The young man held a Ni sword in his hand and looked at Lan Long, and suddenly flew straight to the dragon head. Zi Ni sword was in his hand, and precious lights radiated from the hilt of the sword, rippling from the hilt of the sword to the tip of the sword. Lan Long's golden eyes rushed out of countless wind and snow. Han Yiming had heard a slight "ding" sound in his ears, and a cold and painful shoulders were on his shoulders. When he looked at the pain, a crystal clear ice and snow cut through the petals and flew close to him, and it was transformed on his shoulders, and a thread of shoulders was cut. He also felt pain on his arm. When he looked down, his arm was cut, and there was also a piece of ice and snow melting on his arm. The wind and snow in Lan Long's eyes were extremely sharp.

The wind and snow pounced on the boy, and the boy suddenly disappeared. He really disappeared out of thin air, but in a blink of an eye, the boy had already appeared, only one foot away from the dragon. With a wave of his sword, he flew over the dragon. The purple-colored sword in his hand was filled with light, sparks splashed on the dragon, and a small piece of dragon horn had been cut off by him. The dragon horn fell down and fell three feet away from Han Yiming. The indigo dragon horn could be seen clearly even at night.

The light of the purple-Ni sword was flowing, and the light on the sword, which was like a gem, was like a dream. The boy cut off a horned dragon horn, and his smile became stronger. The wind and snow wrapped in the blue dragon were nowhere to be seen. Han Yiming was a colorless and formless mirror that blocked the ice and snow. The blue dragon circled, but a black whirlwind had grown. Although Han Yiming had the colorless and formless mirror to protect him, he also heard the whistling sound of the wind. The thick black in the whirlwind seemed to have the power to suck him into it. Han Yiming felt that he floated up slightly and was about to float towards the black. Looking at the boy, he was a little unsteady. The white dress on his body was no longer the white dress worn by the boy, but the plain dress that Han Yiming had worn before, with his clothes rising lightly, but towards the dark place.

The blue dragon clawed the boy with one dragon claw, and Han Yiming felt his eyelids burning. Fortunately, he was looking at it with his heart. If he opened his eyes and looked directly, he was afraid that his eyes would hurt so hard. But he could still see clearly. A snow light burst out from the boy's body, but he flashed and disappeared. When he looked again, he had already appeared. There was a crack on the purple snow lotus petals behind him, and two petals had been scratched and cracked. However, the boy could not see anything unusual on his body, and the smile at the corner of his mouth remained unchanged.

The back snow lotus petals seemed to be completely ignored. When the Blue Dragon grabbed him, he disappeared instantly and appeared behind the Blue Dragon a moment later. He could not compare with the Taoist practitioners that Han Yiming had seen. The Taoist practitioners he had seen before were considered to have a high level of cultivation, but in front of this young man, he could only be considered mediocre in cultivation. This is a dragon slaying, even if it is a injured dragon, or a dragon. This young man slaying dragons with his own strength. Not to mention the Taoist practice, he would not know how many people he had become!

But the boy dodged and avoided the Blue Dragon's grab, but it was closer to the black whirlwind. The Blue Dragon twisted his body, and the whirlwind became more and more shrill. The wind was about to break through the ear drums. Han Yiming's face was cut like a knife, and his body became more and more immersive. He approached the whirlwind a little. The boy was about to dodge, but the Blue Dragon's dragon had turned around and turned towards him. The dragon kissed him wide and roared at him. Han Yiming was dizzy and fell down, falling to the ground, unable to sit still, and fell to the ground. Fortunately, the colorless and formless treasure mirror was always frivolous above his hand. After falling down, the treasure mirror was still floating in the air.

The boy was approached by the black whirlwind, but in an instant, the black whirlwind was in front of the boy. The boy's clothes were sucked into the deep black, and the turban on his head drifted towards the black whirlwind. The boy's protective spiritual power soared out of the air, wrapping him up with the snow lotus behind him. The purple-ni sword in his right hand shone brightly, and a sword stabbed straight into the center of the black whirlwind. The black whirlwind and the purple-ni sword disappeared. The boy was still standing in the wind, and the blue dragon turned around and stalemate with the boy face to face.

