On Chiyou's bull-like head, the broken horns of the bull meander and thrust towards the sky, like an unyielding heroic soul, bound to let God know his spirit.

He sprayed hot iron sand in his mouth, turning into a storm, which could pierce the bodies of hundreds of enemies at once, breaking them into rotten sacks, and flames erupted from his pupils, like a fire in hell, raging on the battlefield with the fox fire of the Qingqiu fox clan that could freeze the soul, killing people without any plan.

His wings behind him are like Dapeng birds, rising in the air, overlooking the earth, and at the moment of locking the two emperors of Yan and Huang standing side by side, he swooped down, like Mount Tai pressing the top.

He had three heads and six arms, a giant axe, a big sword, and a long ge, and six pillar-like feet on the ground, winding like a spider's web, and the entire green hill was shaking.

He is the primeval demon god of this era, and even if he is a real god, he can fight.

A battle shattered the sky, endless sword light shone, sword intent soared into the sky, that white figure summoned thousands of ice flying swords, forming a circular sword array that condensed the amount of thunder and electricity, which was like a big river rushing, and the sword qi washed back and forth.

No matter how powerful an enemy is, he can't pass through that long river of sword qi.

The shouting of killing shook the heavens and the earth, and it had already fallen into a desperate situation, and the Jiuli tribe, which had become a stepping stone for the rise of the Yanhuang tribe, broke out with unimaginable terrifying power at this moment.

It's like a shipwreck.

It's like a fight against the water.

The outcome had been predicted, but why did they die today?

The shouts of killing shook the heavens and the earth, and in the killing, the ancestors seemed to have turned into devils from hell, fighting selflessly.

There were too many warriors of the two races who died in battle, hundreds of ancestors with strange bloodlines died here, the demons who were driven away, the bones of the barbarian beasts accumulated into a mountain, and those mythical generals of the two races were not spared, and they died in battle.

It was a bloody battle that even the gods would be shocked.

The blood flowed, gathered in the city and river, melted the snow mountains that did not melt all year round, and a pool of blood was frozen by the ice, crystal like jade, and was gradually buried by the wind and snow, but in an instant, it was washed away by more blood.

Countless swords turned into ice are still raging on the battlefield, these cold ice taken from the ridge of Qingqiu are extremely tough, and they are blessed with sword qi, except for the Yellow Emperor who holds the Xuanyuan sword, no one can stop this Qingqiu White Lord who has become a demon fox.

Without the containment of the Drought God Heavenly Maiden, he seemed to have become a demon star from ancient times to the present, he rushed into the battlefield, his whole body was soaked in blood and turned scarlet, and the monstrous demonic power rumbled out, and the evil power that was not tolerated by heaven and earth even the Jiuli clan, who was already good at many witchcraft, felt a tingling of scalp.

Under the premise of this series of bloody battles and the condensation of sins becoming more and more serious, he actually became even stronger!

Some of the Hundred Clansmen began to retreat, and the little patriarchs no longer dared to roar and charge, they were as weak as children in the face of this power.

The originally clear ending seems to have become confusing again at this moment.

Emperor Yan was already invincible to Chi You, even if he added a Yellow Emperor who was stronger than himself, he would only fight a draw with Chi You, who was fighting wildly, which was unbelievable.

The patriarchs of the two great clans who were on an equal footing could only match Chi You alone, which made many of the armies of the Yanhuang Alliance feel fear from the bottom of their hearts.

Does this mean that Chiyou is more qualified than the Yellow Emperor to unify Shenzhou?

As soon as this idea came out, the military qi dispersed, and the golden dragon that could still compete with the long river of the white fox's sword qi collapsed and dissipated in an instant, although their strength was thousands of times stronger than that of Jin Wuwei, but from the moment they wavered in their hearts, they were no longer as good as Jin Wuwei.

At least they are united until they die.

Like a demon god, Chiyou roared and tore a brute beast apart, bathed in blood, and ate its heart raw, and the totem lines on his body exuded a rich bloody aura, as if the more he fought, the stronger he became.

