The young man held the neon sword in his hand, looked at the blue dragon, and suddenly flew straight to the dragon's head. The Zini Sword was in his hand, and the sword body was flooded with Dao Dao Treasure Light, like water waves, rippling from the hilt to the tip of the sword. Countless blizzards rushed out of the blue dragon's golden eyes, Han Yiming had heard a gentle "ding" sound in his ears, his shoulders were cold and painful, and when he looked at the sore spots, a piece of crystal ice and snow cut through the petals and flew close to him, melting on his shoulder, and his shoulder was also cut. There was also a pain in his arm, and when he looked down, his arm was also cut, and there was also a piece of ice and snow on his arm. The wind and snow in the eyes of the blue dragon are extremely sharp.

The wind and snow rushed in front of the boy, and the boy suddenly disappeared. It really disappeared out of thin air, but in an instant, the young man had already appeared, no more than a foot away from the dragon's head, he swept over the dragon's head with a swing of his sword, the purple neon sword in his hand was brilliant, sparks splashed above the dragon's head, and a small dragon's horn had been cut off by him. The dragon horn fell, and it landed three feet away from Han Yiming, and the indigo dragon horn could be seen clearly even at night.

The purple neon sword treasure light flowed, and the light on the sword body that was already like a jewel was like a dream, and the young man cut off a horn dragon horn, and the smile on his face became thicker and thicker, and the wind and snow wrapped in the blue dragon disappeared a foot in front of him. Han Yiming's side is a colorless and phaseless treasure mirror that blocks the ice and snow. The blue dragon dragon body circled, but suddenly, a black whirlwind had been bred, although Han Yiming had a colorless and phaseless treasure mirror to protect him, but he also heard the wind whistling, the thick black in the whirlwind seemed to have the power to suck him into it, Han Yiming only felt that he floated slightly, and wanted to float towards the black. Looking at the young man, he was also a little unstable, the white clothes on his body were no longer the white clothes worn by the boy, but the plain clothes that Han Yiming wore before, the clothes were light, but they were facing the dark place.

The blue dragon grabbed a dragon claw at the young man, Han Yiming only felt that his eyelids were hot, but fortunately he was looking with his heart, if he opened his eyes and looked directly, he was afraid that this time, his eyes would hurt uncontrollably. But he could still see it clearly, a snow light bloomed on the young man's body, but he disappeared in a flash, and when he looked at it again, he had already appeared, and there were cracks on the purple snow lotus petals behind him, and two petals had been scratched and cracked. It's just that the young man can't see anything unusual, and the smile on the corner of his mouth doesn't change at all, and he doesn't seem to care about the bursting of the snow lotus petals behind him. When the blue dragon grabbed him, he disappeared instantly, and appeared behind the blue dragon a moment later. He couldn't compare it with the cultivators that Han Yiming had seen at all, and the cultivators he had seen before could all be regarded as advanced in cultivation, but in front of this young man, they could only be regarded as mediocre in cultivation. In the end, this is a dragon slay, a wounded dragon, and a dragon. This young man slays the dragon with his own strength, and if he doesn't say what he does, just his courage alone will make him know how much higher he is than everyone else!

It's just that the young man dodged this time to avoid the blue dragon's grasp, but he was close to the black whirlwind. As soon as the blue dragon turned around, the whirlwind became more and more poignant, and the sound of the wind was about to break people's ear drums, Han Yiming's face was already like a knife, and his body became more and more unsinkable, and he moved closer to the whirlwind. The boy was about to dodge when the blue dragon's head turned to face him, and the dragon's kiss was wide open, and he howled at him. Han Yiming was dizzy, fell straight down, fell to the ground, couldn't sit still, and fell to the ground. Fortunately, the colorless and phaseless treasure mirror has always been floating lightly above his hand, and this time it fell down, and the treasure mirror was still suspended in the air.

The boy was approached by the black whirlwind, but in an instant, the black whirlwind was already in front of the boy, and the boy's clothes had been sucked into the deep black, and the turban on his head was floating towards the black whirlwind. The young man's talisman spiritual power soared into the air, enveloping him and the snow lotus behind him, and the purple neon sword in his right hand shone brightly, and the sword stabbed straight into the center of the black whirlwind. The black whirlwind and the purple sword were gone, and the boy was still standing in the wind, and the blue dragon had turned around and was facing the boy face to face.

