Han Yiming was so anxious that he couldn't wait to reach out to separate them, seeing that Lingguang was about to pounce on them, seeing that they were still dizzy, and one of them was dressed in plain clothes, undoubtedly his senior brother in Lingshan. Sighing silently, he closed his eyes, unable to bear to look at them again.

After a while, when I opened my eyes, the dozen or so people from before were gone, only the arrogant aura was still swirling around the field, and everyone was dodging in all directions. Where can Han Yiming manage so much, looking towards the place with the most plain clothes, he can't stop reciting the sword trick in his heart and mouth, Ba hopes that he can recapture the Ming Yuan Sword from the hands of the white dragon, and he also hopes that the master of the same sect can break through this enchantment and escape, not because he is sitting still and waiting to be killed, killed by the white dragon!

Suddenly, the white dragon's hand was loosened, and the spirit sword was like an arrow off the string, with a long tail-like aura, and flew out, the white dragon just moved his fingers slightly, and the spirit sword with the spiritual light had been divided into three, flowing in all directions, sweeping through the crowd. Dozens of people were wiped away and never to be seen again. But that spiritual light was endless, and then it was divided from two to four, from four to eight, reverberating horizontally in the white dragon's enchantment! Han Yiming gritted his teeth, wanting not to look at it, but he had to look at it, and the green tendons on his forehead jumped violently.

The aura was like having eyes, and he followed closely behind several people, Han Yiming's eyes were sharp, and he had already seen a group of people chasing after him all dressed in plain clothes, and the sword in the hand of the first person was the Jinqing Sword! That was Sima Lingyi, senior brother! It was all his senior brothers! He was so anxious that he shouted: "Senior brother, go away! Don't look back!" I wonder if all the senior brothers have heard it? They didn't look back, they just flew forward, high and low, left and right, but they flashed away this spiritual light, and encountered another spiritual light, which really gave birth to more than a dozen eyes, but I am afraid that it will not be enough!

Suddenly, the aura that was flowing around turned his head and converged in one place, Han Yiming breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the aura was no longer chasing after everyone in the sect, but he saw that where the aura converged, a figure flashed out, he raised it flat with one hand, and the aura that was wandering around all rushed towards it! A moment later, all the aura gathered in his palm!

He raised his left hand flat, and the spirit sword flying everywhere flew towards him, flying into his palm. Han Yiming became frightened for no reason, held his breath, and stared at the man tightly. That person is a figure, his face is not clear, he is the brightest light source in this enchantment, but he is just a figure, the golden light around him, the figure is reflected in black, and he can't look at it directly. Han Yiming glanced at it, and there was a pain in his eyes, so he had to avoid it.

But that figure, no matter how he avoided it, was always in his eyes. Although he couldn't see his appearance clearly, his actions were clear. The spiritual light in the palm of his hand was also very bright and colorful, but it could not take away the brilliance from him. The aura in his hand gathered more and more, and the faster the aura that wandered around surged towards his palm. Even the three spirit swords that were connected together rushed towards him!

The figure waited for the spirit sword to fly in front of him, stretched out his other hand, and flicked at the spirit sword, the spiritual power of the white dragon binding the spirit sword lit up, and it dissipated in a blink of an eye, and the three spirit swords flew upward, Han Yiming was already stunned, and he didn't even recite the sword trick, and the Ming Yuan sword had already flown in front of him, floating quietly beside him!

Han Yiming didn't reach out to take it, his eyes were full of that figure. An indescribable panic filled my heart, and I thought of something, but I didn't dare to think so clearly. I wanted to shout at the white dragon to leave, but I couldn't make a sound, so I could only watch blankly. Look at the figure, and then look at the white dragon. The white dragon had already retracted his hand, his face did not change, and he stood in place, just glancing at the figure. The silvery-white vortex above the white dragon's head spun rapidly, turning into a cloud of white mist, which he inhaled into his nose. The little red and white swirl between his eyebrows no longer swirled, but shrunk into a dot that was half bright red and half silver-white, embedded in the center of his eyebrows.

Suddenly, a voice sounded in Han Yiming's heart: "Where is he?" This voice did not ring in his ears, but in his heart, cold and hard, completely ruthless, but like a thunderbolt sounding in his heart, it made people jump and shudder. It should be to ask "her", he tried his best to comfort himself, and glanced at Bailong again. Bai Long just smiled faintly: "You have the ability to find it yourself!

There was a sudden burst of thunder in the enchantment, which shocked Han Yiming and made his heart tremble. I don't know how long it took, but it was calm. Bai Long said lightly: "We finally met, you have been looking for me for a long time, and I have also waited for you for a long time." Needless to say, your earth-shattering tricks just have to come out. I'm not going to sit back. The figure disappeared in a flash, leaving only the white dragon and the people in the enchantment, still in place.

Han Yiming said in his heart: "Could it be ......" Before he finished thinking about it, there was a light in front of him, and the green mountains and green waters were all revealed, but the sky was no longer a blue sky, and the white clouds were gone. The sky was covered with black clouds, and thick clouds rolled up, but there was no howling wind, no birdsong flapping wings, and no wild beasts running. Between heaven and earth, everything is silent. Where the thick clouds rolled, a blue-colored, glass-like dragon body loomed. Qinglong, sure enough, it's Qinglong! Han Yiming was instantly weak, and Qinglong finally came. Suddenly, his body sank and fell downward. Han Yiming was originally floating steadily in the air, but this time he was caught off guard, and with a movement of his fingers, the Ming Yuan Sword flew with a "buzz" and held him up. He looked around, and Mingxi and Yuan Hui also snatched their own swords, floating in the air like him.

The white dragon is as steady as Mount Tai, even his complexion has not changed, his eyes are like stars, and the corners of his mouth are smiling, fixed in the air. Han Yiming looked at him, with endless grief in his heart, it was too late to say anything at this time, and there was no need to say anything. The white dragon and the green dragon have met face to face, and this matter has nothing to do with him, as well as these idle people. It can't be related, it can't be relevant! These many people have been chasing for so long in order to find the white dragon and let him get out, as long as the green dragon arrives before he escapes, everyone will be finished. At this point, it was really over, but no one walked away!

Han Yiming was still staring blankly, and suddenly heard someone below shouting: "Why don't you hurry up and get out of the way!" Everyone flew in a hurry, obviously to vacate this place and let the green dragon and the white dragon fight. Or they are afraid that the two dragons will fight each other and harm themselves, so they hurriedly fly away to save their lives. looked at the white dragon, but couldn't move half a step. Suddenly, a man crashed into him, dragged him, and flew backwards.

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