The white dragon stretched out his palm, and a Ming Yuan sword appeared in his palm. Han Yiming knew that he was more comfortable with the Ming Yuan Sword, and he was almost able to catch it. At this time, the sword has been lost, I wonder what he will do with the three people here?

Bai Long's eyes glanced at the three spirit swords, stretched out his hand and grabbed it, his palm suddenly became huge, and the three long swords were grasped in his hand, and he was not discouraged when he lost the sword, and he made a gesture with his hands in front of him, Han Yiming knew that he was going to recall the sword. Clarity is also extremely resolute, and it will never stop there! Suddenly, the white dragon pointed at Mingliang with his left hand, and with a "snap", Mingliang became smaller out of thin air. Han Yiming was shocked and shouted, "You...... Brother Clarity!"

His word "you" just came out, and the next few words were blocked by the white dragon. Han Yiming knew that he shouted clearly, but he couldn't hear his own voice in his ears, Bai Long just glanced at him, and his voice disappeared without a trace. I can only watch the clarity become smaller, but I can't do anything about it.

The white dragon looked at the three spirit swords with his eyes, turned to Han Yiming, raised his hand and made a move, Han Yiming couldn't help himself, fluttered closer, and stood face to face with the white dragon. Bai Long said: "I know that you can't bear to be slaughtered by the green dragon by my wife, then let me ask you, are you willing to help me?" Thousands of "willing" flocked to Han Yiming's heart together, but this was not what kind of spell the white dragon cast on him, he wanted to help the white dragon from the bottom of his heart, but he couldn't say a word. If you want to explain to the white dragon that it is difficult to help, you can't say a word.

The two of them were relatively speechless, and the color of the god on Bai Long's face did not change in the slightest, and he said lightly: "If you want, you just need to nod." If you can't, don't say it, I don't bother to listen!" His tone was indifferent, but Han Yiming was so ashamed that he didn't even dare to look at the face of the white dragon, he lowered his head and looked at the thick white mist flowing under his feet.

The white dragon laughed, but he had no voice, no smile, but it made people a little unbearable to listen. After he finished laughing, he waved his hand at Han Yiming, Han Yiming couldn't help it, only to feel that he was getting farther and farther away from him, but he was getting bigger and bigger, and in a blink of an eye, he had already flown past Mingming's side, only to find that he was the same as Mingming, becoming extremely small, no wonder the white dragon looked bigger and bigger.

He floated out a little more before he stopped behind the clarity. I only heard Bailong say: "Okay, since you don't want to make a move, then I don't want to persecute either." But your division commander came to force each other with the same door, don't blame my subordinates for being ruthless!" Han Yiming was taken aback, and hurriedly looked down, the vast white mist below had become much thinner, and he could vaguely see the sword light aura below, crisscrossing and crisscrossing. Bai Long said lightly: "There are many people below who want to break this barrier and come to your rescue. And you, too, want not to offend Qinglong, so as to keep them safe, you really have the same breath and one mind!"

Although his tone was indifferent, it was an indescribable ridicule in Han Yiming's ears. Han Yiming said loudly: "You, you go quickly." I hope that you and your wife will be safe, but there is nothing I can do. His voice echoed as if it were in the wilderness, and it spread far away. At this time, he couldn't care whether others could hear it or not, as long as Bailong could leave, what if others heard it? What if he couldn't hear it?

Bai Long sneered: "You don't have to waste your efforts, no one can hear your voice in my enchantment! Well, I understand your kindness, but if I want to go against your kindness, not only will I not leave, but I will also kill here." Rather than others killing me, or others watching me being killed by the green dragon, why should I be merciful and plan for others?"

Han Yiming was shocked and anxious when he heard him say "a big kill", and said: "You, you ......" The silver light in the white dragon's brow flickered and dimmed, and he looked down: "Do you think that when you meet Qinglong on a narrow road, they will stand on my side and compete with Qinglong?" Han Yiming was stunned, and Bailong said: "I forgive them and they don't have that guts! They will only help Qinglong and put me to death! Instead of letting them put me to death, it is better for me to put them to death first." This is what you call a non-toxic husband!"

The white dragon smiled coldly, and with a wave of the sleeves of his robe, Han Yiming's eyes lit up, and there was a "buzz" in his ears, and he couldn't help himself, he couldn't even move, and he was imprisoned in an enchantment by the white dragon. When the white dragon waved his sleeves, his body was painful and numb, his limbs were like being bitten by ten thousand ants, and even his scalp was slightly numb. Gritting his teeth, he tried his best to first squeeze his hand into a fist, squeeze it tightly, and then let go, then squeeze it into a fist, and then let go. After doing this a few times, the numbing pain slowly disappeared and my hands and feet moved. It's just that he floats in the air, and he can move his hands and feet as much as he can, but he can't move forward or backward.

Suddenly, there were a few points of bright light flashing below, Han Yiming looked down, only to see that the spiritual light under the white mist flashed brighter and brighter, and there were a few points of spiritual light and the meaning of protruding to this side, it seemed that the people below were bent on breaking this barrier and came to confront the white dragon opposite! He was thinking about it, a bright spiritual light with colorful colors passed straight through the center of the white mist, penetrated the white mist, and came upward. The white mist below swirled, and dots of silver light swirled with the white mist, revolving around the bright aura!

Han Yiming saw that the aura was not one, but many aura rays were entangled together, the luster was bright, and he knew that it was not done by one person. He hurriedly looked at the white dragon. The white dragon sneered, as if he was a little disdainful, and he didn't look at the layer of white mist, nor did he look at the three swords in his hand, but raised his head and looked upward.

There was still chaos above, but in the center of this chaos, there was light, which was the light that came out of the white dragon, and it was shining upwards, and he was crystal clear and flickering, like a lamp, illuminating his enchantment. The white dragon looked at the chaos above, smiled slightly, stretched out his hand, turned it slightly, and suddenly pointed upward, and the chaos suddenly darkened, much darker than before. Han Yiming was stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized that he was strengthening his enchantment and preventing Qinglong from finding him immediately. Is he really going on a killing spree when he does this?

There was a soft sound of "swish" below, Han Yiming hurriedly looked down, only to see that the vast white mist in the rotation suddenly seemed to be waved away, flying outward from the center and scattering, and below, standing densely were the people and horses of various factions who came to slay the dragon.

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