also use the sword.

For no reason, it seems to be destined in the dark, just like the white dragon chose a big gun as a weapon when he first took on a human form.

He retreated.

Not afraid of the leader of the Yanhuang tribe, but feeling that he needed a sword too.

He squatted on the fire of the sky attracted by the Celestial Maiden, and only a scorched stump remained, and he squatted for a day and a night.

From the next day, a sword intent suddenly emerged, followed by a surging sword qi surging out from around his body, tearing the wooden stake in an instant.

And in the midst of the debris flying in the sky, dead wood turned into a sword!

He had a sword.

He became human.

He stared at the battlefield and swung his sword to make a bloody storm.

He didn't know where this familiarity came from, but he knew that his shortcomings in having no weapon to kill would be made up for in his possession of great divine power.

"I haven't lost this battle yet. ”

No one knows that after fusing the more and more exquisite way of the fairy sword in later generations, unlocking the stroke of genius, and will enter the wine, the white fox of the sword of the river will be relatively primitive here, and generally only rely on strong mana to show what kind of edge it shows in the mythical era.

The white dragon in the sky noticed this old friend of his, and he was a little puzzled, how could the fox become so strong?

So he went up to him, hoping to entangle his old friend and not get involved in the increasingly dangerous situation.

And then—

He was slashed with a sword and slashed into the sky with dragon blood.

Just a sword.

Fate changes, and the future is no longer certain.

The white fox that didn't deserve to die may also die on this land.

......

The battle of Zhuolu finally ended with the victory of the Yanhuang Alliance, no matter how strong he was the white fox, he was not the opponent of the true son of heaven after all.

He is more like a praying mantis unwilling to resist the wheel of history, even if it sets off a temporary wave, it will eventually be rolled over by the wheel, turned into rotten dust, and then gradually becomes a villain in the myth in the long history.

Or a demon king, or a monster?

The remnants of the Jiuli army, led by Chi You, retreated to Qingqiu, which was easy to defend and difficult to attack, and was the last line of defense they could rely on, but just like what the Qingqiu fox clan did.

However, this is destined to perish for Yanhuang, although he is eloquent, he is still powerless to return to the sky, the overlord Chi You is just like the overlord of the later generations, no matter who it is, he can already find that Jiuli has reached the end of the road.

The man who turned into the white fox looked indifferent, looking at the white dragon that had turned into a human form in front of him, clutching the damaged, ridiculous wooden sword, but no one would think so, especially now, after the wooden sword was watered with blood and condensed the killing machine of Sen Ran.

"Surrender, fox, the tide is set. The white dragon said indifferently, the armor on his chest was seriously damaged, which was caused by the white fox.

"Qingqiu lost the bet. The corners of the white fox's mouth flashed with a hint of bitterness, "Promise me to keep the last trace of Qingqiu's blood for me." ”

Bai Long frowned: "You still want to fight?"

The white fox smiled rarely, and fell into the city with a smile: "Ji Youxiong won't let me go." ”

Because he didn't dare!