Han Yiming was so anxious that he could reach out to separate them. He was about to pounce on them. Seeing that Lingguang was still dizzy, one of them was wearing plain clothes, undoubtedly his senior brother from Lingshan. He sighed silently, closed his eyes, and couldn't bear to look at them again.

After a while, he opened his eyes. The dozen people had already disappeared before, only the arrogant inspiration was still circling in the field, and everyone dodged everywhere. Han Yiming could not care about so many things. He looked at the place with the most plain clothes. In his heart, he could not recite the sword-controlling technique in his mouth, hoping that the Mingyuan sword could be recaptured from Bailong's hand, and hope that the same sect could break through this barrier and escape from the heaven of birth. He was not just waiting for death and killed by Bailong!

Suddenly, the white dragon loosened his hand, and the spiritual sword flew out like an arrow, carrying a long-tailed spiritual light. The white dragon just moved his fingers slightly. The spiritual sword had divided into three, flowing everywhere, sweeping through the crowd. Dozens of people were wiped away and disappeared again. But the spiritual light was endless, from two to four, from four to eight, echoing in the barrier of the white dragon! Han Yiming gritted his teeth, trying to not look at it, but he had to look at it, and the blue veins on his forehead thundered.

The spiritual light was as if the eyes were born. After several people, Han Yiming's sharp eyes were already sharp. He saw a group of people chasing him in plain clothes. The sword in the leader's hand was Jinqing sword! That was Sima Lingyi, the eldest senior brother! It was all his senior brothers! He was so anxious that he shouted: "Senior brother, go quickly! Don't look back!" I wonder if all the senior brothers had heard it? They didn't look back, but just flew forward, sometimes high and sometimes low, sometimes left and right, but they dodged this spiritual light and encountered another spiritual light. It really gave birth to more than a dozen eyes, but I'm afraid it was not enough!

Suddenly, the spiritual light that was flowing around turned around and gathered towards one place. After Han Yiming saw that the spiritual light was no longer chasing the people of the master's sect, he breathed a sigh of relief, but saw a figure flashing out where the spiritual light gathered. He raised his hand and the spiritual light wandering around rushed into it! After a while, all the spiritual lights gathered in his palm!

He raised his left hand flat, and the spirit sword flying around flew towards him and flew into his palm. Han Yiming became frightened for no reason, held his breath and stared at the man. The man was a figure with no clear appearance. He was the brightest light source in this barrier, but he was just a figure, and the golden light around reflected the figure into black and could not be looked directly. Han Yiming took a look, and his eyes were so painful that he had to avoid it.

But the figure, no matter how he avoided it, always existed in his eyes. Although he couldn't see his appearance clearly, his actions could be seen clearly. The ball of spiritual light in his palm was also very bright and colorful, but it could never take away the glory of his body. The more and more spiritual lights in his hands gathered, the faster the spiritual lights wandering around rushed towards his palms. Even the three spiritual swords connected together ran towards him!

The figure waited for the spirit sword to fly in front of him, stretched out his other hand, and bounced the spirit sword. The spiritual power of the white dragon bounding spirit sword lit up and disappeared in a blink of an eye. Three spirit swords flew upwards. Han Yiming was already stunned and didn't even recite the sword technique. The Mingyuan sword had already flew in front of him and floated quietly beside him!

Han Yiming didn't reach out to pick it up, his eyes were full of that figure. An indescribable panic filled his heart. Something in his heart seemed to be so clear. He wanted to shout Bailong to leave quickly, but he couldn't scream, so he could only stare blankly. Looking at the figure, he went to see Bailong again. Bailong had already stopped his hand, his face remained unchanged, and stood there, but just looked at the figure. The silver-white vortex above Bailong's head rotated rapidly, turning into a ball of white mist, which was sucked into his nose. The small red and white vortex between his eyebrows no longer rotated, but it shrunk, turning into a half-bright red and half-silver dot, embedded in the center of his eyebrows.

Suddenly a voice sounded in Han Yiming's heart: "Where is he? Where is he?" This voice did not sound in his ears, but in his heart, cold and hard, completely heartless, but it was like a thunderclap in his heart, which made people jump up and shudder. It should be asked "her", and he tried his best to comfort himself, and then looked at Bailong. Bailong just smiled faintly: "If you have the ability, find it yourself! Come and ask me what I do!"

The barrier suddenly burst into thunder, which made Han Yiming dizzy and his heart tremble. I don’t know how long it took to return to peace. Bailong said lightly: "We finally met. You have been looking for me for a long time, and I have also waited for you for a long time. No need to say nonsense, just use your earth-shaking technique. I will not wait for death." The figure suddenly disappeared, leaving only Bailong and the people in the barrier, still in their original place.

Han Yiming said to himself: "Is it..." Before he finished, he saw a bright light in front of him, and the green mountains and waters appeared, but the sky was no longer blue sky, and the white clouds were gone. The dark clouds were densely covered in the sky, and the thick clouds were rolling, but there was no whistling wind, no birds flapping their wings, and no beasts ran around. Everything was silent between the sky and the earth. Where the thick clouds were rolling, a green colored dragon body, like glass, appeared faintly. The green dragon was indeed a green dragon! Han Yiming was powerless in an instant, and the green dragon finally came. Suddenly his body sank and fell down. Han Yiming was originally floating steadily in the air, but he couldn't defend himself. With his fingers, Mingyuan's sword flew over and held him. He looked around, Mingxi and Yuanhui also grabbed their own swords, floating in the air like him.

The white dragon was as stable as Mount Tai, and his face had not changed. His eyes were like stars, and his mouth was smiling, and he was fixed in the air. Han Yiming looked at him, feeling endless sorrow in his heart. At this time, it was too late to say anything, and there was no need to say anything. The white dragon and Qinglong had met face to face. This matter was no longer related to him and these idle people. It could not be related, nor could it be related! Many people pursued so many days in order to find the white dragon and let him escape. As long as Qinglong arrived before he escaped, everyone would be finished. It was really done, but no one walked away!

Han Yiming was still staring blankly, and suddenly heard someone shouting below: "Don't you go away quickly! Fill your life in it in vain?" Han Yiming lowered his head, and everyone below dispersed like a tide. Everyone was flying in a hurry, obviously trying to empty the place and let the Qinglong fight with the White Dragon. Or were they afraid that the two dragons would harm themselves, so they hurriedly flew away to save their lives. Looking at the White Dragon, they couldn't move a step away. Suddenly, one of them ran into him, dragged him, and flew backwards.

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