The whirlwind disappeared, and Han Yiming fell to the ground, he couldn't sit up straight, he could only sit half-sideways, hunched over with his chest, and supported himself on the ground with one hand. He always remembered what the young man said and watched quietly, and kept looking at the young man and the blue dragon in his heart. The young man pointed his finger upward, and there was already a short sword in his hand, which was the short sword that the Demon Star gave to Han Yiming. Suddenly, the young man said to him, "Sit up straight, and hold the mirror with your hand." Han Yiming tried his best to sit up straight, but he couldn't lift his hands. The tip of the blue dragon's dragon claws and claws already had lightning, and with a wave of it at them, Han Yiming had already seen the thunder and lightning, and the lightning flashed dazzlingly, and the roaring sound in his ears was endless, and his body was already hot, although his body was pressed to the point that he couldn't move, his clothes were always floating around his body, with a piercing "click" sound.

The young man's figure was fluttering, like a ghost, flashing in the air, flashing out of the cracks of lightning, he fell to the ground, squatted down, pressed his left hand on the ground, turned his head to Han Yiming and said, "Don't you want to die? Hold on to the treasure mirror!" Han Yiming knew that at this time, negligence would lead to death, and he also said: "I can't lift my hand!" The young man "coughed" With a sound, his left hand pointed at him, Han Yiming only felt that the weight on his body suddenly lightened, although there was still heavy pressure, but it was not so heavy, his hands were raised, and he held the colorless and phaseless treasure mirror.

As soon as he held the colorless and phaseless treasure mirror in his hand, he felt that the strength of his whole body was surging towards his hand, and the snow light of the colorless and phaseless treasure mirror became brighter and brighter, and a flower bud on the tangled branches that bred on it opened, and the petals turned outward, and a burst of light rose on the flower, and the powder melted. The young man jumped in the air again, and the short sword in his hand flickered, and a hundred sword lights flashed, stabbing towards the blue dragon like raindrops. For a moment, the lightning sword light glowed with each other, and the sky above was as bright as day, but neither the sword light nor the lightning approached his side again. Most of the hundreds of sword lights smashed on the blue dragon's body, but Han Yiming also saw that a few of the sword lights smashed the blue dragon's dragon scales into several pieces. This short sword is much sharper than Zini! Suddenly, a golden light overflowed from the young man's chest, and in front of the golden light, two red spots shone brightly, and Lingwu flew out.

Lingwu opened his mouth and roared at the blue dragon, the sky was full of gold, a little gold dust fell, the plants and trees around him turned golden, only the colorless and phaseless treasure mirror and the flowers and branches that grew on the treasure mirror were still the same. After a roar, Lingwu turned into a golden light and flew into the boy's arms. The blue dragon's body twisted, the gold dust disappeared without a trace, and Han Yiming saw a few more pieces of dragon scales shattered, and the color exposed below was deeper than the dragon scales.

Lingwu instantly went back to the young man's arms, but Han Yiming was also afraid that it would oppose the blue dragon, the blue dragon saw it and knew that it was much more powerful than Lingwu, if he really wanted to be more serious with Lingwu, Lingwu would definitely die! Fortunately, Lingwu was only a flash in the pan, and he returned to the young man's arms in a blink of an eye. The blue dragon was screamed by Lingwu, turned around, the dragon kissed widely, and it was also a whistle, Han Yiming's body trembled, and he almost couldn't sit still. He was not afraid of loud noises, but the roar of the blue dragon made him tremble in his heart. How clever the young man was, as soon as the blue dragon's body twisted around, he had disappeared without a trace, and when he reappeared, he was behind the blue dragon again.

The purple snow lotus behind him was still the same, the short sword in his hand had risen to mist, and after a while, the sword body was gone, and under the hilt, a colorful light flowed. The young man stretched out his left hand, wiped it lightly at the blue dragon, clenched his hand into a fist, and then opened it again, and a little white light overflowed from his palm. After the little white light flies, it grows wings and looks like small white butterflies. Han Yiming suddenly remembered that Bai Ying had cast an extremely similar spell, and it was when he went up to Lingshan that he sent a tie sticker to each faction, and he used such a spell. Just a moment later, the little butterflies flew towards the blue dragon, their wings vibrating with a "buzzing" sound like a bee flying by. Fly to the blue dragon, and both wings cross the dragon's body. It wasn't until the blue dragon roared that Han Yiming saw that the place where the dragon scales were lost and the flesh was exposed was cut open by the wings of the white butterfly, and then he knew that these little white butterflies were extremely sharp, and they were the sharp weapons released by this young man.