It turned out that Xiaoguai rushed up and down quickly, always rotating rapidly. It flew very fast, but the golden dragon could not keep up. It was biting its back and was thrown away by it. Xiaoguai roared wildly and soared straight up. Xiaoguai moved forward, and Han Yiming couldn't stop hearing the thunder sound. Suddenly, he found several lightning flashes ahead, just between Xiaoguai and the golden dragon. The lightning was extremely dazzling. Han Yiming closed his eyes and felt a pain on his waist. When he opened his eyes, Xiaoguai had already landed on the ground. His long beard was floating, and under his long beard was Xiaoguai's long claws, which were as dense as a spider.

The tiny thunder and lightning in the net was more important. A piece of the body that was firmly clamped in the claws. Before Han Yiming could come back to his senses, a huge pain was felt on his neck. Xiaoguai roared and turned around and bit it away. This mouthful was quite fierce. Han Yiming instantly heard the "pop" sound of a broken bone. After a moment, another fragrance penetrated his nose. Immediately afterwards, a man walked up and was Xingchen. He walked up to him and reached out to press Xiaoguai's head. Han Yiming was exhausted, his whole body was in pain, his eyes became dark, and he lit up again, and he was already in the barrier.

Xiaoguai was embarrassed, his body was half crooked, and his body was covered with scars. Han Yiming also felt that his body was in pain. Suddenly a white light flashed in front of him, and Ling Wu rushed out, and his body was circling above the golden dragon. Xingchen stood beside the golden dragon, and after a while, he stretched out his hand, stroked the golden dragon's remaining body a few times, and then stroked the white dragon's remaining body a few times. The white dragon and the golden dragon's remaining body became dry and had become rotten for a moment. Xingchen stretched out his hand, and there were two spiritual powers in his palms, one gold and one white.

Xingchen waved to Lingwu, and Lingwu flew to him and circled around him twice. Xingchen threw the golden spiritual power with it. Lingwu coiled his body and sucked the ball of spiritual energy into his mouth. Xingchen turned to Xiaoguai, put the white spiritual power in his mouth, and stretched out his hand to stroke its head. After a while, Xingchen turned around and came to Han Yiming's side and came to Han Yiming. With his hand, Han Yiming felt that he had fallen heavily to the ground, and his whole body was hurt.

Han Yiming lay for a while before he realized that he was not lying on the ground, but floating in the air, and his body was in pain. Xingchen said, "President, lend your sword to you." As soon as he finished speaking, his right hand went out of the sheath with a sound of brushing the sword and flew out of the sheath and flew in front of him. Xingchen stretched out his hand and gently stroked the sword body for a moment. The Mingyuan sword had already lit up like a bright light, and a bright light slowly flowed inside the sword body.

Xingchen said: "President, now your soul is back, but you are seriously injured. Just be in the barrier." He held the hilt of Mingyuan's sword with his right hand, waved it gently, and a clear cry sounded. Xingchen smiled slightly, waved his hand, and Han Ming couldn't help but fall on the white lion. Xingchen stretched out his left hand, holding the sharp sword that had slaughtered the blue dragon in his hand, stepped out of the barrier and walked to Xiaoguai to sit down gently.

His movements were light, and his white shirt was blown by the wind, showing a very good look. Xiaoguai leaned beside him, with scars on his body shocking. Han Yiming took a break for a while, slowly felt the pain on his body slightly lighter, and sat up. However, Xingchen still sat still, and the two dragons, one white and one gold, were so decayed that they could not see any trace. Han Yiming sat for a while and said, "Aren't we leaving?" He made a sound and felt his voice as if it was coming from the bottom of the water, which sounded heavy and long. I wonder if Xingchen heard it, but Xingchen turned around and looked at him. He smiled and said softly, but Han Yiming heard it: "Don't leave."

Suddenly, a wave of pressure came down from his head, and a thunder rolled. Han Yiming raised his head and saw lightning flashes across the sky, dark clouds rolling, forming a vortex, and then surging like the waves of the sea. Han Yiming felt that the lightning seemed to pass by his body, and his whole body was burning. After a while, the lightning was in the barrier, and the front and back of the barrier were lightning. Han Yiming's hair stood up. Although the lightning could not penetrate the barrier, it still made Han Yiming feel that there was lightning all over his body and he didn't dare to move.

Xingchen was still sitting in the local area. He had already put away his sword, and Mingyuan's sword was crossed on his knees. Under the lightning, he looked calm and gently stroked Xiaoguai's dragon head with one hand. Xiaoguai's scars were shocking, but he was still motionless. Suddenly, a thunder exploded, and there was a big pit on the ground outside the barrier, and dust flew. The thunder was so loud that it was earth-shaking, and Han Yiming couldn't help but tremble. Then the sky thunder rolled, and the thunder rose one after another. The thunder rolled from one side of the sky to the other side, and could see the hidden lightning in the dark clouds. However, this thunder was not a layer, but spread from one side to the other side. Han Yiming stood in the barrier and looked around. The ancient well had been blown to the wellhead by thunder, and the woods had long been scattered to the east and west. Only the stars were still unmoved, with a stable expression and calm manner.

Han Yiming looked blankly, and uneasiness rose from his heart. Suddenly, his eyes lit up. A bright shadow walked into the barrier, walked to Han Yiming, handed a little crystal light in his hand and said, "Sector, this is part of my soul. If I lose this battle, the master will bring my soul back." Han Yiming stared at the figure. The figure was Xingchen. Even if he couldn't see his appearance clearly, Han Yiming knew it was Xingchen and said, "What should I take it back?" Xingchen said, "Just take it back." Han Yiming looked at the thunder after another outside the barrier, and asked carefully: "Who do you want to fight with now?"

Xingchen did not answer. He raised his hand and made two moves. There were several white lotus around Han Yiming instantly, with a soft luster like a bright lamp, floating beside him. Xingchen handed a bamboo leaf in Han Yiming's hand and said, "Sector, if I lose, you tear off the bamboo leaf and go back to Lingshan. No one can keep you." Han Yiming couldn't help but say, "Xingchen, who are you fighting with?" Xingchen looked at the barrier and said, "He is coming, and the head will see it soon." He stretched out his hand, pointed it in front of Han Yiming, and said, "Lingwu." Lingwu appeared like a light breeze, Xingchen said, "Come on, let's go." He disappeared in an instant, Lingwu disappeared, and the blue-eyed white lion disappeared without a trace.

In a blink of an eye, the stars appeared beside Xiaoguai. He was still sitting cross-legged, as if he had never disappeared, but his body was filled with a bright luster. Several white lotus lit up beside him. He smiled and gently stroked Xiaoguai's head.
Chapter completed!