Suddenly, the figure around him shook, turned his head and looked, Yuan Hui also chased after him with the imperial envoy Tengjiao Sword, he opened his mouth and said something to Han Yiming, Han Yiming only saw his mouth move, but he couldn't hear his voice, looked back at him, and said loudly: "Senior brother, I can't hear what you say!" Yuan Hui looked at him and stopped talking, Han Yiming turned around, the sword had taken him over the treetops, and in the empty field behind the woods, a man in white sneered at everyone.

Han Yiming had already expected that it was the white dragon coming, but when he saw it like this, he was still surprised. Looking around, I saw that all the sects and factions were all in full array. Qinglong has only been here for a short time, and at this time the white dragon has also arrived, so that everyone can't figure out what his intentions are? It stands to reason that the white dragon has always avoided everyone here, and the last time he met everyone, it was the result of everyone chasing after him, but this time he appeared here, but he appeared in front of everyone on his own. Suddenly, Han Yiming sweated urgently.

Suddenly, he remembered that the division commanders of various sects had discussed what strange spells and strange blades he wanted to use to catch the white dragon, and he became more and more worried, and he just wanted to say "go quickly" to the white dragon in his heart, but he couldn't say a word in his mouth. The white dragon stood in the middle of the field, his expression was cold, he didn't look around, and his attitude was leisurely. Suddenly, Yuan Huifei approached, he opened his mouth, and his voice came intermittently: "Teacher, brother,...... Hands-free...... Let him...... Leave ......" Han Yiming glanced back at Yuan Hui, and there was a burst of excitement in his heart, Yuan Hui was going to let the white dragon go. I didn't want to say to Yuan Hui: "Senior brother, thank you." But he couldn't help it, knowing that it was intermittent to say it, but he was also afraid that if he said it coherently, it would be unfavorable for others to hear it.

Suddenly, a red light flashed around him, Yuan Hui had already made the sword fly forward, standing with everyone in his master's sect, his Tengjiao sword was bright red and dazzling, different, even among a large group of cultivators holding swords, it was also extremely prominent. Han Yiming was stunned for a while, and then looked at Bai Long's unfazed and indifferent demeanor, and knew that he came to the door on purpose, not because everyone else found him. Han Yiming was anxious in his heart, although these many people surrounded the white dragon and would not act rashly, but he was so anxious that he was covered in sweat.

Suddenly, I heard someone say: "White Dragon, there are many of us, and we don't want to embarrass you, you follow us to see the Venerable Qinglong, and you will settle the matter between you by yourself." Many of us, you can't take advantage of it. Although you are a dragon species, we are not afraid of you!" Han Yiming was worried in his heart, the white dragon stood alone in the field, looking arrogant, and there were hundreds of people from various sects and factions, not to mention the long sword standing on the ground, not to mention, there were many people flying in the air with the sword, condescending to the white dragon, for a while, the sword was tense. I don't know who spoke before, but although the words were spoken, no one took the lead.

The white dragon laughed, the laughter was faintly mixed with the sound of wind and thunder, Han Yiming's ears tingled, he was dizzy, and he couldn't help but raise his hand to cover his ears, but the sound penetrated like an awl, burrowed into his ear drums, and stabbed his ears painfully. After a while, the dizziness dissipated, but I heard a voice say: "Good guy, isn't this a move?

Someone makes a move, and then someone follows. Han Yiming's eyes hadn't retracted from those few sword lights, and he had seen dots of light in the corners of his eyes, with different colors and shapes, but they were all heading towards the white dragon, and in the blink of an eye, the countless flashes of light had rushed to the white dragon. These sword lights were colorful and dazzling, and I don't know how many people had already shot at the white dragon in a moment. The white dragon was motionless, his expression was leisurely, and he suddenly opened his mouth to blow as he watched countless sword lights fly in front of him.

The many sword lights suddenly flickered brightly, and the little lights splashed everywhere, like a spark blown by the wind, getting brighter and brighter, but they all stopped two feet in front of the white dragon, unable to force it. Seeing these many sword lights gathered in front of the white dragon, it was really like a group of fireflies gathered together. Han Yiming looked around, and saw that Gu Hongbo, Jiang Yuroe, and Pingbo Daoren's long swords were already full of sword light, and knew that they had all made a move, but when he saw that the white dragon was lightweight, he was relieved again.

Bai Long laughed: "Who did it, but you did it!" Do you want to see how I did it?" He stretched out his right hand, and took the sword light fixed in front of him a little, and as soon as he opened his mouth to blow, Han Yiming felt that the golden light flashed in front of him, and countless sword lights split his head and face, and rained towards everyone. All of a sudden, everyone below dodged with their respective swords. Those who are agile and have cultivated deeply have already experienced countless times, so they naturally took precautions and flashed away early. It's just that the cultivation is not good, and the clumsy disciple is unlucky. The white dragon was surrounded by people on all sides, and at this time, seeing the Dao Dao sword light rushing towards him in turn, he was naturally in a hurry to dodge. There are many people here, the space is narrow, and it is inconvenient to dodge, and many disciples have already collided with each other and fallen from the sky.

A cultivator is nothing even if he bumps into it. It's just that everyone's cultivation is different, high or low, and the cultivation is not very high, and he can still turn over the sword in mid-air. The one with low cultivation hit it not lightly, and his body fell to the ground involuntarily. At this time, there were disciples from all factions who fell down, and Gu Hongbo said first: "Ha, we can't bear to do it, you are ruthless!"

Bai Long sneered: "Seeing that you are also a little old, you actually do not distinguish between right and wrong, and you are not ashamed? Could it be that you are only allowed to do it? How many disciples have you dropped? Have you lost your old face? Okay, since I said that I am ruthless, I will let you take a look at it with my ruthless hands! lest you be told in vain!" As soon as the words fell, his right hand grabbed in the air, and the light in his hand was already dazzling, and there was a "crackling" sound.

I don't know where he stretched out his hand and grabbed a handful of lightning in his hand, and without looking at the crowd, he threw it into the crowd. Originally, many disciples had fallen to the ground, some had already stood up, and some had not yet gotten up, when the white dragon suddenly threw a bolt of lightning, which came quickly and violently, and before everyone could react, the ground had already "snapped" and exploded, only to hear someone screaming and howling, and some people cursing loudly, and it had already been messed up. Han Yiming first saw that there were no Lingshan brothers and sisters among the people who fell to the ground, and then his heart relaxed. How do you know that the white dragon will do it when he says it, and without hesitation, where can he keep up with such a fast white dragon, staring blankly, at a loss.

A bolt of lightning smashed the ground into snow-white, and after a while, the lightning disappeared, and the disciples who fled between them were all in a state of embarrassment, but the disciples who couldn't escape were even more embarrassed than the disciples who escaped. All of them were blackened by the lightning, their hair was scorched, and their clothes were tattered, and they looked funny and embarrassed.

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What will happen when the white dragon meets the others? Tomorrow will tell the book friends! May the book friends make progress in their careers!