Over the years, the white dragon no longer disappeared like before. Instead, there was a flash of inspiration every day. Everyone changed from the previous scattered disorder to the daily running around. In the past, it was difficult to find even the wind and grass, but at this time there were many strange movements, and everyone just rushed to the road.

For a moment, everyone said that the White Dragon was already in a desperate situation and was at the end of their journey. Therefore, they all became interested in slaying the dragon, and then they had the idea of ​​dividing the white dragon. They were very happy. Han Yiming had a great magical power and couldn't help feeling sad. When he was rushing to see the blue dragon, he looked around but could not see the blue dragon. But he knew that it didn't stop there, and his worries were increasing day by day.

Early this morning, a flash of spirit was already flashing in the distance. Everyone here rushed to the place where the light of spirit appeared, but there was no trace of white dragon. Han Yiming breathed a sigh of relief, stood aside, watched them busy coldly, and turned around for a moment before leaving. He turned around and saw that it was already dark. Then his chest became hot and hot.

Han Yiming was shocked and calmed down. He saw a man in white standing in the darkness, which was Bailong. Han Yiming knew that he had set up a barrier, but people outside could not see it. He still couldn't help but shout, "Go away!" Bailong laughed: "I don't leave! I want them to see! Aren't they going to kill me? I came to the door, and I want to see who can kill me?" Han Yiming was about to speak, and the dark chaos was gone. There were mountains, stones, trees and people who had been walking and stopping with him for many days.

For a moment, the silence was very quiet. The white dragon suddenly came and kept everyone in the local area. No one could speak, and no one dared to move easily. Although hundreds or thousands of people gathered here, there was no sound, so quiet that even a needle fell to the ground made a loud noise. The white dragon was standing in the center of these thousands, with a cold expression and disregarding attention. Han Yiming was so anxious that he was sweating loudly, and he asked him to leave as before, but he couldn't make a sound, he couldn't open his mouth, and he couldn't make a sound.

After a stalemate, someone shouted "White Dragon!" In an instant, the sound of the sword being unsheathed became heard. Everyone rushed here and disappeared. They each put the sword in the sheath. However, he suddenly appeared and was stunned. When he understood, he summoned the sword again. However, the sword was summoned, but it was still a stalemate. After all, the two thousand years of white dragon's cultivation were afraid that it would be underestimated. Although many people in the field were combined, they were afraid that they would have tens of thousands of years of cultivation, can their cultivation be accumulated like this? Therefore, although they usually screamed fiercely, no one dared to take the lead in taking action to become enemies with him.

Han Yiming was so anxious that he couldn't speak. Suddenly, clouds surging in the sky. Bailong raised his head and took a look. Suddenly, with a wave of his hand, Han Yiming felt a flower in front of him. The meteors in the sky rushed towards him, holding the sound of a sharp sound, as dense as raindrops, and had already sprinkled down his head. Although he had practiced in a low manner, he had experienced the Limaha before, and his reaction was really slow. With his fingers, the Mingyuan sword had already popped up in the air. He grabbed the hilt of the sword and recited the Shadow Chasing Wind Sword several times in his heart. He knocked on the hilt of the sword, and several golden lights overflowed, swinging the meteors that had sprinkled above his head. However, the meteors sprinkled like rain, and had to wave the Mingyuan sword repeatedly to block the sharp howling meteors.

Looking at the place where Bailong stood, where there was a figure? When he felt relieved, he felt indescribable. He could hear the ghost crying in his ears. When he saw that the white dragon's meteor had already been knocked down. Among the many people who came here, there must be those who were incompetent in their practice. Some of them had never seen such a scene at all. They all looked at it in a daze. Although there were people around him who helped him, there were always Shuyu, and some people were inevitably hit. I don't know what the white dragon's meteor was. Han Yiming heard those people crying in his ghost crying in his heart and saw that everyone had scars on their bodies. Suddenly, he saw that Chen Ruofu, a young brother from afar, was being helped by Senior Brother Gu. He was just over to look at him, and suddenly he felt that everything was silent. A gust of wind came from top to bottom. There was no sound in the already chaotic surroundings for a moment!

Han Yiming looked up and saw a faintly transparent blue-black dragon head facing him. Two arc-shaped lightning flashes could not rotate in his golden eyes. In the blue-black dragon head, spiritual light flowed. Qinglong had appeared above everyone's heads at some point! Han Yiming was so close to Qinglong for the first time. After a moment, a sudden intermittent sound came from his ears, as if someone was shouting in his ears. When he looked back, the division commanders and disciples of various sects had kneeled to the ground. Among these many people, he was still standing there, looking up at Qinglong with his head raised. There was also a slight noise that came to his ears intermittently.

Suddenly I understood where the sound that was sometimes uncommon, and looked at the masters. Although Lu Yueqing bowed his hands, his eyes were facing him, his lips moved slightly, as if he had said something. He was stunned for a moment and bowed to salute him. A golden eye of Qinglong had already taken a photo of him. A chill rose from Han Yiming's heart and spread rapidly, and his body could no longer move. When his eyes looked down, there was nothing unusual on his body, but even the white clothes were no longer floating, only his heart and mouth, and there were ups and downs.

Qinglong glanced at him, and the golden huge eyes were cold. Han Yiming suddenly understood why Master said that Qinglong was a ruthless thing. The gold was originally a little warm and blue-black, but the two were both on Qinglong, but they showed a cold feeling. Qinglong's faintly transparent body, like glass, was extremely beautiful, but also extremely scary. The glass was dazzling, crystal clear, but easily broken. However, Qinglong's beautiful body, like glass, might not break, but was stronger than gold and iron.

The blue dragon whiskers, claws, horns, and dorsal fins are all golden. Apart from the unparalleled gorgeousness and majesty, there is no warmth at all. Instead, it looks extremely cold and sharp. Han Yiming only felt cold all over his body, his hands, feet and limbs are no longer his own, and the coldness is still rushing towards his heart little by little. At this time, everything around him is no longer in his mind, and his mind is already numb, only his heart and there is still a slight warmth. Because of the warmth of his heart, Han Yiming could still sense the coldness and hardness of his body.
Chapter completed!