He supported Ding Wu with force, and Ding Wu's head hanging softly turned to one side. Han Yiming saw that his face had turned pale, and blood was bleeding from his eyes, ears, mouth, and nose. He opened his mouth and realized that he could not say anything except the word "Senior Brother"! Han Yiming helped him several times, but it couldn't work. He gritted his teeth and put Ding Wu down, clenched his fists, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, stood up, flicked his right finger, and the Mingyuan sword flew into his hand with a "brush" and said to Bailong hatred: "You kill my senior brother! I..." Before he finished speaking, the golden light flowed in the sword in his hand. Han Yiming was extremely angry, raised his sword and slashed at the white dragon in front of him!

Mingyuan's sword with a sharp chirping, and the sword edge became as bright as the sun, and it had been cut in front of Bailong in an instant. Bailong was already standing in front of him. After Mingyuan's sword edge cut in front of him, he raised his right hand and came towards the sword edge. The hand that emitted a cold light was as white as jade, and his fingers were slender and powerful. It was the most perfect hand in the man's hand, and he grabbed the sword edge in his hand.

.Han Yiming fought for the sword that would definitely kill, and was stopped by Bailong's hand. Bailong sneered and suddenly stopped talking. Han Yiming had already seen the golden color on the sharp and unparalleled sword edge penetrate into its hand. When the white dragon's palm and the golden light on the sword edge were opposite, a layer of wide scales appeared. In a blink of an eye, its hands were all covered by scales. Han Yiming gritted his teeth at this time. He killed Senior Brother Ding, and even if he wanted to fight with it, he would have to fight with it.

Suddenly, the palm of his hand hurts sharply, and the hilt of the Mingyuan sword came out of his hand. The Mingyuan sword was snatched by the white dragon! Before Han Yiming could make a sound, the Mingyuan sword also broke free from Bailong's hand and flew into the air with a sharp roar! Han Yiming not only recited the sword technique in his heart, but could not even recite it in his mouth, and wanted to call the Mingyuan sword back to his side. Bailong raised his hand, pointed at Baozhong, and grabbed it, and Mingyuan sword was grabbed by him again. He heard it say, "Mirui, you have lost your skills, are you unwilling to die?" Han Yiming was completely stunned. The white dragon actually knew Mirui's name! The luster on the blade of the Mingyuan sword dimmed instantly and lay quietly in the white dragon's hand!

Han Yiming lost the sword and had to look at Bailong coldly. Unarmed in front of Bailong, it was a dead end! But what if there was a sword in front of Bailong? He hated that his cultivation was too low, so he was vulnerable to it. At this time, there was no chance to counterattack, so he could only let it slaughter! He hated that he was in a hurry and actually chopped it, without using the Shadow Chasing Wind Sword. As for Qianjun Slash, he never got up! Looking at Senior Brother Ding who was lying at his feet, he suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. Senior Brother Ding went so quickly, and he followed him, nothing was wrong! He calmed down and looked up at Bailong.

Bailong looked up and down at Mingyuan Sword and said, "Do you have nothing to say to me?" Han Yiming said coldly: "I only have something to say to my sword!" Bailong stretched out the Mingyuan Sword in his hand forward quietly, and Han Yiming said to Mingyuan Sword: "Mirui, from now on, you must not hurt my fellow disciples in Lingshan!" Bailong said coldly: "You are like saying a last word." Han Yiming said, "You took my sword, don't hurt my fellow disciples!" Bailong sneered: "Do you think I care about it? What an amazing object!" It raised its hand, threw Mingyuan, and a golden light shone into the distance. Han Yiming thought that the White Dragon would no longer return it after snatching the sword, but was stunned and watched the Mingyuan Sword disappear on the edge of darkness.

There was nothing to say about both sides. Bailong looked at Han Yiming again and said, "You can find your sword when you return to your Lingshan. You don't have to find it here. It can't come again!" Han Yiming suddenly heard it cleverly, and returned to Lingshan? Didn't it want to punish itself and its senior brother? It still let itself go back to Lingshan? But seeing that Bailong didn't have the next move, I realized that it really wanted to let itself go back to Lingshan.

Suddenly, sadness came from it. He came with Senior Brother Ding, but the Senior Brother could not go back. How could he have the attitude to go back to face the division commanders? He gritted his teeth and said, "You killed my senior brother, I..." Bai Long said coldly: "He is worthy of me to kill? I am just a small punishment." Han Yiming was stunned for a moment. Senior Brother was not dead? He didn't care about anything else. He bent down to touch Ding Wu's nose. In addition to the blood of one hand, there was a faint breath.

The white dragon said, "You took him back and get on. Have you handed over that evil thing? I'll ask you, but you'll leave some mercy to Lingkong. If Qinglong comes to ask, you'll go and get the consequences! You must handed over that evil thing. Even if you destroy your Lingshan, I'll find it!" Han Yiming's heart was cold. When it said this, it really ignored the life and death of the people in Lingshan! He stopped talking, took a deep breath, bent down, and lifted one of Ding Wu's arms with force, drilled his head down, and moved him to his back. Han Yiming had no water and rice to stick to his teeth two days ago, and his whole body was exhausted, but he immediately carried Ding Wu, feeling that his eyes were black and his feet were weak.

But he heard the cold voice of the white dragon, "In my east, you can't float to Lingshan. You only have two days. If you return to Lingshan within two days, he will be able to save him. Two days later..." Han Yiming only heard the "two days" and ran away. He never said a word to the white dragon, and he didn't look back. He couldn't tell the direction in the darkness, but he ran away with his back to the white dragon. After running for a while, his eyes suddenly lit up and he ran out of the darkness. In front of him was the red and black realm that he had walked with Senior Brother Ding. Han Yiming felt weak under his feet, struggled and ran forward for a while, and could no longer run, and rushed down.

When he came here, he was very hard to walk alone. His feet were soft and he was more laborious than walking on the ground. He ran wildly, using all his strength, but after running for a while, he used up all his strength and jumped down. He carried Ding Wu on his back and fell down, not daring to let go, for fear of breaking Ding Wu, and fell down. Fortunately, the ground was not hard, and it didn't hurt much if it fell down. After gasping for breath, he turned over and sat down, put Ding Wu flat on the ground, sat up, and sat exhausted to breathe. When he lowered his head, he saw a large piece of blood on his white clothes chest!
Chapter completed!