Dragon Clan: Started by being picked up by Xia Mi, and then defeated the strong

Chapter 381 Odin!

The oak trees fell one by one, and their reddish-brown needles shook and fell like rain, only to be smashed to pieces by the invisible torrent.

Xia Mo held Levadin horizontally to withstand Beowulf's mad dragon attack. Her teeth, shining coldly in the sunlight, bit the blade of the magic sword like spears and gears. Ignoring the scorching heat, she spread her wings like a cloak, and sand and rocks flew under her covered wings.

Go ahead! Go ahead at high speed!
Beowulf, who had fully transformed into a dragon, finally surpassed Xia Mo in strength. He rushed forward like a rhinoceros using its horn to hold up a kite, smashing everything in his way to pieces!
After an unknown amount of time, Beowulf stopped and could not go any further. Behind him was the plowed earth and the fallen oak tree on the side, like a gully drawn by a man on the sand table, which became a scar on the earth that would last a long time.

Xia Mo gripped the ground with her feet, and her clothes were torn behind her, revealing not her smooth and white jade back but the fastened dragon scale armor. Beowulf's attack looked fierce, but in fact it did not even break Xia Mo's defense.

Nurturing a sub-adult dragon body, Xia Mo can control the dragonization of any part of her body at will.

Xia Mo stared at Beowulf across the horizontal sword, it was like two pairs of dragon eyes biting each other, tit for tat.

Beowulf's nostrils spewed hot air, and his huge body was more than three meters tall when he bowed his head. This was an underdeveloped and deformed species among dragons, but his strength, endurance, and vitality were comparable to those of the next generation species. The whole dragon radiated a vigorous aura like a huge furnace.

The roar came from Beowulf's abdomen, as low as thunder.

The lush oak forest, the dark black dragon, and the beautiful girl are enough to create a beautiful painting. As for the theme, whether it is brutality or harmony, the painter needs to verify it personally and see it with his own eyes.

Xia Mo pulled Levatin hard, and the sharp blade cut Beowulf's mouth, blood spurted out, and the teeth biting Levatin were also cut.

Beowulf howled in rage, swung his long neck at Xia Mo, and threw her out.

Xia Mo struggled to stab the sword into the ground, leaving a long straight tear. Xia Mo stood up straight, drew out the sword with her backhand and raised her arm. Her body was bent like a bow, and Levatin was shot out like an arrow. The strong wind blew up Xia Mo's long hair.

Beowulf flapped his wings, and the mad dragon flew into the sky along an oak tree that was more than ten meters high and dodged.

Levadin flew away with huge kinetic energy, and Xia Mo didn't care. She raised her head and squinted her eyes to look at the giant dragon hovering in the sky. "Do you think I can't do anything to you just because you fly into the sky?"

Xia Mo waved her hand, and a cold bow materialized from virtual to real, emitting the chill of winter.

The girl's blazing golden eyes cooled and turned azure blue. The ends of her grey hair were dyed with silver snow, and her hair on her forehead was also highlighted.

Snow boot goddess Skadi.

Xia Mo held the winter bow and raised her body to shoot the black dragon in the sky. It was as slender as a willow but had the power to swallow mountains and rivers.

Every inch of muscle in her arms was tense, accumulating strength. The longbow had a simple and ancient shape and was not a compound bow that was designed to be powerful. Xia Mo was using her divine power and the enchantment of the winter bow to attack, hunt and shoot everything.

Pull the string to the limit, and the terrible, destructive power lies between pulling and releasing it.

The cold air rolled under Xia Mo's feet. With the earth as a mirror, frost spread to a radius of two kilometers. The fiery reddish-brown oak forest was also frozen. Look, it was snowing in the sky.

Xia Mo locked her eyes on Beowulf. At the same time, Beowulf noticed the death threat below. This time he lost his courage and flew to the outside.

Xia Mo watched Beowulf run away with a calm expression. Even the best hunters would be amazed by the calmness in her eyes. Nature and man are one, the hunter and prey breathe as one, and then, whoosh! !

