There's something wrong with the general.

Wen Yuxi and his team had to cross the towering Bingjian Mountains.

Above are rolling steep mountains.

Below is a bottomless canyon.

It is surrounded by snow-capped mountains.

At first glance, there is endless white.

Wen Yuxi stared blankly at the snow-capped mountains with his eyes open.

Sometimes it even makes my eyes dizzy and uncomfortable.

He changed his position in Zhiming's arms, pressing one side of his face against his chest and exposing the other side to look at the mountains on the other side.

His eyes scanned aimlessly, taking in the mountains and rivers below him.

suddenly!

He said 'eh'.

He narrowed his eyes into slits and tried to look into the distance.

There were a few people like small black dots there. The closer I got, the clearer I could see them.

Wen Yuxi poked Zhiming and whispered, "Brother, those are the people in front."

"Ah."

"Should we take a detour, in case they..."

Wen Yuxi had a lot of thoughts in his mind. If those people hadn't found the dragon and saw them, they would have thought they were the ones who took advantage of the situation and would have regarded them as thorns in their eyes and tried every means to get rid of them.

If we fight with the dragon and are defeated, and ask them for help, should we save them or not?

Anyway, he didn't want to run into those people.

I don't want to get involved in their dragon-killing operation.

Unexpectedly, the flying sword was so fast that they were about to turn it around.

People in the distance had already spotted them and were shouting for help.

"Fellow Daoist, please stay and help us kill this evil beast. I will definitely reward you handsomely."

Wen Yuxi looked at Zhiming helplessly: "Brother, what should we do?"

Zhiming replied in a low voice: "Let's go to the meeting for a while."

"Okay, be safe, brother."

Although they knew that Zhiming had a high level of cultivation, the five people before had also said that Jiaolong was also in the Golden Core stage.

If any of them slacked off or stabbed them in the back, their lives would be in danger.

The flying sword was getting closer and closer.

The man surnamed Mu had blood on the corner of his mouth and his brows were furrowed. He probably didn't expect the dragon to be so difficult to deal with.

He asked Wen Yuxi and others for help.

He turned around and raised the flying sword in his hand to block the dragon's attack.

The other four people's cultivation was not as high as his, and they were all injured.

A disciple of the Qiongshan School was trying hard to block the attack.

But he was not careful for a moment and was blown away by the dragon's tail.

After falling to the ground, he vomited blood continuously.

"Junior brother!"

Another disciple of the Qiongshan School shouted loudly to his junior brother while dealing with the dragon's attack.

The man fell to the ground but still held on.

He gritted his teeth, took out a small green bottle from his body, poured two pills into the palm of his hand, raised his head and swallowed them.

Immediately, he regained his spirits, raised his sword and attacked the dragon again: "Brother, I'm fine!"

Perhaps with the help of the medicine, he actually stabbed the dragon's tail with one sword.

He couldn't help but feel overjoyed, and stabbed the dragon at the place where the sword was stabbed in the same way.

The two disciples of Wanjianmen.

Looking at this side, he instantly felt a desire to win, and attacked the dragon, becoming more and more courageous as the battle went on.

The dragon seemed to be finally annoyed.

Suddenly, the snake swung its body and raised its head high

Rushing towards the top of the mountain along the mountain range from the white mountain foot.

It bears some resemblance to the legendary Totem Dragon, but not much.

It looks like a dragon but is not a dragon; it looks like a snake but is not a snake.

The snake was about ten feet long and had a thick body, which could barely be hugged by three adult men.

The scales all over its body are like gems, shining and glittering against the backdrop of snow.

It looks like the original form of Ao Bing in the Chinese mythological anime story, very handsome.

Its head is also covered with a layer of white scales.

Its head is slightly larger than that of the white python, somewhere between a python and a dragon.

Under the dragon's neck, there is a white scale the size of a palm, in the shape of a crescent.

