Han Yiming had already seen the sharp white light on the dragon's claws. The sword of Chasing Wind was involuntarily used it, and sword lights rushed upwards. Suddenly, an extremely bright sword next to him came over and said, "Junior brother, the sword cannot be removed!" Han Yiming did not use the sword moves like the Demon-killing Sword, but when Mingxi waved his hand, a sword light swung upwards. It was an extremely wide sword light that overflowed from the tip of the sword, like a golden soup, and went horizontally upwards. The sword light was bright, and it was indeed not comparable to that of his Mingyuan sword!

The clear cultivation level was much higher than Han Yiming. He slashed out with one sword and another sword. The sword light was extremely bright, so bright that Han Yiming had to squint his eyes. It went faster than the previous sword light. After a while, he advanced along with the previous sword light and had already pounced on the tip of the white dragon's stretching claws. The white dragon's originally stretched front claw suddenly disappeared. He let out a long roar to the sword light, which made people's ears hurt and his body shaking. Han Yiming felt that he was standing on the storm of the storm, his heart tightened, and could no longer stand straight. He bent down, but he was unwilling to lower his head and stared at the white dragon above. The several sword lights that pounced in front of the white dragon were all turned into vanish by its long roar!

Chen Weiyu reached out to grab the sky and grabbed the Qingshuang sword in the air. I don’t know where the Qingshuang sword was. At this time, he reached out to grab it. Chen Weiyu didn’t say anything. The Qingshuang sword shook in his hand, and countless swords lit up around him, all two inches in size, surrounding him in the center. With his hand, a cold wind swept, and countless small swords around him rushed towards the white dragon with the cold wind. The small sword was small at first, Han Yiming looked at it, but saw them getting bigger and bigger. He couldn’t help but look at Uncle Master, and he saw that he swung forward with another sword, bringing out a bone-black breeze. The sword that was heading straight for the White Dragon became bigger. Suddenly, it turned out that every time Uncle Master waved his sword, the sword that rushed to the front became larger due to his spiritual power. Each sword was the same shape as the Qingshuang sword. I wonder if it was the same sharpness.

Although Han Yiming knew that the White Dragon was extremely powerful, even if the dragon scales were extremely strong, the Qingshuang Sword was no longer an ordinary visible sword. The countless swords that flew over and hit Bai Long, and they were afraid they would suffer some flesh and blood. I didn't know what to do for a while. If I persuaded Uncle Master, I wonder if the three of them were waiting for death. But Bai Long couldn't persuade him. Han Yiming had already told him that he would walk far away and never come back. But he still came to approach them again and again. Whether he was intentional or had to come, it would be not a good thing to approach like this!

Suddenly, the white dragon's body circled, and its long body connected to the head and tail, like a jade dragon ring, rotating rapidly. A whirlwind was brought up, and everyone's ears were filled with the sound of wind, and the countless green frost swords that had already flown in front of it were gone. Han Yiming was stunned, looked for a moment, and turned around. Chen Weiyu was holding a long sword in his hand, staring at the white dragon tightly. Only Mingxi, who had stood beside Chen Weiyu at some point, also turned around and looked at Han Yiming.

The two seemed to have a heart of each other. When they looked at each other, they looked upwards. The dragon's head of the white dragon came out from the whirlwind, and one of its front paws also stretched out and grabbed it down! Chen Weiyu shouted loudly: "Do you think I'm afraid of you? Do you want me to cut one of your front paws?" Han Yiming knew that Uncle Master was not a false statement. Since Zi Ni could break Mirui, Qingshuang might be able to cut the white dragon. He was shocked and said, "Uncle Master!" Chen Weiyu turned aside and said loudly: "You must know that you have a destiny."

You can only ask for something. Why force it? After fighting for this time, your barrier is no longer reliable. If there is a sound and people are coming, can you still leave? Qinglong may not have known that there is this barrier here!" Bailong's dragon's protruding dragon claw slowed down. Han Yiming saw that a layer of white frost had condensed on the Qingshuang sword in his hand, and it became colder. Even the uncle's hand holding the sword was covered with a layer of white frost. He didn't know whether it was good or bad, so he raised his head and said, "Go away! Go!"

Suddenly, the white dragon's front paws had already grabbed the top of his head, but he grabbed Mingxi. Han Yiming was shocked. He waved the Mingyuan sword in his hand and a sword light swept upwards. Mingxi was also deeply practicing and was calm in the face of danger. The sword in his hand was as bright as a golden soup, and a sword light rushed from bottom to top. Han Yiming swung out his sword, and couldn't help but regret it, shouting loudly: "Go away!" The two sword lights interlaced and rushed upwards.

Bailong had no intention of retreating, and grabbed one of his front paws to the bottom! Han Yiming was so anxious that he could not stop. As soon as he hesitated, the Mingyuan sword in his hand became dull. But the clear sword light that was as blind as golden soup lies across the world, with a suffocating faint sound of wind and thunder, heading upwards! The sword of the Rhinoceros Sword is indeed well-known, and it is extraordinary as soon as it takes action! Han Yiming stopped in a hurry and said loudly to Bailong: "Go away!"

It’s a pity that the scene was already full of atmosphere, with thunder, and even his own ears were roaring, and the sound he shouted could not be heard at all! Suddenly, the white dragon opened its mouth, and before Han Yiming understood, Chen Weiyu had already jumped high in the air. The Qingshuang sword in his hand was horizontal and pressed on the clear rhinoceros sword! Han Yiming looked below. The fourth uncle was only a very small one, while the clear rhinoceros sword was already a very wide and bright one. With a light wave, it seemed to shatter the fourth uncle. He was so anxious that he wanted to scream, but he saw that the clear sword no longer waved. The fourth uncle faced the white dragon's dragon head, as if he had said something softly, and the white dragon suddenly stopped.

Han Yiming and Mingxi looked at each other, and Mingxi also looked up. Suddenly, the white dragon roared angrily, stretched its long claws down, and grabbed it down! Han Yiming had not yet reacted, and Ming raised the sword of rhinoceros slashing around Chen Weiyu and slashed towards the white dragon! Han Yiming was very anxious. The sword of rhinoceros slashing is so weird, and the uncle is still above. If, what... I suddenly heard Chen Weiyu's clear voice in the scene: "You leave quickly, your barrier can no longer be supported! Do you really want Qinglong to come here?"

Before he finished speaking, the sky suddenly lit up, and the clear rhinoceros sword had swung the front claws of the white dragon. In an instant, the golden soup swept across the white dragon's claws and cut one of his sharp long armor! Although Han Yiming knew that the rhinoceros sword was extremely sharp, he was so powerful that he was stunned. Ming's eyes flashed firmly, but he had no intention of retreating at all. The white dragon roared wildly and retreated, like a whirlwind, no trace!

Only a "bang" sound was heard, the original chaos disappeared, and there was another wilderness in front of me. The white dragon and his barrier were gone, and only the night wind swept across the trees and brought the "rustling" sound of branches and leaves moving lightly-
Chapter completed!