Because he finally saw hope, he died and lived, ruled the world, and became the co-master of the human race, the hope of dominating all races.

Behold, heavens, I am far better than the Yellow Emperor you have chosen!

He roared angrily, fought with the Yellow Emperor Yandi again, and gradually, actually suppressed them.

However, with a dark will blessed on the body of the Yellow Emperor, everything disappeared, as if time was frozen, and all the hustle and bustle had become empty.

On the Xuanyuan sword, the four patterns are brilliant, the sun, the moon and the stars, the mountains and rivers, the grass and trees, the farming and animal husbandry, and the four seas are unified...... The golden light rises like the rising sun, and the golden crow cries spread out in all directions.

Chiyou's eyes widened, he tried to break free from the invisible bondage, but he found that he had no control over his body at all, he had to erupt, he wanted to roar.

With such a sword, how can he forge it from Ji Youxiong, who can only play with wheels?

The anger in his eyes grew stronger, and the flames burned.

His bloody jaws opened and closed, and he roared silently.

He wants to ask the heavens how unfair they are!?

Such a sword is not at all what the Yellow Emperor can forge, this is the sword of the chosen one!

However, he didn't have a chance to ask this question after all, there has never been absolute fairness in the world, at least he still has a chance to fight, and he can be the most powerful opponent of his Yellow Emperor throughout the ages.

The golden sword qi finally condensed to the limit, like the sun in the sky, like a star that had collapsed to the limit, and with the swing of the sword blade, it burst out in an instant.

The sword qi rushed straight into Xiao Han, and a line of blood appeared from the neck of the scout.

In the next moment, three huge heads like millstones fell.

The freeze of time disappeared, and the noise rose again, but the silence like death still spread quickly throughout the Jiuli tribe like a plague, and gradually, the cheers rose again, it was the Yanhuang Alliance.

"Chiyou is dead. ”

"The tide is over. ”

The white fox sighed, the brilliance in his demonic purple eyes gradually dimmed, he knew that at that moment, if the golden sword was aimed at him, his ending would not be any different from Chi You.

He died even more miserably, because his physique was not comparable to Chiyou, who was like an ancient demon god who could tear dragons alive and push them to the mountains, and it was too far behind......

"Next, you're all left. ”

The Yellow Emperor's dragon-like head turned to the white fox and raised the Xuanyuan sword again.

His heart is a little hot, although there are frequent variables, but the ambition and hegemony he has always cherished will be realized today, and Emperor Yan, who is not good at conquering, will also be conquered by his own might and willing to surrender.

At that time, Yan and Huang will dominate the world, Dingding Kyushu, and the three emperors will be realized one by one.

All the eyes converged, and under the gaze of the Yan and Huang coalition forces and the people of the hundred tribes, Ji Youxiong raised his golden sword, and the light condensed, brewing another slash.

And the target is the second person of the Jiuli tribe, the lord of Qingqiu - Bai.

At this time, the white fox who had returned to the high platform was lowering his head and muttering to himself.

"Ji Youxiong got the name of Xuanyuan because of his invention of the wheel, so this sword is called Xuanyuan Sword. ”

"Then what should my sword be called?" The white fox's brows furrowed slightly, as if it was not the incomparable golden sword qi that was about to fall, but a gentle breeze.

As the golden sword qi that crossed the entire heavenly dome slashed down again, the white dragon in the sky closed its eyes, and the pain that seemed to tear it stretched out from his heart, and everything was closed.

No one can resist the golden sword that is cast in the bronze of the first mountain, condenses the power of the Holy Dao, gathers the divine power of the heavenly realm, and carries the destiny of heaven, at this moment, the Yellow Emperor with the Xuanyuan Sword may not be willing to provoke even if he is the supreme god of the heavenly realm.

No single person or god in this land can survive this sword, even if it is only half as powerful as the previous one.

"Farewell, my old friend. ”

......

With the fall of this sword, time once again had a tendency to freeze.

Unstoppable, undodgable.

