Han Yiming was taken aback, jumped up, and said, "Why are you here?" Bai Long laughed: "Isn't there a saying: Aren't you happy to have friends from afar? Why are you completely unhappy when you see me, and you seem to have seen a ghost!" Han Yiming said hurriedly: "You go quickly!" He firmly remembered that the teachers and commanders were here, and stared at him, when the white dragon came, it would alarm them, and it would be another fight. Therefore, he spoke first and let him go.

Bai Long suddenly smiled: "It's okay for me to go, but before I go, I want to borrow something from you." Han Yiming's heart tightened, what did he say! Looking at Bai Long in a daze, Bai Long said, "How about I borrow your Mingyuan Sword for use?" Han Yiming opened his mouth and stammered, he couldn't say the word "don't borrow", but the word "borrow" couldn't be said either. Nene couldn't speak, just looked at the white dragon.

He didn't say anything for a long time, and the white dragon didn't urge, but his eyes were as bright as stars, and he looked at him coldly. Han Yiming thought of this way, thanks to the spiritual power in Ming Yuan's sword, he let himself and his senior brothers return to Lingshan safely. Suddenly thinking of the dragon scales on his chest, his heart was even more uncomfortable, and it took a long time before he said: "I, I ......" Bailong laughed: "No need to say it, you don't want to borrow it!" When Han Yiming heard that he understood what he thought, he was even more ashamed of himself.

Bai Long said lightly: "If you don't want to borrow it, don't blame me for taking it myself!" Han Yiming was startled, stretched out his hand and touched his back, touched the emptiness, and hurriedly recited the sword technique, and there was one more thing in his right hand, which was hard and cold. Looking down, the Ming Yuan Sword was already in his hand, and the spiritual light on the blade flowed, and the sword body emitted a faint light. Han Yiming hurriedly said: "You, did you really snatch Senior Brother Mingxi's sword?" Bai Long said coldly: "Grab it, grab it, what is this? It's worth asking? Han Yiming only felt that half of his body was sore, and the sword of Ming Yuan had already flown away!

Taken aback at the moment, he couldn't stop reciting the sword trick in his heart, and stretched out the two fingers in his right hand to lead back. I saw that the Ming Yuan Sword had already flown close to the white dragon, and suddenly turned to fly towards him. Han Yiming was overjoyed, and his heart became faster and faster, and the fingers of his right hand did not dare to relax, and the imperial envoy Mingyuan's sword flew towards him. In the blink of an eye, the sword of Naruto vanished. Han Yiming was so frightened that suddenly there was a chill in his right hand, and the Ming Yuan Sword was already in his hand!

Han Yiming clenched the hilt of his sword hard, looking at the white dragon with both eyes. The white dragon also looked at him coldly, and there was not the slightest fluctuation in his eyes. Han Yiming suddenly remembered that in the double enchantment of the white dragon before, he always saw his dragon claws grabbing downward, thinking that he had to obtain the sword and spiritual power. At this time, he was only afraid that he would also be sure to obtain the sword! For a while, he was relieved that if he was still alive, he would not be able to watch him take this sword and kill everyone! If he wanted to take this sword, he must let him kill himself first! If he had no life, he would not be worried. He can take the sword, but he can't borrow his spiritual power! The idea is certain, firmly grasp the hilt of the sword, and look at the white dragon!

In the eyes of the white dragon, the cold air was calm, and there was no expression on his face. Han Yiming tightly squeezed the hilt of Ming Yuan's sword and used all his strength. Bai Long didn't say a word, standing proudly to the side, Han Yiming felt guilty in his heart, and sighed: "You go quickly, don't let people find out!" Bai Long glanced at him, didn't speak, and looked at the Ming Yuan Sword in his hand. Han Yiming sighed: "Thank you for your help a few times, if you want to take this sword, it's okay, after I lose my life, this sword will be up to you!" Although he was not smart, he also knew that the fourth uncle had indeed guessed what Bai Long thought. He is kind to himself, and he should repay him with a spring. But when he took the sword, the consequences were unimaginable. He wasn't his opponent, but he couldn't watch him take the Narubuchi Sword and kill so many people. Death is indeed the most incompetent method!

Although he didn't want to be an enemy of the white dragon, his fingers were tightly gripping the hilt of the sword. The white dragon didn't move, just looked at it coldly, Han Yiming waited for a while, didn't see him move, and sighed: "Thank you for helping me a few times, I can't repay it." But when it comes to borrowing a sword, please forgive me for not agreeing!" Bai Long laughed: "Don't you dare to kill you?" He said this softly, his voice was not high, but Han Yiming felt that his ears were pierced by sharp needles, and even his temples were tingling. It seemed that instead of words, he was spitting out countless thin needles, piercing himself in pain.

Han Yiming said: "I don't think you dare to kill me, in front of you, I am weak and insignificant." I can't kill many of my Lingshan division commanders because of your friendship, if you want me to borrow a sword or spiritual power, that is absolutely impossible! Even if you kill me immediately, it can only be like this!" Bai Long looked at him for a while, his eyes were as cold as ice, Han Yiming knew that he had a killing intent, and he was no longer afraid at this time, he just thought that if he died, he would get the Mingyuan Sword, and he was afraid that the Green Dragon would ...... Suddenly, his hand was hot, and when he looked down, the body of the Ming Yuan Sword was red, and after a while, the sword body revealed a bright light and lit up.

Ming Yuan's sword became brighter and brighter, and his palms became hotter and hotter, but he clung to the hilt of the sword and did not dare to let go. When he raised his head, he suddenly found that the white dragon's right hand had also become as bright as a lit candle. Han Yiming's grip became tighter and tighter, he was on guard in his heart, and he had already begun to recite the sword technique, and the fingers of his right hand were firmly attached to the hilt of the sword. There was a sadness and horror in his heart, and he never expected that the white dragon he was most reluctant to be the enemy was now standing in front of him, already tense! But in his heart, he had already made up his mind, no matter what, he would never nod his head, he could thank him to death, but he would never nod!

Both of them were silent, only the right hand of Ming Yuan's sword and the white dragon became brighter and brighter, and later, it was already dazzling, and everything around them disappeared without a trace! The white dragon suddenly reached out and grabbed it, and the hilt of the sword in Han Yiming's right hand was so hot that he could barely grasp it, but he didn't dare to slack off in the slightest, he still held it tightly, and his palm was already numb with pain. With the white dragon's grasp, Han Yiming only felt that the sword body suddenly came out of his hand, and before he could think about it, he also reached out and grabbed the hilt of the sword in his hand. The sword of Ming Yuan had already flown out of his palm, and he grabbed it and grabbed it in his hand, but the palm of his hand was in pain.

At this time, the hilt of the sword was too hot to hold, Han Yiming clenched his teeth and held it hard, only to feel that his palms were burned, and he faintly smelled a scorching smell in his nose. But the white dragon stood on the opposite side, how could he let go? just couldn't help but quietly glance down. The sword of Ming Yuan has long been brilliant and dazzling.

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Can the white dragon snatch the sword of Mingyuan? Please pay attention to the next chapter! Happy weekend book friends!