The young man smiled lightly, and the iron chain in his hand dragged upward, Han Yiming only heard the sound of "bang" in the well, and suddenly his body was like being under heavy pressure, and the aura of slaughter enveloped his whole body in a moment, and the colorless and phaseless treasure mirror in his hand suddenly became extremely heavy, and among the white lotus on the mirror, white light was revealed, illuminating the white lotus and the bronze mirror below. Han Yiming wanted to tell Lingxin to be careful, but his body was already overwhelmed, so his mouth was open, but he couldn't make a sound. The young man still held the iron chain in his hand, standing in the wind, and the plain clothes on his body fluttered gently, like a jade tree in the wind, out of the dust.

The colorless and phaseless treasure mirror in Han Yiming's hand became heavier and heavier, so heavy that he could barely lift it, the "whoosh" sound of iron chains resounded in his ears, and there was a kind of groan, and there was a sound of moving and flipping from time to time, but for a moment, his mind was already groaned, and the hands on his body were also sore. This hasn't started yet, he is already barely supporting, Han Yiming has experienced dragon slaying, before the white dragon died, he was useless in the white dragon's enchantment, his existence, compared to the existence of the white dragon, is insignificant. I don't know how deep this young man's cultivation is, but seeing him standing in the air with a calm demeanor, it can be seen that his cultivation is not as powerful as he can guess. Han Yiming had only one thought in his heart at this time, he was not the enemy of Lingshan, but a friend of Lingshan, and he was really a blessing for himself.

Suddenly, all the sounds were gone, Han Yiming's body was still sour, but his consciousness was clear, there was a thick fog above Fang Jing, even if the moonlight was dim, this thick fog could not be seen more clearly. The fog cleared in an instant, and a dragon appeared. This is really a dragon, but it is not a golden dragon, nor a white dragon, nor a green dragon, this dragon is indigo. The dragon's head, dragon claws, dragon horns, and dragon whiskers are all bright indigo, and the dragon's body is indigo dragon scales. The moon white lined with indigo is getting cleaner and cleaner. The moonlight is really too cold in front of this indigo dragon, and the luster on the dragon's body is far brighter than the moonlight, but one of the dragon's hind legs is holding the iron chain, and the iron chain is not wrapped around the hind legs, but through the flesh from the root of the hind legs, and the iron chain is embedded in this dragon at all!

Han Yiming heard that the dragons he saw, in addition to the green dragon and the white dragon, were golden dragons, and he never thought that there would be an indigo dragon! And this kind of indigo is really the purest color, and the blue is extremely comfortable in the eyes. This blue dragon floated in the air, facing the young man, Han Yiming's body was overwhelmed, if it weren't for his tenacity, he would have been crushed to the ground, he gave his full support, only to feel that his shoulders and back were heavy. The young man was not at all oppressed, and his eyes were fixed on the dragon. When Han Yiming arrived at this time, he also looked at the dragon carefully. There are injuries on the dragon's body, where is the injury? Although Han Yiming couldn't move, his eyes saw the dragon from the beginning to the tail, and then from the tail to the head. The dragon suddenly turned the dragon's head to look at him, and Han Yiming immediately lowered his eyelids and stopped looking at the blue dragon. He just didn't look at it, and he felt that this dragon was extremely cold, and with Ling Li's murderous golden eyes, he turned around on himself. Han Yiming's body couldn't help but tremble, but it was only a moment, and he felt that the dragon's eyes were gone, and he still couldn't shake, not because he was afraid and afraid, but because he couldn't stop shaking. I only heard the young man smile lightly: "How can you look directly at spiritual things, haven't you suffered enough? Didn't your master teach you to meditate and see?"