The whirlwind disappeared, and Han Yiming fell to the ground. He could not sit straight, so he could only sit halfway, hold his chest and hunched back, and hold his hands on the ground. He always remembered what the boy said to be quiet and looked at the boy and the blue dragon. The boy pointed his finger up, and there was a short sword in his hand, which was the short sword given to Han Yiming by the Demon Star. Suddenly the boy said to him: "Sit up straight, your hands must hold the treasure mirror." Han Yiming struggled to sit straight, but his hands could not be lifted. There was lightning at the tip of the claws of the blue dragon. When he waved it to them, Han Yiming had already seen lightning intertwined, and lightning was dazzled, and the sound of lightning was endless. His body was already burning. Although his body was pressed so hard that he could not move, his clothes were floating around him, with a harsh "cracking" sound.

The boy's body was floating like a ghost, flashing in the air, flashing out of the crack of lightning. He landed on the ground, squatted down, pressed his left hand on the ground, turned to Han Yiming and said, "Do you want to die? Hold the treasure mirror quickly!" Han Yiming knew that this time, negligence would be to die, and said, "I can't raise my hand!" The boy coughed and pointed his left hand at him. Han Yiming felt that the heavy pressure on his body suddenly became lighter. Although there was still heavy pressure, it was not that heavy. He raised his hands and held the colorless and formless treasure mirror.

As soon as he held the colorless and formless treasure mirror in his hand, he felt that all his strength surged towards his hand. The brighter the snow light of the colorless and formless treasure mirror became brighter. A flower bud on the tangled branches that grew outwards, and a wave of lightning rose from the flowers, making it pink. The young man jumped in the air again. The short sword in his hand shook, and then swayed a hundred sword lights, stabbing towards the blue dragon like raindrops. For a moment, the lightning sword lights shone with each other, making the sky above shine like day, but the sword light and lightning did not approach him anymore. The hundred sword lights hit the blue dragon, most of which had no result, but Han Yiming also saw several of the sword lights smashing the blue dragon's dragon's scales several pieces. This short sword was much sharper than Zi Ni! Suddenly, a golden light overflowed from the young man's chest. Two red lights shine in front of the golden light, and Ling Wu flew out.

Lingwu opened his mouth to the blue dragon and roared. The sky was filled with gold. Little bits of gold powder fell down, and the plants around him turned golden. Only the colorless and formless treasure mirror and the flowers and branches that grew on the mirror were still the same. After the roar, Lingwu turned into a golden light and flew into the boy's arms. The blue dragon twisted, and the gold powder disappeared without a trace. Han Yiming saw a few more dragon scales shattered, and the color below was deeper than the dragon scales.

Lingwu instantly returned to the boy's arms, but Han Yiming was also afraid that it would go against the Blue Dragon. Lan Long saw that it was much more powerful than Lingwu. If he really wanted to be serious with Lingwu, Lingwu would definitely die! Fortunately, Lingwu was just like a flash in the pan, and he went back to the boy's arms in a blink of an eye. Lan Long was roared by Lingwu and turned around. The dragon kissed him big, and it was also roaring. Han Yiming's body trembled and almost couldn't sit still. He was not afraid of the huge sound, but the roar of the Blue Dragon made him tremble from his heart. How clever the young man was, when the Blue Dragon body turned around, he had disappeared without a trace, and appeared again, behind Lan Long.

The purple snow lotus behind him was still there, the short sword in his hand had already risen up. After a moment, the sword body was gone, and a colorful light flowed under the hilt of the sword. The boy stretched out his left hand, gently wiped it at the blue dragon, clasped his hand into a fist, and opened it again, and a little white light overflowed with the palm of his hand. After the white light flew up, he grew wings, looking like small white butterflies. Han Yiming suddenly remembered that Bai Ying had used an extremely similar spell. It was when he was just going to Lingshan to various sects.
Chapter completed!