Over the past few days, the white dragon is no longer as traceless as before, but there are flashes of inspiration every day, and everyone has changed from the previous scattered disorder to running around every day. In the past, it was difficult to find even the wind and grass, but now it is full of changes, and everyone just has to hurry.

All of a sudden, everyone said that Bailong was already poor in donkey skills and was at the end of his rope. Therefore, the interest in slaying the dragon before was raised, and the idea of dividing the white dragon was born, and his heart was very happy. Han Yiming thought about the vast supernatural powers of the green dragon, and he couldn't help but feel a little sad in his heart, and when he was hurrying, he looked around, but there was no trace of the green dragon. But I also know that it will not stop there, and the worries in my heart are growing day by day.

In the early morning of this day, there was a flash of spiritual light in the distant sky, and everyone here rushed to the place where the spiritual light flashed, but there was no trace of the white dragon. Han Yiming breathed a sigh of relief, stood aside, watched them busy with cold eyes, turned around after a moment and left. When I turned around, it was already dark. Immediately after that, his chest was hot and hot.

Han Yiming was taken aback, and he calmed down, only to see that in the darkness, there was a man in white, who was the white dragon. Han Yiming knew that he had set up an enchantment, and everyone outside couldn't see it. Bai Long laughed: "I don't want to go!" I want them to see it! Don't they want to kill me in their hearts? I sent it to the door, I want to see, who can kill me?" Han Yiming was about to speak, and the light was shining in front of him, the dim chaos was gone, and there were mountains, rocks, forests and trees around him, as well as the people who had walked with him for many days.

For a moment, there was a lot of silence. The white dragon suddenly came and calmed everyone in the local area, no one could speak, and no one dared to move easily. Although hundreds of thousands of people gathered here, there was no sound, so quiet that even a needle would make a loud noise when it landed. The white dragon was actually standing in the center of these thousands of people, his expression was cold, and he was quite unimpressed. Han Yiming was so anxious that he was sweating, and wanted to let him leave as loudly as before, but he couldn't make a sound, couldn't open his mouth, and couldn't make a sound.

There was a stalemate for a while, and I don't know who shouted "White Dragon!" in an instant, only to hear the sound of the sword coming out of its sheath. Everyone rushed here, and there was no trace of the white dragon, and each put the sword in the sheath, but he suddenly appeared, and they were all stunned. When he came to his senses, he summoned his sword again. It's just that the sword was summoned, but it was still a stalemate, after all, the two thousand years of cultivation of the white dragon made people dare not underestimate it. Although there are many people in the field combined, I am afraid that tens of thousands of years of cultivation have been there, but can the cultivation be accumulated in this way? Therefore, although he usually screams fiercely, no one dares to take the lead in attacking him at this time.

Han Yiming was so anxious that he couldn't speak, suddenly the clouds in the sky surged, the white dragon raised his head and took a look, suddenly with a wave of his hand, Han Yiming only felt a flower in front of him, and the meteors in the sky were rushing towards him, with a screaming sound, dense as raindrops, and he had already spilled his head and face. Although his cultivation is low, he has experienced the Maha Maha before, and his reaction is really not slow, with a flick of his fingers, the sword of Ming Yuan has been flicked in the air, and as soon as he grasps the hilt of the sword, he has recited the sword trick of chasing the wind in his heart a few times, and his fingers are knocked on the hilt of the sword, and several golden rays of light overflow, and the meteors that have been sprinkled above his head have been waved away. It's just that the meteors were like a torrential rain, sprinkled all over the place, and they had to wave the Mingyuan Sword again and again to block the meteors with a sharp whistling.

Looking at the place where the white dragon stood, where were there still human figures? My heart was relieved, and I also had an indescribable taste, and I heard the ghost crying wolf in my ears, and when I looked at both sides, the shooting stars of the white dragon had been knocked down. Among the many people who come with us, there are those who are advanced in cultivation, and there will be those who are not good in cultivation. There are also people who have never seen such a scene at all, they are all stunned, although there are people around them to help, but there is always negligence, and it is inevitable that someone will be hit. I don't know what the white dragon meteor is, Han Yiming heard those people crying wolf, and when he looked at it with his heart, he saw that everyone had scars on their bodies, and suddenly saw that the little senior brother Shen Ruofu was supported by Senior Brother Gu, and he was about to go over to see him, but suddenly he felt that everything was silent, and gusts of wind came down from top to bottom, and the originally chaotic surroundings were silent for a moment!

Han Yiming looked up and saw that a faintly transparent blue-black dragon head was facing him, and in a pair of golden eyes, two arc-shaped lightning bolts couldn't spin. In the blue-black dragon head, the spiritual light flowed. I don't know when the green dragon has appeared above everyone's heads! Han Yiming was so close to the green dragon for the first time, and he stayed for a moment, and suddenly there was an intermittent sound in his ears, as if someone was shouting in his ear, and when he looked back, the teachers and disciples of the various factions had already knelt on the ground, and among these many people, he was the only one who stood in place, looking at Qinglong with his head raised. And the sound of non-existence came to his ears intermittently.

Suddenly understood where the sound came from at that time, and looked towards several masters, only to see that although Lu Yueqing bowed his hand, his eyes were facing him, and his lips moved slightly, as if he had said something. He was stunned for a moment, and just as he was about to bow down to give a salute, Qinglong's golden eyes had already shone on him, and a chill rose from Han Yiming's heart, spreading rapidly, and his body could no longer move. When the eyes looked down, there was nothing abnormal on the body, but even the white clothes no longer fluttered, only the heart, and there were ups and downs.

Qinglong glanced at him, and there was a chill in his huge golden eyes. Han Yiming suddenly understood, why the master said that the green dragon is a ruthless thing, the gold is a little warm, and the blue and black are not all clear, but these two are on the same body of the green dragon, but it shows the coldness of the forest, the faintly transparent, glass-like body of the green dragon is extremely beautiful, but it is also extremely frightening. The glass is dazzling and crystal clear, but it is very easy to break. But the beautiful body of the green dragon, which is like glass, does not necessarily break apart, but is stronger than gold and iron.

The green dragon's whiskers, claws, horns, and dorsal fins are all golden, and apart from the incomparable magnificence and awe-inspiring majesty, there is no hint of warmth, but it looks extremely cold and sharp. Han Yiming only felt that the coldness all over his body was permeating, his hands, feet and limbs were no longer his own, and the chill was still surging towards his heart little by little. At this time, everything around him was no longer in his mind, and his mind was already numb from the cold, only his heart, and there was still a slight warmth. Also because of the warmth of his heart, Han Yiming could still detect the coldness on his body.

Suddenly, there was a flower in front of me, and I don't know what stuck to my eyes, and my eyes couldn't see anymore. Not only was he unable to see it, but he couldn't even hear anything in his ears. Everything that happened to him had nothing to do with him, as if he was the only one left in this world, only he and the green dragon above his head.