Mingxi said calmly: "Bailong, I sympathize with your experience. But I can't lend you a sword! I'm not willing to die, but my fellow disciples have been with me for many years. Once this sword comes to your hands, the Qinglong Venerable might blame my fellow disciples. I can't ignore the lives of the fellow disciples. If you really want to take this sword, it's okay. You kill me first and you can take it away! But I won't wait for death!" Han Yiming looked at Bailong with his eyes, and looked at Mingxi again! Bailong's face was cold, and there was a little silver light between his eyebrows, with a little murderous aura. After Mingxi said that, he threw it casually, and the rhinoceros sword "swoosh" and turned into a ray of light, returning to the scabbard on his back, so fast that it makes people see it indistinguishable!

Bailong had no expression on his face and turned to Han Yiming. Han Yiming felt that he was not selfish, but Bailong's cold gaze came over, but he couldn't help but lower his head to avoid it. What he was thinking was the same as the clarity in his heart. Since clarity had already been said, he didn't have to repeat it again. He might not be able to say it clearly and clearly as Mingxi. But Bailong looked at him coldly, gritted his teeth and raised his head. Bailong's cold gaze had surpassed Han Yiming and looked at Yuanhui!

Han Yiming also looked at Yuanhui, feeling uneasy. Yuanhui is now elusive, I wonder if he can lend a sword to Bailong? Yuanhui looked down at the sword that looked like blood clots in his hand and said, "Well, this sword cannot be loaned. They are not the rank of the same sect, but are all for their fellow disciples. After all, I am also the rank of the same sect, and I should think about the sect, so this sword cannot be loaned!" Han Yiming breathed a little relieved, but he felt very sad in his heart. He couldn't say a word, and did not dare to look at Bailong, lowered his head and looked at the white fog barrier below.

For a moment, there was silence and sound. In the barrier, it seemed as if it had frozen. The white dragon laughed and the sound was as if it was thunder. Han Yiming felt sad. Knowing that if he didn't borrow a sword at this time, it would be like forcing a white dragon to die, but the word "borrow" could not be said no matter what, and he could not say it even if he died. The clear words could not understand it even more. He was fearless in his own way, but his life could not be ignored.

Suddenly his wrist numbed, and his palm and tiger mouth hurt severely. Mingyuan's sword struggled in Han Yiming's hand as if he had life. Han Yiming was shocked and saw Mingyuan's sword gradually emit light, the hilt of the sword became hot, and the sword turned in the palm of his hand. The hilt of the sword was originally an oblong shape with his hands, and it was held in his hand and it happened to hold it. But at this time the sword kept rotating, and the hilt of the sword also turned in the palm of his hand. He had to hold it firmly as usual, but he could no longer hold it. The palm of his hand hurt the hilt of the sword, and the tiger mouth was grinding and numb.

Han Yiming was not as thin as possible, and regardless of the pain in the tiger's mouth, he reached out to grab it. He grabbed it several times in a row. Mingyuan's sword just floated in the air, turning it from the tip of the sword to the head of the sword, making it clear that he could touch it, but he couldn't hold it. Han Yiming became stubborn. The more he couldn't grasp it, the more he wanted to grab it. He grabbed it several times in a row, completely ignoring that his right hand was hurt by the hilt of the sword that was spinning like a wheel.

He grabbed his hands several times but didn't catch them. He couldn't help but feel angry. He both hands came out and grabbed them a few more times, but never grabbed them. Suddenly he stopped, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, clenched his fists with his bare hands, and stabbed his numb palms hard, calming his mind. After a while, he grabbed the hilt of Mingyuan Sword, grabbed the Mingyuan Sword and sucked the Mingyuan Sword in the palm of his hand!

He grabbed Mingyuan's sword and raised his head, and saw that Bailong had already held a bright red sword in his hand. The slender sword body was the Tengjiao sword! Han Yiming hurriedly looked at Yuanhui. There was blood dripping between Yuanhui's hands, and his expression was both angry and unwilling, but his sword had been taken into his hand by Bailong! Bailong pointed casually, Yuanhui stopped moving and floated in the air.

Han Yiming immediately turned to the other side and looked at Mingxi. Mingxi looked solemn and calm. Her left hand was upright in front of her chest, her right hand pointed straight up, and a long sword was crossed in the air one foot above his right hand. Han Yiming looked at the sword and couldn't help but open his eyes wide. This was not the first time he saw the sword, but it was the first time he saw the true appearance of the sword. When he saw it, the sword was as color as golden soup, bright as the sunlight, and clearly held it in his hand, as if he had grabbed a beam of sunlight in his hand!

At this time, there was no overflowing spiritual light on the sword of rhinoceros, and the bright color showed its true body. The sword of rhinoceros was made from the head of the sword to the tip of the sword, without visible splicing, and the whole body was gray and white, looking ordinary, just like a stone everywhere. Han Yiming held the Mingyuan sword tightly in his hand, but his eyes looked at the sword of rhinoceros. The more he looked at it, the more he felt it was a stone. He didn't recognize anything else, nor did he know much about the sword, but he didn't read it wrong. Stones are the most ordinary thing in the world, and everyone can recognize it, so don't read it wrong!

The stone that made the rhinoceros sword is the most common stone in the world. No matter how Han Yiming looks at it, it is the most ordinary rock, with slightly gray and white stone patterns. On the sword body, the pits are concave and not smooth, and even sharp stone edges and corners protrude. The rhinoceros sword is completely a rough feldstone that looks like a sword, rather than a sword made of gold and iron! Han Yiming was so rough that it could even be said to be sloppy. Generally, swords are exquisitely cast and exquisitely shaped. They have nothing to do with the word rough, but the rhinoceros sword is very different from all the swords that Han Yiming has seen. It is really good at using big tricks as clumsy, and big tricks but not skillful.

His eyes were looking at the Sword of Rhinoceros, but his right hand was holding the Mingyuan Sword tightly. Mingxi and Bailong were stalemate. Bailong still didn't care at all, as if he was stalemate with Mingxi, but he was just doing it casually. Mingxi had a serious expression, his eyes flashed with inspiration, staring at Bailong. Han Yiming watched them stalemate, and could not recite the sword-controlling technique in his heart, hoping that the sword-controlling technique could be what he could not do and to retake the Mingyuan Sword from Bailong's mastery!

Suddenly, a flash of spiritual light flashed on the rhinoceros sword. The rhinoceros sword flew away from Mingming's head with a "swish" sound. The white dragon reached out and grabbed the sword in his hand. Almost at the same time, Han Yiming's palm burned, and the tiger's mouth became numb. The Mingyuan sword had turned into a ray of golden light and came out of his hand.
Chapter completed!