The Rise of The Mythical Dragon

Zhao Yun's appearance was not unexpected by Ao Fan. After all, it is good for a hero to grow old.

After the Northern Expedition failed, Zhao Yun, who was originally very proud and wanted to protect his young master and unify the world, now looks like this, and he must be unwilling to accept it.

But Ao Fan didn't intend to let Zhao Yun go on like this.

There was a flash of light in his eyes, and then he saw the light flashing on Zhao Yun's body, and the dragon's power, which was originally stable and inconspicuous, suddenly began to surge.

The power that filled his body in an instant made Zhao Yun's expression change, and he looked at Ao Fan in disbelief.

"This is!?"

"You are a descendant of the Dragon Clan. Is the appearance you are now looking like as a descendant of the Dragon Clan something that I, the descendant of the Dragon Clan, should have?"

Ao Fan's eyes instantly became sharp, and Zhao Yun was frightened by a deep-seated fear. This feeling had never appeared to him before.

Not even Ao Tian, ​​who I met back then.

The sudden change not only shocked Zhao Yun, but also Ao Xin and Yang Jian who were beside Ao Fan.

The two of them looked at Ao Fan in surprise, filled with confusion.

Didn’t you say you wanted to help Zhao Yun? Why did he fall out so quickly?

The light was still pouring out from Zhao Yun's body, but after just a moment, the light pouring out of Zhao Yun's body began to gather.

After a while, I saw a white dragon condensed above Zhao Yun's head.

"Roar!"

A dragon roar sounded, and Ao Fan's body flashed with light, instantly covering the entire room. The dragon roar was trapped inside the house, and no one outside the house noticed it.

Looking at the condensed white dragon, Ao Xin's expression suddenly changed.

My royal brother is now the Supreme Dragon Clan, and is called the Dragon King. Not to mention being roared by a dragon, he even dared not look directly at him. How had he ever been roared like this by a dragon?

And this white dragon seems to be a little different, even I feel a feeling that I have never experienced with a dragon.

Just when Ao Xin was confused, she saw the white dragon roaring loudly, and the scales on its body unfolded, and countless cold air surged out of its body.

It seemed that he was deliberately protecting Zhao Yun. At this time, the white dragon's eyes were full of vigilance, staring at Ao Fan.

"It is indeed the blood of the ancient dragon clan. Are you going to transform into a dragon again?"

Ao Fan chuckled, and the power of the dragon slowly spread over his body. The white dragon on the opposite side instantly stiffened and looked at Ao Fan with a look of horror on his face.

In just a moment, the state of the two of them changed.

The white dragon slowly curled up its body and lowered its head slowly, as if it had surrendered to Ao Fan.

Ao Fan snorted coldly as he watched this scene, and then dispersed the dragon power on his body. At the same time, the condensed white dragon also slowly dissipated.

The look on Zhao Yun's face was not very good at this time, not because he was dissatisfied with Ao Fan, but because the dragon power just now dissipated and his body was no longer as good as before.

After taking a breath, Zhao Yun's eyes were still full of horror and he asked: "What was that just now?"

The moment Bai Long appeared, Zhao Yun felt as if his body was not his own and he couldn't move at all.

What happened just now naturally frightened Zhao Yun.

At this time, the white dragons were gone, and Zhao Yun stared at Ao Fan, as if he wanted to wait for the other party to give him a reason.

"You are of the bloodline of the ancient ice dragon."

As he spoke, Ao Fan spread out one hand, and a bead appeared in Ao Fan's hand.

Looking at the dragon ball, Ao Xin blinked, filled with curiosity. He had never seen this dragon ball before.

The next moment, Ao Fan began to explain the origin of the dragon ball in his hand: "This is a dragon ball that I found on the Luzhou Icefield in Beiju. At that time, the dragon soul was about to disperse, but I always felt that something was missing."

"Then I found out that you were transformed from the ice dragon back then, and that's why we met today."

After finishing speaking, Ao Fan moved his wrist slightly, and the dragon ball in his palm slowly floated towards Zhao Yun.

The dragon ball had just arrived in front of Zhao Yun, and then he saw the dragon ball slowly starting to rotate around Zhao Yun.

Countless light blue threads began to spin around Zhao Yun, but despite being nourished by dragon power, Zhao Yun's condition did not improve.

He was a dying person, and Ao Fan had no intention of prolonging his life.

But at this time, no one knew what Zhao Yun had seen.

The scene in front of me is no longer the room it is now. There is cold air everywhere, and the sky and the earth are white.

A cold wind blew by, and Zhao Yun, who was wearing single clothes at this time, didn't feel the slightest bit of cold.

Looking up, he noticed a lot of snowflakes falling down. Zhao Yun stretched out his hand to catch them, but found that the snowflakes were not ordinary snowflakes.

It was as hard as iron, but as soon as I touched it with my hand, I found a bright red color on the ice and snow.

He frowned and looked at his fingers, which had already been pricked by the snowflakes in his hands. But what was a bit strange was that the snowflakes falling around Zhao Yun did not hurt him.

When he was wondering, he saw a strong wind suddenly blowing up not far away, and countless snowflakes began to be gathered by the strong wind. After a while, a huge white dragon appeared in front of Zhao Yun.

A pair of light blue dragon eyes stared at Zhao Yun, and the huge dragon head slowly moved in front of Zhao Yun.

"Huh~"

A large amount of cold air surged out from Bai Long's nose, and Zhao Yun's body was suddenly covered with a layer of frost. It seemed that he was having fun, but Bai Long's head did not retract.

Zhao Yun felt that he should not be afraid anymore. After hesitating for a moment, he suddenly raised his head, as if he wanted to touch the dragon head in front of him.

In his whole life of fighting, he has never touched a dragon head.

Zhao Yun felt a little cold when his palm gently touched the dragon head, and then his body swayed, and the scene in front of him changed.

A chilling air came from behind him, and Zhao Yun looked back in surprise, only to see countless silver-armored soldiers lined up behind him, and he could not see the edge at a glance.

"A million people?"

With a flash of light in his eyes, Zhao Yun suddenly found that a fighting spirit was igniting in his heart.

While he was thinking, Zhao Yun felt a light flashing from his body, a pair of silver armor appeared on his body, and he even had a silver gun in his hand.

At this moment, there was a loud noise, and Zhao Yun looked forward intently, only to see a group of black soldiers rushing over on the ice field in the distance.

With a frown, Zhao Yun lowered his head and looked at the silver gun in his hand. After hesitating for a moment, he actually raised his hand and threw it out.

A flash of cold light exploded in the sky, and as soon as Zhao Yun took action, the spear was thrown towards the enemy troops charging in the distance like a sharp arrow.

"Boom!" With a loud noise, the cold light from the spear instantly swept through most of the soldiers, and the army behind Zhao Yun also stepped forward and threw the spears in their hands along with Zhao Yun's movements.

Densely packed silver spears fell like snowflakes, but within a moment, the attacking enemy troops fell down one after another.

Looking at this scene with excitement in his heart, Zhao Yun's eyes flashed with light, but the next second the scene in front of him changed and he returned to the house again.

Looking at Ao Fan with some confusion, Zhao Yun felt as if he had just had a dream.