On the side of the tomb of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty, a long river flows quietly.

The long river is only more than a foot deep, but the surface of the river is fifty or sixty feet wide. The water of the river is crystal clear, and the underwater stones are dense like chess.

The white horse got drunk and pulled the reins, and went out of the forest into the river. Dragged the gun along the river, splashing water.

The black dragon also followed out of the forest. Flying over the long river, he lowered his head and roared violently in the direction of the white horse, and the crystal clear river water immediately flashed a layer of white light. Swim against the current.

Bai Ma was drunk and only felt that the cold wind was blowing behind him, and his back was cold. When I looked back, the river that had been slowly flowing down was overwhelmingly against the current like a blade.

These river water used by the black dragon can't hurt the white horse drunk on horseback, but how can the white horse running wild in the river water bear it?

The white horse drunk shook the silver spear in his hand, leaned sideways and leaned back, and picked it up. I want to shoot the rushing river to prevent the white horse from being injured.

But he didn't expect that the power of the black dragon attached to the river water was so powerful that it exceeded the expectations of the white horse drunk. The power of the shot was like a mud cow entering the sea, and only a little splash of the rushing river water was made.

The white horse was drunk and shocked. Hurriedly fell backwards, held the gun in both hands and held his breath, gathered all his strength to stab it back, gritted his teeth and shouted: "Get up!"

The blade-like water against the current, this is like encountering an invisible barrier, flowing upward along the white horse's drunken spear.

The white horse, who slowly raised the gun, burst out with true qi in his body, and his blood began to boil in an instant, and his face turned red.

For the second time, the divine power carried by this black dragon exceeded Bai Ma Drunk's imagination.

Bai Ma drunk once slashed a dragon with his brother outside Yanmen Pass, which was a demon dragon who was bewitched by the Khitan to break through. Although the demon dragon was a brother and sister teaming up, and the elder brother Baima's skills were much deeper than hers, the final fatal blow was sent by her.

At that time, Bai Ma was only fifteen or sixteen years old, and his skills were far less than now. It's just that when he killed the demon dragon, Bai Ma didn't feel very difficult, and it could even be said to be easy.

Now in the face of this six-clawed black dragon, the white horse, whose strength is more than twice as strong as it was then, is intoxicated and has a sense of insignificance. Not to mention slaying the dragon, he didn't even have the strength to fight back, the only thing he could do was to flee with all his might.

The white horse was drunk on the horse's back, gritting his teeth and looking at the flowing water rushing on the tip of the spear, and his heart was mixed for a while.

I don't know whether it's anger, fear, or shock.

If you only rely on your own skills, the white horse drunk is far better than the little pervert, at least there is no doubt that he is better than the little pervert. It's just that this six-clawed black dragon that was killed halfway out of the way is no match for ordinary people.

The white horse drunk tried to take a claw, but the result was that he was shocked and flew hundreds of feet, and he was almost shocked and vomited blood. In the entanglement with this black dragon, if you can't dodge and get caught, I'm afraid that you will die on the spot.

The white horse swung his spear vigorously and threw the stirred water aside.

She could have thrown it at the black dragon chasing after her, but she didn't.

The white horse was drunk and saw that this black dragon could emit divine power like a human, and he had already expected that this black dragon of unknown origin was a psychic artifact. At the same time, it was also expected that although this black dragon was angry on the surface, it was not really angry.

It's like she didn't have the heart to kill the little pervert, but it seemed that she didn't kill the little pervert.

The white horse drunk didn't want to ignite the black dragon's anger completely. If it is ignited, I am afraid that there will be no chance to run.

It's a pity that the white horse drunk did this, and did not ignite the anger of the black dragon, nor did he win the favor of the black dragon.

The black dragon opened a big mouth, and sucked in all the river water that was about to fall in an uproar, and even the water in the long river was also sucked in a lot; with a roar, the sucked river water turned into a column of water more than ten zhang from the black dragon's mouth and sprayed towards the white horse.

The white horse, who had already felt that the black dragon had the power to reach the sky, was drunk and did not dare to take it hard. If this is a hard connection, I'm afraid it won't be as simple as being blown away.

The white horse galloped forward drunk. The huge column of water that erupted from the mouth of the six-clawed black dragon was like a water dragon, and it was even a few points faster than the white horse. It's getting closer.

The white horse was drunk, only to feel that there were thousands of troops and horses running behind him. His flushed face turned into a piece of iron, blue and white.

She didn't want to anger the black dragon and wanted to run away, but the black dragon refused to let her go.

The mixed five flavors in my heart unconsciously turned into emotion.

Heavens, such a sacred object, why is it not used to protect mountains and rivers, but it should be used to serve the tiger?

Am I drunk on a white horse, and I did not die on the battlefield, but I want to die at the hands of a wicked witch?

I am the daughter of Baima, the king of Bingzhou, and my brother is still stationed at the gate of Yanmen day and night, how can I die at the hands of this demon girl?

Even if I want to die, my white horse will die outside the Yanmen Pass when I am drunk! That is the way that the white horse of Bingzhou should die, and that is the way that the children of Bingzhou should die!

