Suddenly there was a slight sound behind him. Han Yiming quickly turned around and saw a faint figure appearing behind him. Han Yiming was extremely surprised. The figure had already whispered softly, and a thin voice like a mosquito, saying, "Don't look back, don't make a sound! I think it can be solved by his barrier!" But it was Chen Weiyu's voice. Han Yiming breathed a sigh of relief, and the uncle came to save him! Han Yiming turned around, and Bai Long still looked at the Tengjiao sword in his hand. The hand he held the sword,

It was already red! The Tengjiao sword was so red that it was a little scary, and it was still getting redder. Several streams of light running from below had already rushed to Bailong's side in a blink of an eye, but Bailong seemed to be blind. Han Yiming woke up and pressed it down, for fear of alarming him. Although he had not killed himself, he would never hesitate when he started. If he found that his uncle was behind him, he would be afraid of killing him immediately. He did not speak his mouth and looked at Bailong with vigilance!

Bailong seemed to have no idea about the flowing lights, and had never noticed them at all. His eyes had not left the Tengjiao Sword for a moment, but his other hand was freely raised and he wiped it casually. Several flowing lights disappeared in this touch. Han Yiming knew that the white dragon was unmatched, but his understatement could make everyone helpless, which was indeed shocking. Suddenly, Bailong laughed, and did not raise his head. He stretched out his hand and pointed three points. Han Yiming only felt a lit up in front of him, and he crackled behind him, and the screams of the people below him were heard in his ears.

Han Yiming quickly turned around and saw that the faint figure behind him was gone. A white light escaped and couldn't help but shout, "Uncle Master!" But behind Mingxi, a person fell straight down, spreading his limbs, and fell straight down. A figure flashed from Yuanhui and also moved down, but just a moment later, the figure as fast as a wind slowed down. A man in gray appeared and did not move, falling down. Han Yiming's breath was condensed in his chest, and immediately looked down. Bailong found someone coming to rescue the demon-killing disciple, so he intercepted the two of them. The two were still moving in the air, obviously dead. But what about the Fourth Master Uncle? In an instant, Han Yiming's heart tightly grabbed, the Fourth Master Uncle...

Suddenly, he saw the figure of the fourth uncle in the crowd below. It also appeared in a moment. Chen Weiyu was extremely smart and very fast, but he escaped from killing with a finger of the dragon. Han Yiming then came out and shouted loudly: "Master, uncle, don't come up!" He still couldn't make a sound, but he couldn't hold it in his heart. He knew that no one below could hear it, and even himself could not hear it, but he couldn't help but shout again and again!

He couldn't help but scream. If it were on weekdays, he would have been hoarse. But no one could hear his voice below. Han Yiming felt a little relaxed, and the tears in his eyes could no longer be held back. He gritted his teeth, wiping his sleeves, closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and stared at Bailong. The hand of the white dragon holding the Tengjiao Sword, as well as his arms, sleeves, and half of his body were red like rubies. Han Yiming didn't know that the Tengjiao Sword was powerful, but he had never seen it before, and he didn't know the bottom, and he became more and more worried.

Suddenly, Bailong raised his head, and half of his body had turned into a bright bright red, completely different from the white white like snow on his other half. Han Yiming saw that the original silver white in his eyebrows had turned into a small vortex of bright red and silver white intertwined. The silver light flashed on the bright red in the rotation, making the small vortex more crystal clear. Bailong looked at Han Yiming and the other two, and suddenly smiled slightly: "You can't break through my barrier, and your fellow disciples always break through my barrier to rescue you, it's just a waste of death! It's so boring to die like this!" As he said that, he stretched out his left hand.

His left hand was still as white as white jade with slender fingers. He raised his tail and shook it gently. Han Yiming only cared about the people below, and did not understand what he was going to do. Suddenly, he felt that someone was pulling his waist, and the leader was scattered. Everyone below quickly shrank, and even the white dragon became farther and farther away. In a shock, he looked around and saw Mingxi and Yuanhui floating in the extremely high air with him. But although Gao was tall, he was still in the barrier of the white dragon.

The three of them were floating, and Han Yiming was so anxious that he was powerless and could not do anything. Looking at Mingxi and Yuanhui again, Mingxi looked solemn, and Yuanhui frowned, obviously anxious. Han Yiming was anxious, and suddenly the two people next to him fell down like meteors, which was so shocked that Han Yiming called loudly. Although he couldn't call out, he still called loudly. Suddenly, he felt numb and dizzy, falling down.

Han Yiming never expected that this was like this. His body was so sore and soft that he was completely out of control, and there was a whistling sound of wind in his ears. He had experienced it. He was about to silently recite the sword technique, but suddenly his body had stabilized, and he was still floating beside the white dragon. There were still flowing lights below him, still not caring.

Suddenly, Bailong's voice said, "Don't take them away from your own hands. In my barrier, you will never be close to them. Haha!" His voice has never been loud, but everyone can hear it clearly. Bailong said, "Well, we have been playing for these times, we should fight. Just let go of the means, I really see what you have to come and kill me!"

There were countless streams of lights below, but when he finished speaking, they became extremely quiet. There was no longer a sword light pounce on him, nor any more sounds. Bailong said lightly: "Well, I have locked these three disciples in another barrier, and they can be regarded as your descendants. Everyone here is dead, and they will definitely live. Therefore, you don't have to worry that your sect will not be passed down from generation to generation. I will never move them, just don't worry! Don't move them, either, if you move the barrier, harm yourself, or kill them, it's not my business!"
Chapter completed!