This scale is shinier than any other scale on its body and cannot be ignored.

"This is the dragon's reverse scale. It can be used as a defensive magic weapon."

Zhiming explained in Wen Yuxi's ear.

Wen Yuxi opened his mouth so wide that an egg could fit in it.

God!

He actually saw the legendary creature.

Still meeting face to face like this.

"Whoosh..." A huge gust of wind blew towards Zhiming and the others.

Wen Yuxi widened his eyes.

Eyes, mouth and hands are not enough.

Ahhhhh!

It’s coming!!!

Strong winds hit their flying swords.

All I could hear was the whistling of the wind.

Wen Yuxi even felt as if the ground beneath his feet was about to collapse.

The flying sword was like encountering severe convective weather.

Bumping up and down, swaying left and right.

At this moment, Zhiming suddenly hugged Wen Yuxi's head and pressed his forehead against it.

His deep and powerful soothing voice came to my ears: "Don't be afraid."

Wen Yuxi gently raised her chin and rubbed his arm: "Brother, don't worry, I'm not afraid."

Soon, Zhiming steadied the sword and broke out of the dragon's encirclement.

At this moment, the snow-colored dragon suddenly raised its head.

He howled towards the sky.

The sound was deep, high, and deafening, as if it could break the sky.

Wen Yuxi frowned and complained silently.

Damn, this sound is too ugly.

He turned speechlessly and looked at the five people who were chasing the dragon with swords.

"Ah, my head hurts."

Suddenly, the monk named Mu held his head and roared.

The veins on his neck were bulging, his face was flushed red, and his expression was ferocious.

Oh my god, what is going on?

The flying sword hanging in the air was shaky, as if a gust of wind could blow it away.

Wen Yuxi looked at the other four people, and they were not much better off. They were all troubled by the sound.

What's wrong with me? Why don't I feel any pain?

Could it be that it is only useful to people with cultivation?

Wen Yuxi was startled and looked towards Zhiming hurriedly.

He held the flying sword steadily, his face serious.

It seemed that he was not affected by the dragon's roar.

My heart couldn't help but calm down.

Zhiming hugged his waist tightly, a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes, and asked in a low voice: "Junior brother, is there anything wrong with your head?"

Wen Yuxi shook his head, he was also puzzled.

In the end, I still think it’s because of this body.

The long howl suddenly stopped...

Wen Yuxi was wondering why it stopped barking, so he turned around and looked at it.

Suddenly, the white dragon turned its huge head abruptly, and its eyes the size of steamed buns stared at him and Zhiming.

The dragon swung its body quickly and attacked them fiercely.

What the hell!

This is treating them as accomplices of that group of people!

What a disaster.

"Brother, what should we do now?"

A rare look of solemnity appeared on Zhiming's face.

He licked the corner of his mouth, and a murderous look filled his whole body.

Slowly said: "Hold tight."

As he spoke, he hugged Wen Yuxi tightly and turned the tip of the sword suddenly.

Dive down the steep vertical mountains!

Now with Wen Yuxi.

He did not rashly attack the dragon head-on.

The whistling of the wind in my ears drowned out all other sounds.

Wen Yuxi couldn't help but open his eyes to look curiously.

What the eyes see is a bottomless abyss.

He couldn't help but shudder.

Oh my god, this time I really enjoyed the treatment of a pilot.

Seeing that its attack missed, the dragon turned its head around.

But because of his huge body, he is not as flexible as Zhiming and others.

I couldn't help but breathe out in anger.

His eyes were like a hawk, fixed on their receding figures.

He glanced at the five people still chasing him in mid-air.

A murderous look flashed in his eyes.

"Roar......"

With its bloody mouth wide open, it charged towards the five men.

"Tiny human! You're courting death!"

The five people did not expect that he could speak human language.

The information is wrong!

Unprecedented panic and despair flashed across their faces at the same time.

Almost desperately turning the sword around, they fled madly...