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There is indescribable sadness and helplessness in the emotion. There is a deep unwillingness hidden in the helplessness.

Unwillingly, Bai Ma's drunken eyes turned red, and he almost raised his head to the sky and roared.

Fortunately, Bai Ma did not lose her mind because of her unwillingness, and she saw the tomb of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty standing on the hill on the right side of the Long River.

A scorching sun was dropped on the magnificent royal tomb. Make the whole royal tomb particularly eye-catching.

In the eye-catching place, the emperor's spirit rose to the sky. There was a great atmosphere all around. It seems to be intended to depict the ancient romance that has passed away for thousands of years.

The white horse drunk looked at the royal tomb, raised his arms and raised his gun, and shouted loudly:

"The first kings are on top, drunk on white horses in the lower state, willing to defend the city with flesh and blood, willing to build mountains and rivers with muscles and bones, and willing to throw their heads and spill blood for the Han land for all generations. I just want to die here in vain today, and I ask you to help me!"

The sound is like thunder, and the words are earth-shattering.

At the end of the sentence, the clouds under the scorching sun rushed rapidly, and the wind in the distance hissed. If there are countless golden iron horses, there are many mixed in.

The tomb of the East Wednesday King on the hill is if it is sensitive. The aura of the emperor in the sky that was released from the mausoleum silently turned into three huge ancient emperor shadows.

The emperor shadow has a crown on his head, and he is wearing a gown, and the sun, moon, mountains and rivers loom on his body. Full of the spirit of a king, not angry and self-assured.

Each of them had a giant sword hanging from his waist, and he had already drawn his sword at this moment.

The three swords are raised at the same time, and the sword can open the sky.

First, a sword cut off the energy of the black dragon's spurt. The water dragon lost its head and turned into a splash and fell in an uproar.

The two swords in the back, one beheading the dragon, the other slashing the dragon's body.

The black dragon received two swords in a row, and the huge dragon body fell directly into the long river. A loud bang was deafening, and the mountains and rivers within a radius of several miles trembled, and the dragon qi and imperial qi scattered in all directions.

However, the two swords cut off by the Emperor of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty did not cut off the black dragon's body, let alone the life of the six-clawed black dragon.

There was only a sword mark left on the beheaded dragon's head, and purple dragon blood flowed from the dragon's nose. The beheaded dragon body was indestructible, and there was not even a sword mark left.

The little perverted girl who chased to the river bank saw the three magnificent emperor shadows of the royal tomb, and when she saw the black dragon forced down by the two sword qi, she raised her head and shouted to the emperor shadow on the royal tomb: "They are all people who have been dead for thousands of years, and they dare to come to the world to make trouble, and also fucking hurt grandma's dragon, be careful that grandma smashes your tomb!"

The white horse who escaped the catastrophe saw that the two swords of the Son of Heaven were cut down, but only the six-clawed black dragon was slightly bleeding and injured, and it did not hurt his life, and his heart that was slightly relieved immediately hung again.

All kinds of questions came to my mind.

How so?

What is the origin of this black dragon?

Is there anyone else in this world who can slay this dragon?

Why would such a black dragon with a sword that could not be injured be used by that demon girl?

The black dragon, who was forced to fall by the two swords cut off by the emperor, led his neck to roar twice, and saw the three emperor shadows standing on the bank with a height of more than ten zhang, and the light in the dragon's eyes was exposed.

Bai Ma saw the murderous intent in the dragon's eyes, and secretly shouted: "It's not good, it's not good..."

The little perverted girl jumped on a boulder, crossed her waist with her left hand, and pointed at the emperor shadow on the opposite bank with her right hand: "Kill them!"

It seems that the little colored woman is like a female general who is whipping up the wind and giving orders.

It's just that the battle that she, the female general, wants to fight, is not a just battle.

The wounded black dragon was furious by the two swords, and without the order of the little perverted girl, it had already risen into the air and soared straight into the sky like a word.

Bai Madrunk looked up and saw the dragon body thirty or forty zhang long, and the speed that was already visible to people became hundreds of zhang long.

The scales are like layers of half-moon blades arranged in an orderly manner. The blade was black, but it shone with a chilling light.

The whole body filled the entire heaven and earth, and the white clouds that had just gathered together because of the appearance of the three emperor shadows turned into rolling black clouds in an instant.

The scorching sun hanging overhead was swallowed up by black clouds.

The white horse drunk sitting on horseback has only seen the tengu eating the moon, and the scene of the black cloud eating the sun is the first time I have seen it...

Is this the so-called darkness?

Is this the so-called unkindness of heaven and earth, and the use of all things as dogs?

Under the rolling black clouds, the sun was gone, and only a few thin places still had a few glimmers of brilliance falling.

The cold wind on the ground turned into a bleak wind, and the drunken face of the white horse was faintly painful.

The black dragon is like a god in the sky, breaking through the clouds from the black clouds. The three emperor shadows suddenly felt that Mount Tai was overwhelmed, and they all raised their heads and raised their swords to greet each other.