Han Yiming's movements were also fast, and as soon as his fingers moved, Mingyuan's sword was already in his hand, and he rushed towards Ji Rudao's hand. Ji Rudao hurriedly withdrew his hand, even if his hand was stronger than copper and iron, he really didn't dare to touch it with a divine weapon like the Mingyuan Sword. Han Yiming didn't do anything, but when he made a move here, he only heard the man say: "Senior Brother Han, why do you have to be like him? Your sword is used to beat him, it is really a knife to kill chickens, let me come, let me come." Anyway, I already saw that this kid was not pleasing to the eye, and if you want to gang up with us, then I'll do something for you. Han Yiming didn't expect him to get into it so quickly, but after thinking about it, he was just like this because he wanted to get the disciples of Lingshan, and he knew that this person was not a good person, but if he caused them to fight, wouldn't he have a better chance of getting out?

Ji Rudao knew that Han Yiming was unavailable, and when he saw him withdraw, someone stepped in again, and a vicious aura rushed up, raised his hand, and his two hands were like two knives, and he quickly slashed towards the man. On the palm of his hand, as if branches had grown, a few fingers were born, and they were also flat like knives, Han Yiming had no doubt that his hands were as sharp as knives, and if they were really touched, they might cut off two pieces of flesh. The man stretched out his hand, and he held a toothpick in his hand, which at first glance looked like ivory, but in a flick of his hand, it had become a long stick three feet long. The man said: "It's a little strange that you have such a pair of hands, but if you want to refine like this, you want to damage your limbs, and you really can't find it with yourself." ”

As he spoke, his hand shook, and the long stick had become soft, like a whip, and he said to Ji Ru, "Do you know what this is?" Han Yiming had never heard of such an object, and when he looked closely, he saw that one end of the long stick had spread out, turning into thousands of strands of white silk, some thick and some thin, but they were alive, and they writhed separately. The man said, "You haven't heard of what this is, this is the free way you want! Do you know who I am?" Ji Rudao said coldly: "You scoundrel, relying on a powerful object, what's the big deal." If we have the ability, let's rely on our own hands to see who has won whom, relying on utensils, what kind of hero is it?"

The man said, "You don't have to provoke me! I don't want to eat your way, I have always only known that I must do things to achieve the final goal, and as for the means, I don't have to care." You didn't abandon your hands, did you? You want Lingshan disciples, and I want it, everyone is just up to their abilities. But you don't have to compare yourself to me, for they see you as an enemy. That's all there is to it, and you've already lost. The freewheeling magic sign in his hand has no change, sometimes it becomes one, sometimes it is divided into thousands of threads, but it is bound to Ji Rudao's hand. Although Ji Rudao's hands are powerful, he is completely forced by this changeless magic lotion to have nowhere to use. On the other side, Ji Ruyu stood up, but Han Yiming had been paying attention to him. As soon as he stood up, his hands stretched out, and his two arms became flat, and he said, "You are inextricably linked, aren't you afraid of being cut off by me?"

I couldn't tell the shape of his hand without hearing this, but when I heard this, I realized that his hand was really like a big pair of scissors on top of his head. Could it be that he wanted to use this to cut off this freewheeling divine stick? I heard the man laugh and say, "It's useless, you have temporary power." I already know your tricks. If I am cut straight by you, will I still use it?" His hand swayed slightly, which seemed to be very relaxed, but Han Yiming saw that on his two temples, green tendons faintly appeared, and it was obvious that he was very forceful, which showed that such a wishful and easy-to-use object is not something that everyone can use.

Ji Ruyu and Ji Rudao are completely different, his whole person floats in the air, his hands open and close, and countless birds fly out of his hands, these birds are white, flat as paper, but a big mouth, but the cold light of sharp scissors flashes. They flew like arrows, cutting whatever they wanted in the man's hand. Han Yiming was amazed at Ji Ruyu's spell, those birds didn't know how to conjure, they floated in the air very lightly, and they shuttled back and forth quickly. It's a pity that the big mouth of the sharp scissors still can't cut the floating magic sticks. The sign is as thin as silk, floating around, thick as a stick, but also like a rope, sometimes striking, sometimes bound towards the other, and changing. But no matter what kind of divine sign is facing the cut of the bird conjured up by Ji Ruyu, it will suddenly become as thick as a stick, where can it be cut. It is as thin as silk, but it flows without a direction, let the bird fly around, with its mouth wide open, but it can't cut a single one, Han Yiming was also very surprised by this magic sign, looked at it for a while, and suddenly noticed that someone else was staring at him again, and when he turned his head, there were two people sitting on the side, which were the two people who asked him for Atu.

Suddenly, with a light hand, Ah Tu had jumped down from his hand and ran out, Han Yiming was taken aback, only to see something running quickly outside the door, and when he looked at it, it was a gray hare, and Ah Tu chased the rabbit. The two of them, who were not involved in the fight here, jumped up together and chased after them when they saw that Ah Tu had run out and could still sit still. Han Yiming didn't dare to slack off, he didn't care about the battle in front of him, and followed behind to chase him out.

Although Ah Tu is obese, he is really agile when he runs, and he is "Wangwang" all the way. The two of them chased slowly, and there was wind under their feet, but the rabbit in front of Ah Tu was forced by him to be anxious and jumped around, and Ah Tu was already agile, but he really couldn't catch up. The two men chased after each other for a while, bending down and reaching out, but they couldn't catch it. As soon as Han Yiming breathed a sigh of relief here, he saw one of them stop his steps, return to his chest with one hand, and pinch a gesture on his chest.

Han Yiming's fingers moved, and the Ming Yuan sword popped out of its sheath, swept straight past his back, and slashed towards the cloth bag. The man shouted: "Spirit Sword! One of the Four Great Spirit Sword!" He withdrew his hand quickly, and as soon as his hand moved, the cloth bag had been withdrawn from his hand, and the Ming Yuan Sword cut off a corner of the bag, but there was no more soil on the ground. Han Yiming rushed, wrapped his fingers, withdrew the Mingyuan sword, held it in his hand, ran to the man and said, "Hand it over." The man glanced at the sword in his hand and said, "Hand it over, okay, you can exchange it for your spirit sword!"