And among these people, the people standing are completely different from the people around them, and even the spiritual light on their bodies is brighter than the dazzling ones elsewhere. Han Yiming saw the fifth uncle Zhao Haoyang standing in the crowd at a glance, and then saw the master Lu Yueqing, and also saw the fourth uncle Chen Weiyao. All of them were overflowing with spiritual energy, and the spiritual qi on the blades of their swords was surging.

Bai Long laughed: "It's finally face to face, you don't have to be polite, you don't have to be soft." If there are any means, just use them one by one, so that I can also see and understand!" His voice was clear, and Han Yiming suddenly noticed that there was a small white vortex above his head, which was slowly spinning. There was a little silver light in the middle, the stars were white, Han Yiming opened his mouth in surprise, although he didn't have much knowledge, but he also knew that this situation was a precursor to the white dragon's anger. I couldn't help but shout loudly: "Master, Uncle be careful!"

As soon as his voice came out, it was gone! It only echoed in his head, but he heard nothing in his ears. I only heard the people below: "Bai Long, do you really want to be enemies of these many people? Do you really not take us people in your eyes?" Bai Long smiled disdainfully: "Ha, obviously you are the ones who insist on being my enemy! You will talk nonsense in turn! Just because you are also worthy of being my enemy? I really didn't take you seriously!" His tone was contemptuous, his voice was neither high nor low, but everyone could hear it clearly, the man choked speechless, and stopped speaking.

Suddenly, someone shouted, "You, you dare to steal our spirit sword!" The voice was surprised and angry. The white dragon flashed out the three spirit swords with his backhand, and there was an immediate gasp from below. Bai Long glanced at the three spirit swords one by one, and said coldly: "Is it really your spirit sword? It's really unashamed, the master of the spirit sword, I have been locked in the enchantment, you said it was yours, how about I also lock you in?"

The Ming Yuan Sword in his hand was already shining like a bright lamp when he raised his hand, illuminating the barrier as if it were daylight. It's just that the luster is too strong, and it's just a pale gold, which illuminates the enchantment brightly, and where it can't be illuminated, it's still dark. As soon as the white dragon waved his hand, the Mingyuan Sword let out a sharp roar, and the roar was much sharper and louder than the roar that Han Yiming had heard before, with a creepy poignant, which made people a little dizzy and black.

The Mingyuan Sword in the White Dragon's hand was many times more powerful than in Han Yiming's hand, and in the overflow of spiritual energy, the Mingyuan Sword seemed to be wide and heavy, and the sword slashed down, accompanied by the terrible roar, with a long golden light. Han Yiming was so anxious that he shouted: "Be careful, be careful!" Although he couldn't make a sound, his anxiety was inevitable. I don't care if I can't make a sound, I just call hard.

When everyone below saw that something was wrong, they had already scattered and fled, and Han Yiming watched as the Ming Yuan Sword in Bai Long's hand turned into a golden light and smashed to the ground. That golden light was incomparably hard, and a long ravine appeared on the ground, and in the chaos, it was especially shocking! Han Yiming's heart was beating like a drum, if this sword was cut on a person, I don't know what it would be? Although the white dragon could not really draw out the resentment and spiritual power of Luan Niao and Mi Rui in Ming Yuan's sword, but Ming Yuan was originally a spirit sword, and he personally awakened it, coupled with his two thousand years of spiritual power, this sword was naturally unstoppable, and it opened up the mountain!

The white dragon laughed: "Well, it's really a good sword, how about we try it with a different sword?" casually threw Ming Yuan, Ming Yuan floated in the air beside him, and Bai Long picked up the sword of slashing rhino. Han Yiming was stunned for a moment, but he immediately recited the sword trick in his heart. But even though he read it as fast as a wheel, the Ming Yuan Sword didn't move! He was so anxious that he was sweating profusely, only to hear the white dragon's voice penetrate his ears: "You don't have to read it! Just keep your eyes open and wait to see a good show!" At this time, everyone below had fixed their figures, and for a while, the sword light flashed, and the sword light of each person's demon slaying sword, demon sword and unknown hall, which dazzled Han Yiming, had been splashed towards the white dragon like splashing water. The white dragon head didn't raise his head, he didn't care at all about the sword lights that had caught up in front of him, and smiled slightly. Han Yiming couldn't help but worry about him, and couldn't help but say, "You, you, be careful!" He completely forgot that he couldn't shout, and after shouting hard, he couldn't hear his own voice in his ears, and he didn't know what to do for a while!

But seeing that the white dragon's head was slightly biased, he smiled slightly towards his side, and with a wave of his hand, Han Yiming saw bits and pieces of golden soup splashing out from him, smashing the heavy sword light that had rushed in front of him. Everyone below withdrew their hands for a while, and looking up, Han Yiming saw that the rhino sword in Bai Long's hand was many times brighter than in Mingxi's hand. Different from Ming Yuan's pale golden luster, the rhino sword was completely deep to the extreme golden light, and in the hands of the white dragon, there were still bits and pieces of inexhaustible golden soup dripping from the rhino sword. The rhino sword completely lost the appearance of the stone sword that Han Yiming had ever seen, and it really turned into golden soup, and everyone below quietly spread out to all sides, emptying the center of this enchantment.

The white dragon casually turned away everyone's attacks, firstly, his two thousand years of spiritual power was extraordinary, and secondly, it was the work of the spirit sword. The matching swords and weapons made by the people below are already extraordinary, some are also swords, and some are treasures cultivated by themselves, but by the way, the white dragon and these spirit swords have completely lost their sharpness and extraordinary, but they are a little ordinary. Therefore, no one will rush to attack.

The white dragon struck a blow, glanced at the rhino sword in his hand, nodded and smiled: "Well, it's really a good thing." Then he looked at the bright red Tengjiao sword, and at a glance, his hands were faintly dyed with a layer of red. Han Yiming saw on the side that Bai Long could use these swords freely, and he was already so anxious that he became impetuous. Knowing that everyone is on a par with Bailong, it is a luxury, but he can't help but think about it, he just hopes that both parties will be unharmed. He didn't want to see the white dragon get hurt, but if the white dragon injured the many people below, he also didn't want to see it. It's hard to have the best of both worlds, so you can only be in a hurry. Seeing the people below attacking the white dragon, he was anxious, and when he saw the white dragon attacking everyone, he was also anxious. Whoever hurts anyone is not a good thing! Suddenly, there are countless points of spiritual light coming up from below, and what is revealed in the ambilight is not only beautiful, but also a burst of murderous aura!

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