Before deciding to rush to the dragon's fatal place with Shen Moli and defeat the dragon in one fell swoop, the little white tiger also had a moment of hesitation.

Shen Moli is just a guest of Qin Mingyuan, and the little white tiger faces life and death, although he feels that he has involved Shen Moli at the forefront of this disaster for no reason, and it seems that something is wrong.

But after realizing that there was no one else around and could fight side by side with him, Little White Tiger still decided to be selfish and pulled Shen Moli to fight together.

At this moment, the roaring giant blade rolled in with wind and thunder. If a person touches the slightest touch of such power, he may be struck by wind and lightning and die.

That kind of terrifying image, even the little white tiger himself is a little unsure whether it can be defeated. After hesitating, the little white tiger asked Shen Moli with some uncertainty.

"With Xun Haohu as a companion, why be afraid?" Looking at the giant blade that rolled over, Shen Moli said lightly.

In a word, it is plain, but it is inexhaustible in the heart of the little white tiger.

It is not so much that there is a little white tiger as a companion for Shen Moli and they face the current danger together, but it is better for Shen Moli to be a companion for the little white tiger, which makes the little white tiger have endless courage with a slightly frightened heart.

For some reason, Shen Moli and Little White Tiger have not known each other for a long time, and the two have never had a chance to get together earlier.

From Shen Moli's body, the little white tiger faintly felt a wisp of familiarity.

It's like in the vast world, the fate of Little White Tiger and Shen Moli is innate.

The surging giant blade kept rolling towards Shen Moli, and the fierce posture seemed to be unstoppable.

But when this earth-shattering giant blade fell, Shen Moli suddenly sacrificed a touch of starlight in his palm and smashed into the Puchen Sword.

In an instant, on the Puchen Sword, which had lost the slightest bit of vitality, the green light flickered, like a thousand grasses in spring, making the silent auction pavilion feel like a bath in life.

In the green light that was very close to Puchen's sword spirit, there was a flash of longing in Shen Moli's eyes.

In the days when there was no longer a sword spirit living in Puchen Sword, Shen Moli never let Puchen Sword leave his side.

Even in many opportunities, Shen Moli has a chance to regain a divine weapon.

But after identifying the Puchen Sword, Shen Moli was reluctant to choose other divine soldiers to carry it closely.

She is a nostalgic person, between the blades of the Puchen Sword, she often thinks of the figure of the Puchen Sword Spirit, and looks forward to meeting the Puchen Sword Spirit again.

Right now, the green light that bloomed on Puchen's sword was just a temporary manifestation through Shen Moli's star spirit.

The Puchen Sword, which does not have a sword spirit in it, is nothing more than a soulless weapon after all. The slightest star spirit can't let the sword return to the position of a divine soldier.

Just with the star spirit, it is possible to resist the fierce aura of the dragon with this sword without the sword spirit and in the eyes of others, which is already in tattered copper and iron.

Shen Moli held the sword, and the star spirit passed into the Puchen sword from the palm of his hand. Although the movement was extremely cautious, it was inevitable to see a starlight unintentionally slip through the gap between the palm and the hilt.

The wisp of star spirit breath that was not very strong, like a winter snowflake, floated to the tip of the little white tiger's nose, making the little white tiger's eyes flash with shock, and a few emotions suddenly appeared in his heart that he couldn't figure out.

In the little white tiger's body, there seemed to be a force that resonated with Shen Moli's star spirit very quickly.

However, in an instant, a little bit of stars lingered around the little white tiger, making the little white tiger like a river of stars.

With the swift movement of the little white tiger, the stars fell like a meteor shower, drawing a shining halo in front of Qi Heng.

Qi Heng looked at the flashing starlight in front of him, and his eyes couldn't help but flash a little incredible.

Over the years, Qi Heng has always wanted to use the light to completely illuminate Qinshan.

And Shen Moli is the only person who Qi Heng has always thought can illuminate Qinshan.

But now, Qi Heng was surprised to find that not only the power of the star phoenix has the power of self-generated stars, but also Xun Haohu, who was born from the sea of stars, also has the power of self-generated star spirits.

The little white tiger is haunted by the stars at the moment, like a tiger-shaped constellation composed of stars in the sky.

The sparkling starlight landed on the dragon, like a sharp knife, scraping the dragon in great pain.

Qi Heng, who was directly in front of the dragon, even if he didn't pay attention to it, could clearly see that the dragon was losing weight a little bit under the suppression of the little white tiger's star spirit.

The starlight was like a deadly poison to the dragon, and it made the dragon miserable.

Because of the unbearable pain in his body, the giant dragon frequently writhed his huge body, as if he wanted to throw Shen Moli and the little white tiger away.

"Sister Li, hold on tight!" The speed of the little white tiger rushing on the dragon did not stop at all due to the painful twisting of the dragon.

On the contrary, due to the injury of the dragon's body in the starry scraping, the little white tiger's sharp claws pierced the dragon's body more firmly, so as to make himself more stable during the escape.

It was only the violent shaking of the dragon that made the little white tiger worry about Shen Moli.

Xun Haohu's hair is soft and smooth. On weekdays, this is indeed something that the little white tiger is proud of.

But now, the too silky tiger fur made the little white tiger worry that Shen Moli would be careless, so he fell off the tiger's back.

"Don't worry. Shen Moli replied lightly.

The experience accumulated when he fled in his previous life made Shen Moli use his spiritual power to sacrifice a long rope when he first got on the back of the little white tiger, one end fixed between the two tiger claws of the little white tiger, and the other end was bound to his waist.

Now, although the dragon's shaking was violent, it would not have much impact on Shen Moli.

After a while, Shen Moli was extremely surprised by the starlight that kept gushing out of the little white tiger's body.

When he rushed to the top of the giant dragon with the little white tiger, Shen Moli suddenly found that this giant dragon made of black mist was extremely afraid of the light.

Wherever there is a beam of light in the auction pavilion, the dragon will consciously avoid it. The beam of light sacrificed by Qi Heng is like an iron chain, trapping the dragon in place. This made Shen Moli suddenly decide to sacrifice starlight and enter the Puchen Sword while he was moving forward.

It was only because he was worried that the power of the star phoenix in his body would be noticed by others, which made Shen Moli extremely cautious when sacrificing the starlight.

And the amount of starlight sacrificed, due to the caution between the palms of the hands, is relatively small.

Looking at the giant blade of wind and thunder, Shen Moli never wanted to expose his star phoenix power. All she wanted was to empower the Puchen Sword to avoid the danger she was about to face.

What Shen Moli didn't expect was that his sparse starlight unintentionally flew to the little white tiger's body, which would actually stimulate the power of the star spirit in the little white tiger's body, causing countless stars to burst out around the little white tiger's body in an instant.

Could it be that Xun Haohu is a Star Clan Star Beast? Shen Mo Li thought secretly in the sea.