The ice arrow flashed across the sky in an instant, and then a dragon's painful roar came from the sky. The huge creature fell like a shadow and hit an oak leaf.

Xia Mo retracted the winter bow, and her feet made a crackling sound as the ground shattered. She strolled to Beowulf, like a hunter calmly examining her dying prey.

There was no dragon. The person lying in front of Xia Mo was Beowulf, who was covering his thigh. He gritted his teeth and endured the pain. Xia Mo's arrow hit his hind leg and pierced his wing bone diagonally upwards, causing Beowulf to fall from the air.

The wound caused by the icy arrow was not big, but it pierced through the leg bone. With Beowulf's self-healing ability, broken limbs can regenerate quickly, but his leg bone can never be healed. The cold air eroded his body temperature like a maggot attached to his bones. Beowulf even heard the sound of the blood in his body gradually freezing. Listen, how... despairing!
Beowulf, once the greatest berserker, until he was shot in the knee with an arrow.

For the rest of his life, Beowulf could not stand on his feet, which was more painful for a warrior than killing him.

Beowulf's face was as pale as a tin man who had lost too much blood, with ice chips on his lips and beard. He roared at Xia Mo.

"Kill me! Kill me!" "I won't." Xia Mo smiled, "How can you be safe if you provoke me?"

Xia Mo's smile is the most beautiful and charming thing in the world. Even the sirens' singing cannot compare to it. When Leonardo da Vinci saw it, he tore up the Mona Lisa's smile and repainted it overnight.

But in Beowulf's eyes, Xia Mo's smile was like Hela, the half-rotten and half-handsome goddess of death, particularly disgusting and terrifying.

"You horrible woman! God will never allow you to live in the world!" Beowulf roared.

"Do you believe in God?" Xia Mo tilted her head.

Beowulf did not answer, but stared at Xia Mo with hatred, praying for a quick death.

Xia Mo only asked, "Do you think I look like a mixed-race?"

Beowulf's inner voice is saying, you are a powerful dragon! You are the dragon king hiding in the world!

Xia Mo grasped the air, and Levadin returned to her hand. The girl raised her head and sighed.

"You know nothing about strength. Even if you have transformed into a dragon, you haven't even used half of my strength."

These words pierced Beowulf's heart like a thorn. His expression froze and slowly turned into disbelief.

"Want to die... Haha, I also want you to see your secret party kneel down and apologize to me!" After Xia Mo said this, she was about to cripple Beowulf's limbs and carry him away.

At this time, the roar of a helicopter was heard in the sky, and another helicopter came, but this time it brought not artillery fire, but Angers' voice.

The pilot turned up the volume of the onboard audio system to the maximum, and Angers voice came out from it.

"Xia Mo! Xia Mi is not dead!"

Xia Mo heard this and thought to herself, of course I know.

Ange continued, "Odin appears!"

This news made Xia Mo stunned for a moment, but then she showed a lingering smile.

I didn't expect the action to be so quick. It seems that things are going well for Teacher Daye as well.

……

The lightning illuminated the earth, and the silver trees flickered in the dark night, and the constantly splitting branches covered the entire sky.

Sicily, Gattuso's family home, a castle on the hillside.

The Gattuso members stared in horror at the majestic figure on the cliff, his figure illuminated by lightning.

Dark golden armor, a burly body, a single eye like a lighthouse, a blue cloak, a spear made of bent dead branches, and an eight-legged horse chewing thunder under his crotch.

He came from the storm, carrying with him the thunder and the majesty of God, standing tall and proud. All signs indicated that he could not be Odin, the king of gods in Norse mythology. Then who else could he be?
Sleipnir raised his front hooves and leaned his body upward, making Odin on the horse look even taller. He made a spear-throwing motion and shot the causal spear Gungnir towards Gattuso at the foot of the mountain.

God's punishment has arrived.

"Chi Chi..."

There is a faint smile in the wind and rain.

(End of this chapter)