Han Yiming had already seen the sharp white light on the dragon's claws, and the Shadow Chasing Wind Sword couldn't help but use it, and the Dao Sword Light rushed upward. Suddenly, an extremely bright sword next to him came sideways, and said clearly: "Senior brother, the sword can't be taken off!" Han Yiming would not have used a sword move such as the Demon Sword, but when he saw a wave of his hand, a sword light swung upward. But it was an extremely wide sword light, overflowing from the tip of the sword, like a splash of golden soup, and went horizontally upward. The sword light is bright, and it is really not comparable to his own Mingyuan sword!

The clear cultivation is much higher than Han Yiming, a sword is slashed, and another sword is slashed, the sword light is extremely bright, so bright that Han Yiming has to squint. It went faster than the previous sword light, and after a moment, it went hand in hand with the previous sword light, and it had already pounced on the tip of the white dragon's outstretched claws. The white dragon's originally stretched front paws suddenly disappeared, and he let out a long roar at a few sword lights, which shook people's ear drums and shook his body, Han Yiming only felt that he was standing on the cusp of the storm, his heart was tightened, he could no longer stand up straight, he bent down, but he was unwilling to bow his head, staring at the white dragon above. The few sword lights that rushed in front of the white dragon were all wiped out with a long roar!

Chen Weiyu stretched out his hand and grabbed it in the air, and grabbed the Qingshuang Sword in the air, but he didn't know where the Qingshuang Sword went, and he grabbed it out with a hand. Chen Weiyu didn't say a word, the Qingshuang sword flickered in his hand, and countless swords lit up around him, all of which were two inches in size, surrounding him in the center. With a wave of his hand, a cold wind swept by, and the countless small swords around him rushed towards the white dragon with this cold wind. The little sword was small at first, Han Yiming looked at it, but saw that they were getting bigger and bigger, and couldn't help but glance at Uncle Shi, only to see that he swung his sword forward again, and brought out a cool breeze to the bone, and the sword that went straight to the white dragon was bigger again. Suddenly realized, it turned out that every time Uncle Shi swung a sword, the sword that rushed to the enemy in front of him would become larger due to the replenishment of his spiritual power, and the shape of each sword was the same as the Qingshuang Sword, I don't know if it was also the same sharp.

Although Han Yiming knew that the white dragon was very powerful, that is, the dragon scales were already strong and abnormal, but the Qingshuang Sword was no longer an ordinary sword. The countless swords that flew away all hit the white dragon, and I was afraid that I would also suffer some flesh and skin injuries. I don't know what to do for a while, if I persuade my uncle, I don't know if the three of us here will be tied up. But Bailong couldn't persuade him, Han Yiming had already told him that he hoped that he would go far away and never come back. But he kept coming close to them again and again. Whether he did it on purpose or had to come, it was not a good thing to be close to him like this!

Suddenly, the white dragon's body circled, and its long body was connected head and tail, like a jade dragon ring, spinning rapidly. A whirlwind was raised, and everyone's ears were filled with the sound of whirring wind, and the countless green frost swords that had flown in front of it fell into it and disappeared without a trace. Han Yiming was dumbfounded, looked at it for a moment, and turned his head, but Chen Weiyu was holding a long sword and staring at the white dragon with his eyes firmly fixed. Only Mingxi, who had been standing beside Chen Weiyu for some time, also turned his head and glanced at Han Yiming.

The two of them looked at each other as if they had a soul, and they both looked up, and the dragon head of the white dragon poked out of the whirlwind, and one of its front paws also stretched out, grabbing it downward! Chen Weiyu raised his voice and shouted: "Are you afraid of you, do you want me to cut off one of your front paws?" Han Yiming knew that Uncle Shi was not lying, since Zini could cut off Mi Rui, Qingshuang might be able to cut off the white dragon. Taken aback, he said, "Uncle!" Chen Weiyu turned a deaf ear, and still said loudly: "You must know that you have to have fate, and you can't ask for it." Why do you have to force it? Let's fight for a while, your enchantment is no longer secure, if there is a sound to go out, drive people over, can you still go? Qinglong may not know that this enchantment is here!" The dragon claws that poked out of the white dragon slowed down. Han Yiming saw that a layer of white frost had condensed on the green frost sword in his uncle's hand, and it became colder and colder, and even his uncle's hand holding the sword was covered with a layer of white frost, and he didn't know whether it was good or bad, so he raised his head and said, "Hurry up!

Suddenly, the white dragon's front paws had reached the top of his head, but it was grasping clearly. Han Yiming was shocked, the Mingyuan sword in his hand waved, and a sword light swept up, and it was clear that he had a deep cultivation, and he was not chaotic in the face of danger, and the sword in his hand was as bright as gold and swung upward, and a sword light went up from the bottom to the top. Han Yiming swung out a sword, couldn't help but regret it, and shouted loudly: "You go quickly!" The two sword lights crisscrossed and rushed upwards together.

The white dragon had no intention of retreating, and grabbed it with one front paw below! Han Yiming was so anxious that he couldn't stop it. As soon as he hesitated, the Ming Yuan Sword in his hand became sluggish. But the sword light that was as blind as golden soup lay between heaven and earth, and with a suffocating faint sound of wind and thunder, it went upward! The sword slashing really lived up to its name, and it was extraordinary as soon as it struck! Han Yiming was so anxious that he stopped and said loudly to the white dragon: "Hurry up!"

It's a pity that there was already a lot of weather in that scene, and there were bursts of thunder, and even his own ears were booming, and the voice he shouted out couldn't be heard at all! Suddenly, the white dragon opened his mouth, and before Han Yiming could understand it, Chen Weiyu had already jumped high in the air. As soon as the Qingshuang Sword in his hand was horizontal, it pressed against the Clear Rhino Slashing Sword! Han Yiming looked down, the Fourth Master Uncle was only a very small one, but the Clear Slashing Rhino Sword was already an extremely wide and bright one, and with a slight wave, it seemed that the Fourth Senior Uncle would be loosened. I was so anxious that I wanted to scream, but when I saw that the clear sword was no longer waving, the fourth uncle faced the white dragon dragon head, and seemed to whisper something, and the white dragon suddenly stopped.

Han Yiming and Mingming glanced at each other, and Mingming also looked up. Suddenly, the white dragon roared angrily, stretched out its long claws, and grabbed it downward! Before Han Yiming could react, he raised his clear rhino sword, bypassed Chen Weiyu, and slashed towards the white dragon! Han Yiming was in a hurry, the rhino sword was so weird, and Uncle Shi was still above, just in case, just in case...... Suddenly, I only heard Chen Weiyu's clear voice in the audience: "You leave quickly, your enchantment can't support it anymore! Do you really want Qinglong to come here?"

Before the words fell, suddenly there was a light in the air, and the clear rhino sword had swung on the white dragon's front paws, and in an instant, he saw that the golden soup swept over the tip of the white dragon's claws, cutting off one of his pointed long armors! Although Han Yiming knew that the rhino sword was extremely sharp, he was stunned for a moment. The clear eyes flickered firmly, but there was no intention of retreating at all, the white dragon roared wildly, and had retreated backwards, like a whirlwind, without a trace!

I only heard the sound of "pop", and the original chaos disappeared, and there was a wilderness in front of me. The white dragon and his enchantment were gone, and only the night wind swept through the trees, bringing a slight "rustle" sound of branches and leaves.

Why did the white dragon suddenly appear? The next chapter will tell you about this! Thank you for your continued support. Thank!