Bailong stretched out his palm, and a Mingyuan sword suddenly appeared in his palm. Han Yiming knew very well that he was more adept at the Mingyuan sword and was almost ready to capture it. At this time, the sword had been lost, and I wonder how he treated the three people here?

Bai Long glanced at the three spiritual swords and reached out to grab them. His palm suddenly became huge. Three long swords were grabbed in his hands. Mingxi lost the sword and was not discouraged. He compared his hands in front of him in a posture. Han Yiming knew that he was going to recall the sword. Mingxi was also extremely determined and would never give up! Suddenly, Bai Long pointed at Mingxi with his left hand, and with a "bang", Mingxi became smaller out of thin air. Han Yiming was shocked and shouted: "You... Senior Brother Mingxi!"

His word "you" was just out, and the few words behind it were blocked by Bailong. Han Yiming knew that he had called Mingxi, but he could not hear his voice in his ears. Bailong just glanced at him, and his voice disappeared without a trace. He could only watch Mingxi become smaller, but he was powerless.

Bailong looked at the three spirit swords with his eyes, then looked at Han Yiming, raised his hand and waved. Han Yiming couldn't help but floated closer and stood face to face with Bailong. Bailong said, "I know you can't bear to have my husband and wife slaughtered by Qinglong, so I'll ask you, are you willing to help me?" Thousands of "willing" rushed to Han Yiming's heart, but this was not what magic Bailong used on him. He wanted to help Bailong with his arm, but he couldn't say a word. If you want to explain to Bailong, it was also impossible to say a word.

The two of them were speechless, and the expression on Bailong's face did not change at all. They said lightly: "If you want, just nod your head. If you can't, it's better not to say it, and I'm too lazy to listen!" His tone was indifferent, but Han Yiming was so ashamed that he didn't even dare to look at Bailong's face. He lowered his head and looked at the hazy white mist flowing under his feet.

Bailong laughed, but he was just a voice, without a smile, which made people feel a little unbearable to listen. After he finished laughing, he waved his hand to Han Yiming. Han Yiming couldn't help but feel that he was getting farther and farther away from him, but he was getting bigger and bigger. In a blink of an eye, he had already flown past Mingxi. Only then did he realize that he was as small as Mingxi, and no wonder Bailong looked bigger and bigger.

He floated out a little more and then stopped behind Mingming's back. Bailong said: "Okay, since you don't want to take action, then I don't want to force you. But your teachers and sects come to force each other, don't blame my subordinates for showing mercy!" Han Yiming was shocked and quickly looked down. The vast white fog below was much thinner, and the sword light and spiritual energy below could be vaguely seen crisscrossing. Bailong said lightly: "These many people below have broken this barrier and come to rescue you. And you are not offending Qinglong to keep them safe. You are really in the same spirit and have the same heart!"

Although his tone was calm, he could not express a sarcasm in Han Yiming's ears. Han Yiming said loudly: "You, go quickly. I hope you and your wife are safe and sound, but I can't do anything." His voice was like in the wilderness, with an echo, and spread from afar. At this time, he could no longer care whether others could hear it or not. As long as Bailong could leave, what if others heard it? So what if others could not hear it?

Bailong sneered, "You don't have to waste your energy. No one can hear your voice in my barrier! Well, I can understand your kindness, but I will not only not leave, but I will also start a big kill here. Instead of killing me, or watching me being killed by Qinglong, it is better for me to kill you, and both sides will meet Qinglong. Why should I be kind and plan for others?"

When Han Yiming heard him say "a big kill", he was shocked and anxious, saying, "You, you..." The silver light in Bailong's brow flickered and darkened. He looked down: "Do you think you met Qinglong on a narrow road, and they stood on my side to compete with Qinglong?" Han Yiming was suffocated, and Bailong said, "I don't understand that they don't have the courage either! They only helped Qinglong and killed me! Instead of letting them kill me, it's better for me to kill them first. This is what you call non-toxic husband!"

Bailong smiled coldly, waved his sleeves, Han Yiming's eyes lit up, and a "buzzing" sound in his ears, and he couldn't even move. He was locked in a barrier by Bailong. When Bailong waved his sleeves, his body was painful and numb, and his limbs and bones were bitten by thousands of ants. Even his scalp was slightly numb. With a slight movement, he felt that the numbness and pain were unbearable. Gripping his teeth, he tried to pinch his hands into a fist, pinch them tightly, then let go, then pinch them into a fist, and let go. In this case, the numbness gradually subsided, and his hands and feet moved. But he floated in the air, and his hands and feet could move all his hands and feet, but he could not move forward and backward.

Suddenly, a few bright lights flashed below. Han Yiming looked down and saw that the spiritual light flashed under the white mist became brighter and brighter. There were a few spiritual lights and the meaning of protruding here. It seemed that the people below were trying to break this barrier and came to confront the white dragon! In the meantime, a bright and colorful spiritual light came straight from the center of the white mist, penetrated the white mist and came upwards. The white mist below rotated, and the silver light and the white mist rotated around the bright spiritual light!

Han Yiming saw that the spiritual light was not one, but many spiritual lights were entangled together, with a bright luster, and knew that it was not what one person did. He quickly looked at Bailong. Bailong sneered, as if he was quite disdainful. He didn't look at the layer of white mist, and did not look at the three swords in his hand, but raised his head and looked up at the top.

There was still a chaos above, but there was light in the center of the chaos. It was the light from the white dragon's body, which was penetrated upwards. He was crystal clear and flashing light, like a lamp, illuminating his barrier. Bailong looked at the chaos above, smiled slightly, stretched out his hand, turned gently, and suddenly pointed upwards. The chaos suddenly became darker, better than before. Han Yiming was stunned for a moment, and suddenly understood that he was firming his barrier and preventing Qinglong from finding him immediately. Is he really going to kill him when he did this?
Chapter completed!