Only then did he fly away, only to see that the vines that were originally like umbrellas and covers collapsed in a crisp breaking sound, and countless green branches and green leaves fell in front of him, as if there was an invisible big foot, trampling them all into pieces! Han Yiming looked back, only to see that Chen Weiyu was quite angry between his brows, although he was in flight, he turned his head and glanced at himself fiercely.

The two of them flew out of the boundless vines in a blink of an eye, only to see that the white dragon was still high above, and the streamer below was already flickering, and everyone was hiding in the vines, and the sword light was vertical and horizontal, but it was straight up! Chen Weiyu said coldly: "If he steps half a minute faster, you will die without a place to be buried! If you want to die, just be absent-minded! I didn't have the time to come to save you for the second time!" Han Yiming's heart was shocked, and he opened his mouth, but he couldn't say a word. Chen Weiyu ignored him, let go, and flew into the vines.

Han Yiming looked up at the white dragon, gritted his teeth, pinched the hilt of Mingyuan's sword, and suddenly gritted his teeth, and also drove down with the fourth uncle. At this time, the following was already overgrown with hideous and terrifying vines, some of which even had spikes, and they pierced into the sky with an arrogant momentum. The purple dress floated far away, her fingers gently moving, and a steady stream of fine sand leaked from her fingertips. The people of all factions hid among the vines she had made, but the white dragon couldn't distinguish the direction for a while, and couldn't step on it. Suddenly, a figure flew upwards with a ray of cold light, and in the blink of an eye, the vines that flew out, followed by several more people, all flew out of the vines and flew towards the white dragon. Han Yiming looked up and saw that the white dragon was always high. Although there are many division commanders here, it can be seen that they are flying upward, but no matter what, they can't stand with the white dragon, he seems to be at a height that everyone can't reach.

The white dragon looked down on everyone, and the treasure light below was already fully revealed. Many swords flashed and swooped straight up, Han Yiming couldn't help but worry, how could the white dragon resist the simultaneous action of so many people? But those many swords rushed in front of the white dragon, but in front of his constant expression, they dissipated on their own! Han Yiming held the Mingyuan sword in his hand, and it was extremely difficult to make a move against the white dragon. The white dragon was extremely fast, and those who saw it could not escape his feet at all. And he escaped, but he still showed mercy. Han Yiming knew that he was merciful, and let himself go again, and this sword became more and more difficult to point at him.

The white dragon suddenly laughed, stretched out his hand, and grabbed it hard in the air. Han Yiming only felt a spicy pain in his body, as if he had grabbed it from his side. The white dragon let go of his hand, rubbed his hands together in the air a few times, and everyone heard the crisp sound of "horn". He stretched out his hand, and turned his hands twice, and the bottom was already a mess!

Han Yiming originally watched his hands turn in the air with such dexterity, dragon slaying is rare in a hundred years, even if it is nearly a thousand years, he has only heard of it, and no one has participated, so everyone is cautious. The dragon's power is self-evident, but no one knows what he will do? What will he do? The teachers of the various factions have already gathered their disciples together, staring at the white dragon's every move, but they dare not make random moves, even if they make a move, they will retreat with one blow, and they don't care if they succeed. He watched the white dragon stretch out his hands and rub them in the air a few times, he was secretly vigilant, and suddenly felt that there was something around him, and when he looked back, he saw that everyone around him had already floated in the air involuntarily, and before he could exclaim, he was also pushed by a big hand, and fell into it, up and down, left and right!

Suddenly, someone raised his voice and said: "White Dragon, let's stop first, we have something to say!" In the howling wind, I only heard the white dragon laughing: "What do we have to say?!Tell me how you can help Qinglong to kill me?" As soon as he spoke, everyone was speechless, and there was really nothing to say. After a while, another person said: "Why do you have to fight to the death? Let's invite the Qinglong Venerable to come out, you two meet, have a good talk, I'm afraid that you may not be sure to die and then quickly!" The Qinglong didn't dare to disobey the summons, and dared to come and talk to me, it was really ridiculous to the extreme!" His voice was like a raging wind, and Han Yiming couldn't help himself, and he could hear it clearly.

Suddenly, I felt as if I had lost my support, and my body fell. Han Yiming only felt numb all over his body, and he had no strength at all. Fortunately, he had already mastered the sword technique, and silently reciting the sword technique, the Ming Yuan sword had already flown over, and he stood firmly in the air with him. Han Yiming looked left and right, and saw that several people had fallen to the ground, thinking that it was too late for the sword for a while, so he fell down hard.

The white dragon had already retracted his hands, put his hands behind his back, and looked down coldly. Suddenly, he sneered: "If you have any skills, you can use them all together! Save yourself from saying that I bullied you!" His voice was no longer as sharp as before, nor was it as loud as a bell, and it was cold to the bottom of my heart when I heard it. For a moment, there was silence in the field, and no one was silent. After a while, someone said: "Bai Long, are you really here to find our bad luck? Do you really want to wait with me?" The white dragon looked up to the sky and smiled: "Obviously you came to find my bad luck, obviously you waited to get along with me, how did it come to your mouth, so you said the other way around! If you want to fight, what are you talking about?"

The tone of the man's previous words can be regarded as righteous and strict, but when Bai Long asked him like this, he lost his confidence and stopped talking. Han Yiming looked towards the place where the voice came from, but there were a large number of people over there, where could it be seen who was speaking before? Bai Long said coldly: "You want to put my wife to death for the sake of your own life, and you are pressing slowly along the way, aren't you just trying to be quiet? Okay, since I can't be quiet, you don't want to be quiet! If you force me to come here, it's no wonder I'm ruthless!"

Han Yiming saw that his fingers were gentle, as if he was waving five strings in his hand, and his slender fingers were about to pick the strings, which was really beautiful. Suddenly, I saw a white light flash in front of me, and after the light in my eyes, it was dim. But I couldn't stop hearing the "crackling" sound in my ears, and I don't know what burst open. He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, a bolt of lightning had already flashed in the crowd over there! The white dragon's fingertips flicked, and it was a bolt of lightning, and it smashed down on the head and face.

The lightning that burst out of the white dragon's fingertips was much thicker than the lightning he had seen on weekdays, and the snow-white lightning, wrapped in a piercing sound, slashed straight down, as if it was a sharp blade straight down—

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