Suddenly, the figure around him shook. When he turned his head, Yuan Hui also ordered the Tengjiao Sword to chase after him. He opened his mouth and said something to Han Yiming. Han Yiming only saw his mouth move, but could not hear his voice. He looked back at him and said loudly: "Senior Brother, I can't hear what you said!" Yuan Hui looked at him and stopped talking. Han Yiming turned around. The sword had taken him to the treetops. In the empty scene behind the woods, a man in white sneered at everyone.

Han Yiming had already expected that the White Dragon would arrive, but when he saw it, he was still shocked. After looking around, he saw that all sects and sects were waiting for it. Qinglong had just arrived for a while, and Bailong also came, which made everyone unable to understand what he meant? In other words, Bailong had always avoided everyone here. Last time he met everyone, it was the result of everyone chasing him. This time he appeared here, but he appeared in front of everyone on his own. For a moment, Han Yiming was sweating profusely.

Suddenly, he remembered that the commanders of various sects Zeng Xiangshang wanted to use strange magic weapons to capture Bailong. He became more and more worried. He only said "Go away" to Bailong, but he couldn't say a word in his mouth. Bailong stood in the field, with a cold expression, and he didn't look around, and his mind was leisurely. Suddenly, Yuan Huifei came to him recently, and he opened his mouth, and his voice came intermittently: "Teacher, brother, don't do it... let him... leave..." Han Yiming looked back at Yuanhui, and felt excited. Yuanhui wanted to let Bailong leave. He couldn't bear to say to Yuanhui: "Senior brother, thank you." But he held it back again. He knew that it was intermittently, but he was afraid that it would be said coherently. For others to hear it, Yu Lingshan was not good.

Suddenly a red light flashed beside him. Yuan Hui had already sent the sword to fly forward, standing with everyone in his sect. His Tengjiao sword was bright red and unique, and it was also very prominent among a large group of cultivators holding swords. Han Yiming was stunned for a while, and then looked at Bai Long's unshakable and cold expression, and he knew that he came to the door on purpose, not everyone came to him. Han Yiming was shocked and anxious. Although many people surrounded Bai Long and did not act rashly, he was so anxious that he was sweating all over.

Suddenly, I heard someone say, "White Dragon, we have many people, so it's not difficult for you. You follow us to meet the Lord Qinglong. You will settle the matter between you on your own. Many of us, if you start to fight, you won't be able to take advantage of it. Although you are a dragon seed, we are not afraid of you!" Han Yiming was worried. Bai Long stood alone in the field with a arrogant expression. At least hundreds of people around each sect were standing around. Not only were they holding long swords on the ground, but many of them flew in the air with swords, facing Bai Long from a high point, for a moment, their swords were tense. I don't know who said it was before, but although they spoke, no one took action first.

Bailong laughed loudly, and the sound of wind and thunder was faintly mixed with the laughter. Han Yiming's ears were tingling, dizzy, and he couldn't help but raise his hand to cover his ears, but the sound penetrated like a devil, penetrated into his ear drum, making his ears hurt. After a while, the dizziness dissipated, but a voice said, "Good guy, isn't this going to be done? Do you think we're afraid of you?" As soon as the words fell, a few sword lights flew out of the crowd, as if it were light and dark, heading straight for the white dragon.

Someone moved, and then someone followed closely. Before Han Yiming's eyes could be withdrawn from the sword lights, there were already stars with lights in the corners of his eyes, with different colors and shapes, but they all headed towards the white dragon. In a blink of an eye, countless flashing lights had already rushed to the white dragon. These sword lights were colorful and dazzling. I don't know how many people had attacked the white dragon in a moment. The white dragon did not move, with a leisurely expression. He watched countless sword lights fly to his face, and suddenly opened his mouth and blew it.

The many sword lights suddenly shone brightly, and lights splashed everywhere, just like Mars blown by the wind. The brighter they became, but they stopped two feet in front of the white dragon and couldn't force them over. Seeing these many sword lights gathered in front of the white dragon, they were like a group of fireflies gathered together. Han Yiming looked around and saw Gu Hongbo, Jiang Fish Roe, and Pingbo Taoist's sword lights were already lingering on the long swords. He knew that they had all made a move, but when he saw the white dragon lifting his weight, he felt relieved.

Bailong laughed: "Who did it? You did it! But see how I did it?" He stretched out his right hand and pointed the sword light in front of him. When he opened his mouth, Han Yiming felt that the golden light flashed in front of him. Countless sword lights were scattering towards everyone like raindrops. For a moment, everyone below each dodged the sword. They were quick and had experienced countless cultivation. Naturally, they were prepared and dodged. However, their cultivation was not very good and clumsy disciples were in trouble. The White Dragon was surrounded by people from all directions. At this time, seeing the sword lights pounced on him, they naturally rushed to dodge. There were many people here, and the space was narrow, so it was inconvenient to dodge. Many disciples had already collided and fell from the air.

Even if a person who practices Taoism hits, it is nothing. But everyone has different cultivation levels, whether high or low, and those with high cultivation levels are not very good, and they can still turn over and control the sword in the air. Those with low cultivation levels are not light, and they can't help but fall to the ground. At this moment, disciples of each sect fell down, and Gu Hongbo said first: "Ha, we can't bear to take action, you are cruel and ruthless!"

Bai Long sneered, "Looks like you are a little old, you are not right or wrong, and you are not ashamed to speak randomly. Are you just allowed to do it? Have you lost a few disciples? Have you lost your old face? Okay, since I am said to be cruel and ruthless, I will let you take a look! Avoid being told by you in vain!" As soon as the words fell, he grabbed his right hand in the air, and the light in his hand was already dazzling and "crackling".

He didn't know where he reached out and grabbed a handful of lightning in his hand. He didn't look at everyone, so he threw it into the crowd. Many disciples had already fallen to the ground, some had already stood up, and some had not yet stood up, Bailong suddenly threw a lightning bolt, coming quickly and fiercely. Before everyone could react, there was a "bang" on the ground, and only someone screamed and cursed loudly, and it was already open. Han Yiming saw that there were no senior brothers and sisters in Lingshan among the people lying on the ground, so he felt relieved. But Bailong said that he would do it and did not hesitate. He could not keep up with such a fast Bailong, staring blankly, and was at a loss.

A flash of lightning smashed the ground into snow-white. After a moment, the lightning disappeared. The disciples who escaped were all in a mess, but the disciples who could not escape were even more embarrassed than the disciples who escaped. They were all black in their faces, scorched hair, and torn clothes, looking funny and embarrassing.

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