As soon as it flew away, the vine, which was originally like an umbrella and a cover, collapsed in a crisp breaking sound. Countless green branches and leaves sank from their eyes, as if there was an invisible big foot, trampling them into pieces! Han Yiming looked back and saw that Chen Weiyu was quite angry in his eyebrows. Although he was flying, he turned his head and looked at him fiercely.

The two of them flew out of the boundless vines in a blink of an eye, and saw the white dragon still high above, and there was already a flash of light below. Everyone was hiding among the vines, and the sword light was scattered, but it was straight upward! Chen Weiyu said coldly: "If he steps half way, you will not die. If you want to die, just be absent-minded! I don't have the second time to come to save you!" Han Yiming was shocked, and opened his mouth, but he couldn't say a word. Chen Weiyu didn't bother him, let go and flew into the vines.

Han Yiming looked up at the Bailong, gritted his teeth, pinched the hilt of Mingyuan's sword, and suddenly gritted his teeth, which also drove him to fly down with the fourth uncle. At this time, there were already ferocious vines growing below, some of which had spikes, and arroganced to stab the sky. Zi Shang floated far away, gently plucking her fingers, and thin sand leaked from her fingertips. Everyone in various sects hid among the vines she made, which made the Bailong temporarily

He could not distinguish the direction and could not step on it. Suddenly, a figure flew upwards with a ray of cold light. The vines flying out in a blink of an eye followed by several people, all of which were above the vines and towards the white dragon. Han Yiming looked up and saw that the white dragon was always high. Although there were many teachers here, it was also possible to see that they were flying upwards, no matter what, they could not stand with the white dragon. He seemed to be at a height that everyone could not reach.

Bailong looked down on everyone, and the treasure light was already revealed below. Many swords flashed and rushed straight up. Han Yiming couldn't help but worry, how could Bailong resist these many people taking action at the same time? But the many spiritual lights pounced on Bailong, and in front of his constant expression, they dissipated on their own! Han Yiming held the Mingyuan Sword in his hand and tried to attack Bailong, but it was a huge difficulty. Bailong took action very quickly, and the people who saw him could not escape his footsteps at all. But he escaped, and he still showed mercy. Han Yiming knew that he was merciless and let himself go. The sword became more and more difficult to point at him.

Bai Long suddenly laughed, stretched out his hand, and grabbed it hard in the air. Han Yiming felt a sensation of pain, as if he had grabbed it by himself. Bai Long let go of his hands, rubbed his hands against the air for a few times, and everyone heard a crisp "bang" sound. He stretched out his hand, and each of his hands turned, and turned it twice, and the bottom was already in chaos!

Han Yiming had originally watched his hands turn in the air as skillfully as he was. It was rare to see the dragon slaying in a century. Even for nearly a thousand years, no one had participated. Therefore, everyone was careful. The dragon's power is self-evident, but no one could recognize what he did? What did he do? The division commanders of various sects gathered their disciples together, staring at Bailong's every move, but they did not dare to make random moves. Even if they made moves, they would retreat with one blow, and they didn't care. He watched Bailong stretch out his hands and rubbed them in the air for a few times, and was already secretly alert. He suddenly felt something was pulling around him. When he looked back, he saw that everyone around him was floating in the air. Before he could scream, he was pushed into it by a big hand, falling into it, sometimes up and down, sometimes floating left and right! Where could he be able to fix his body?

Suddenly someone sang: "Bailong, let's stop first, there's something to say!" In the whistling wind, Bailong laughed: "What do we have to say?! Tell me why did you help Qinglong kill me?" As soon as he said, everyone was speechless, and there was nothing to say. A moment later, someone else said: "Why do you have to fight to the death? Let's invite the Qinglong Venerable. Let's meet and talk carefully, but I'm afraid you may not necessarily put it to death and quickly!" Bailong sneered: "What do you say out of thin air? You are just mediocre and stinking Taoist priests, and you are too arrogant. You dare not disobey the summoning of Qinglong, and dare to talk to me even more. It's ridiculous and ridiculous!" His voice was like the roar of the strong wind, and Han Yiming could not help but hear it clearly.

Suddenly, he felt as if he had lost his support and his body fell down. Han Yiming felt numb and had no strength at all. Fortunately, he had already been able to control the sword technique, and silently recited the sword technique. Mingyuan's sword had flew over and stood firmly in the air. Han Yiming looked around and saw that several people had fallen to the ground. He had not had time to control the sword for a while and fell down.

Bai Long had already stopped his hand, put his hands behind his back, and looked coldly. He suddenly sneered, "You can use all your abilities together! Don't say I'm bullying you!" His voice was no longer as sharp as before, nor was it like a bell. He heard it in his ears and turned to the bottom of his heart. For a moment, the field was silent and no one spoke again. After a while, someone said, "Bai Long, are you really here to find our bad luck? Do you really want to wait for me?" Bai Long smiled at the sky and said, "It's obviously you're here to find my bad luck, and it's obviously you can't get along with me, but why did you get into your mouth? Then he said the other way around! If you want to fight, what are you talking about?"

The man's tone before was considered righteous and righteous. When Bai Long asked this, he lost the confidence and stopped speaking. Han Yiming looked at the place where he spoke, but there were many people there, so how could he tell who was speaking before? Bai Long said coldly: "You have to kill me and my wife for the sake of your own life, and press and slow down along the way, just to make yourself quiet? Well, since I can't be quiet, you don't have to worry about it! You forced me to this point, no wonder I'm cruel!" After that, he stretched out his hand, pointed his fingers down, and gently pointed it.

Han Yiming saw his fingers lightly, as if he was waving five strings with his hand. His slender fingers were about to pick the strings, which was really graceful. Suddenly, a white light flashed in front of him, and after his eyes lit up, it was dim. But he could not stop hearing the "crackling" sound in his ears, and somehow it was cracking. He closed his eyes and opened his eyes, and a flash of lightning flashed among the crowd over there! The white dragon's fingertips lightly, and lightning hit him in the face.
Chapter completed!