Naturally, he had learned to meditate and see, but the blue-striped dragon came too quickly, too suddenly, and was indigo, which greatly surprised him, and he was stunned for a moment. With this young man's reminder, he immediately closed his eyes and calmed down. After a while, both the blue dragon and the young man appeared in front of them, and they could not see it more clearly, along with the injuries on the blue dragon's body. The leg of the blue dragon that was embedded in the iron chain was indeed wounded, and the wound was huge, and the iron chain through the flesh was only a small and small part of the wound. Half of the dragon's body on the side of the blue dragon that was passed through by the iron chain had no dragon scales, and an extremely long wound ran from top to bottom, reaching the dragon's tail, the wound had not yet healed, but the shape of the wound was no longer visible. The dragon scales on the wound had not yet grown, and the blue flesh on the dragon's tail had almost split in half. In this way, the dragon was also extremely badly injured. It's just that the seriously injured dragon is still a dragon, and it is still a spiritual creature that is high up and looks down on all beings!

The boy just floated quietly in the air, standing opposite the blue dragon. The blue dragon and the young man froze for a moment, then twisted his body and pressed down towards the mouth of the well. The dragon did not want to be their enemy, but only wanted to return to the well. The purple light flashed on the young man's body, and the purple sword flew out of nowhere, carrying more than a hundred purple sword lights, and slashed towards the dragon's head! The young man didn't say a word, and even moved his hand without warning. I don't know where he summoned the Zini Sword from, but his cultivation really surprised Han Yiming, as soon as he made a move, there were more than 100 sword lights, and these more than 100 sword lights were different from the sword lights he had seen before, these more than 100 sword lights were real, as if the Zini Sword had changed from one to more than 100 in the blink of an eye. Han Yiming looked at it with a clear heart, and what he could distinguish the most was the illusion of illusion. This young man didn't transform, and turned a sword into more than a hundred out of thin air!

More than a hundred purple sword lights went extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, all of them hit the dragon's head and body, although Han Yiming was sitting in the white circle, he felt that the wind was blowing, like a cut, the purple sword was so sharp. It's just that the dragon scales are also extremely hard, and the sword light of the Zini Sword also seems to be extremely hard. When the first sword light hit the dragon, the colorless and phaseless treasure mirror in Han Yiming's hand had already rotated, and a snow light overflowed from the white lotus. The white lotus turned into indigo in a blink of an eye, which is the same as the indigo on the dragon's body, and the petals that fall off are all indigo, white and icy and jade, but this indigo blue flower is indescribably delicate, and the blue and white petals are flying around Han Yiming, separating Lingxin and him from this side, and on the other side, it is the young man and the dragon. From the snow light that came out of the center of the indigo lotus, a branch was born, and this branch stretched upwards and divided into two branches, one left and one right, and these two branches were divided into two branches, which grew upwards and zigzagged up, and after a while, each branch was divided into two branches. On the tip of each branch, a small bud grows.

The hundred sword lights of the Zini Sword hit the dragon head dragon, as if it hadn't hit. But the dragon stopped castration, turned around and floated into the air again. The young man had a faint smile on his face, his expression was as usual, he didn't know when there was a lilac flower behind him, it was blooming behind him, the flower was huge, but there were only a few petals, but it was really ice and snow fairy, clean and dusty. This is a snow lotus, Han Yiming has seen the white snow lotus, at this time, the light purple on the petals of this snow lotus is extremely faint, but it can be seen clearly at a glance. The dragon suddenly opened its mouth and roared at the boy. Han Yiming had a "boom" in his mind, his heart tightened, his whole body trembled, and he almost couldn't sit still, and his heart was just beating like this. Something fell beside him, a flower fell to the ground, Han Yiming glanced at his eyes, a purple water lily had fallen beside him, and the spirit core couldn't help this roar, and its original form was revealed, and it fell to the ground.

Han Yiming hurriedly reached out and picked up the spirit core, put it in his arms, and tried his best to support it. The petals that fell around him were blue and white, and there were still countless petals flying around him, if it was usual, he could appreciate the beauty of the blue and white flowers, but at this time his life was at stake, and he had to concentrate on sitting here, and he couldn't be distracted. The blue dragon roared at the young man, the young man just stepped back, the light purple snow lotus petals behind him shook suddenly, closed inward, and wrapped the young man in the petals, but for a moment, the petals opened, and the young man still stood in the wind, the purple sword in his hand flickered, and the smile on the corner of the young man's mouth never changed.