And the white fox really didn't mean to block or dodge, but he still muttered to himself, as if he had confessed his last words before he died, but his eyes seemed to be getting brighter and brighter, as if he had finally seen something worth paying attention to, and the sense of evil was gone, but it was like a star.

The sorrow is solidified in the hearts of the entire Qingqiu Fox Clan and the Jiuli Clan, and with the defeat of Chi You, the soul figures of the two Jiuli of the White Lord, everything is irreparable, and they are not even qualified to fight bloodily.

An atmosphere of sadness and despair rose, and the white foxes of Qingqiu gathered behind the white lord with their stump bodies, squatting quietly, and no one tried to escape, because they knew that from now on, no matter how big the world was, there would be no place for them.

The golden sword qi breaks through the sky!

The sky and the earth change color, and the wind and snow are together.

Just when the golden sword qi was about to slash in front of the white fox and set off a fierce wind, the white fox finally raised his head and faced his end.

Whether to die or to live, in everyone's minds, there is already an answer.

Only the white fox's answer is diametrically opposed.

"Of course I can live. ”

He raised his sword.

"It turns out that my name is Li Bai, so this sword of mine should be called Li Bai Sword, right...... He uses the clan, I don't have the clan, so you can use words instead, that's called Taibai Sword. ”

He swung his sword.

Like a long sail breaking through the waves, the golden sword qi was cut open by him......

The smile on his face grew stronger, but his body began to crackle, and even if his sword could hold up, his body was already overwhelmed.

"It's as strong as a cheat. This ...... It seems that he has escaped again, but how can the memories and skills that have been sealed be unsealed? If it weren't for the white fox comprehending his own sword path, although Qingqiu would have perished, everything would have followed the trajectory of fate, and he would not have died. ”

He clenched his hand gripping the wooden sword, and the green tendons burst out, and the capillaries on the surface of his body burst out with a blood mist.

"That's it, there is a 10% chance that you can bump into it, and sure enough, although my name is white, it is still too far from Bai's predecessors, just a non-chief. ”

The golden sword qi was like a real river, never ending, and at this moment, every minute and every second became as long as the end of the world, and he was almost unable to support it.

"But it's okay, at least Qingqiu has retained a trace of blood after all, at least he recovered his memory before he died, and he can be a ghost. ”

"It's a pity that I won't see Mulan again, but fortunately...... The contract of life, I will not be involved in you when I die. ”

A smile appeared at the corner of Li Bai's mouth, with three points of relief, two points of persistence, and five points of murderous intent, and then he pressed down the wooden sword fiercely.

"It's really intoxicating to have such a powerful force. ”

The wooden sword began to shatter in the golden sword qi, but the cyan sword light appeared in this golden sword qi, and let out a final swan song.

Boom –

Qingqiu Mountain falls.

The battle of Zhuolu ended, the Yellow Emperor cut the Chi especially in Qingqiu, the battle was killed and wounded, the Yellow Emperor felt that the Chi was particularly mighty, respected it as the "master of the soldiers", the matter was finished, the white dragon was sealed as the Yanhuang totem, since then, the dragon clan has flourished.

.......

A hundred years later.

The white dragon stroked the hideous scar on his chest, and his expression revealed a hint of a smile, this smile was not for the Yellow Emperor to keep the covenant and make himself a totem of Yanhuang, but because of the mound in front of him.

"A broken body can be repaired, but what about friendship?"

He smiled, of course too!

"Fox, aren't you going to change your life against the sky?"

"I helped you this time!"

As soon as the words fell, his appearance instantly became old, but the smile on his face did not restrain itself, but became more and more proud.

"I helped you, are you embarrassed to talk to me?"

Bang –

The mound shattered, and a man in a white fur walked out of it, frowning: "Are you sick?"

"Don't appreciate it?" said the white dragon weakly.

The man was speechless for a long time, and after a moment he said, "I got it." ”

In order to cover the heavens, at the last moment, he stole out the body of the white fox that still had a trace of vitality, and he consumed most of his own luck, from now on, the status of the dragon clan may not be affected, but his white dragon is completely ruined.

Who the cares, though?