The blue water long sword in Zhao Haoyang's right hand, every slash slashed out a blue light, his eyes were empty, but the Dao sword light on the blue water sword in his hand rushed away with a chill. Some of the sword light disappeared into the black flame without a trace, while some of the sword light went straight to the Mahari Maha. The long five fingers of the Hali Maha opened, and with a wave of the water wave-shaped sword, the Dao Dao sword light bloomed like a flower, and the sword light that forced the blue water sword to his side like lightning turned invisible. With a wave of his long arm, the lightning-like sword light flew vertically and horizontally, slashing the sword light of the blue water sword that slashed in front of the black flame into pieces.

The closer the black flame pressed, the more blazing it became, and suddenly Zhao Haoyang held the sword in both hands, jumped in the air, and the whole person flew upwards with the blue water sword, and after a while, he turned around and fell down quickly, and a white light went straight down. Han Yiming saw the sword of blue water, and disappeared from Zhao Haoyang! I don't know where he went in this moment! Han Yiming's eyes were firmly staring at his uncle with all the senior brothers, only to see him jumping high and his clothes blowing in the wind, but he lost his trace in an instant, and they were all shocked and speechless!

The sword of clear water was faster than the chasing wind, and in the blink of an eye, it had been inserted into the black flame. As soon as it was inserted into the black flame, it split the black flame into two, and the blue light of the blue water sword flickered, shooting out from the black flame, and Zhao Haoyang came out of nowhere. The plain clothes on his body were scorched in several places, and when he came out of the black flames, he swung his sword and slashed the black flames into countless pieces. With a wave of the sleeve of his left hand, he opened his mouth and blew the pieces away.

As soon as the black flame was gone, the unbearable heat was much gone. Everyone came in one breath, but they saw that Mahari Maha's eyes were open, and a little fire flew out of his eyes, and his right hand stretched forward. His right hand is the woman's gentle right hand, and there are countless thin gold bracelets hanging on her arms all the way, and even her arms are wrapped in several gold bracelets, together with the patterns on her hands, and the soft and incomparable, rich and crystalline fingertips, gently pinching out ten thousand styles.

Han Yiming was shocked, he knew that this amorous hand could not be killed in a moment, and he was about to make a sound, but he saw that Maha opened his mouth again, and a black flame sprayed towards Huang Jingxuan. I saw that there was already a small vortex formed by countless golden lights in front of Huang Jingxuan, as bright as the starry sky, and it was slowly rotating. Huang Jingxuan held the sword and guarded the back, and saw a black flame rushing towards him, the long sword was on his chest, and the palm of his left hand was on his chest, and he gently wiped a circle, and the small vortex immediately rotated, from the inside out, slowly expanding, and the long tail like a meteor also dragged longer and longer, making the vortex bigger.

As soon as the black flame swooped down on the vortex, it clung to it and spun around, but in the opposite direction of the vortex. The two sides rotated separately, but I saw that the black flame slowly became thinner, and the golden vortex on this side also became a little dim. The two seemed to be comparing, Han Yiming saw that Senior Brother Sima Ling's eyes were staring at the Hali Maha tightly, as if he was about to wait for an opportunity to move, and his heart also moved, and said secretly: "I just need to follow Senior Brother, as soon as he moves, I will also come out to help him." ”

Before he finished thinking about it, he had already seen a black braid on the back of the Hali Maha fly upward, and in a moment it stretched upward, and the silky black hair as thick as a waterfall grew to an incomparable length in a blink of an eye, spreading out to all sides at an extremely fast speed, covering the sky above his head, and also spreading to the sky here, Han Yiming didn't know what the benefit of this was to the Hali Maha like this, but he saw the fifth uncle wielding the blue water sword, and the Dao sword light was not far from the demonic right hand, the five fingers of the right hand were like orchids, but they were in the shape of claws, and they were infinitely slender, and they grabbed this side, and wanted to cross Zhao Haoyang to catch it, but he was always stopped by him。 The right hand went back and forth very quickly, but every movement was extremely soft, like a very beautiful woman, singing and dancing, Tingting curling.

Zhao Haoyang is wielding a long sword, his body is vertical, every move is extremely masculine, full of masculinity, and the long sword in white is even more dazzling under the endless black hair. Han Yiming had heard this senior uncle say that he was a martial arts cultivator, and at this time, he really saw that his every move and style was extremely clear, and he did it in one go, but every move had a light from the top of the sword blade, and it was close to the past. Maha Halya's hand was closed very quickly, and his hand was infinitely long at this moment, and he could touch Zhao Haoyang, but every time that hand got closer, he was forced away by Zhao Haoyang's sword light with a cool breeze. Zhao Haoyang is diametrically opposed to Maha Li, every move is just right, every sword is used to the extreme, some of his cyan sword light is straight out, some are diagonally slashed, all of them are extremely fierce, with a sharp whistling. Sometimes he pulls back his sword, and when he wipes the long sword, it is an arc of blue light. These many sword lights, coupled with the sharpness of the blue water sword, really made Maha Maha have to withdraw his hand from time to time to avoid the extreme edge.

Han Yiming looked up and saw that the black hair in the sky had spread out to this side, and he was about to cut them off with the Ming Yuan Sword, when suddenly a blue light flashed, and the Pingbo Dao man was holding his black wooden sword, and he had jumped into the sky. He held the sword in his right hand, and his left hand stroked over the spine of the sword, only to see that the characters on the black wood sword lit up, emitting a bright green light. The left hand of the Pingbo Daoist flicked on the blade of the sword, and the black wood sword immediately shone brightly, bright as a star, and with a wave of the right hand of the Pingbo Daoist, the black wood sword grew in the wind, more than a zhang long, and slashed towards the blue silk attack that was full of sky.

Wherever his spade sword went, the sky was full of green silk divided into two sections, half still flat on the sky, and the other half had fallen downward. Han Yiming only knew at this time that the wooden sword of this evil Daoist was so powerful, but the green silk was cut off, and it grew extremely long in a moment, and the Pingbo Daoist was also sword after sword, not letting the green silk spread all over the sky. It's just that the green silk not only grows extremely long, but also wraps around his black wooden sword, if it weren't for his extraordinary black wooden sword, it would have been taken away by the green silk. The green silk was wrapped a few times, and if it touched his long sword, it would be broken into inches. A few times later, Qingsi turned around him, and the Heimu sword of the Pingbo Daoist shook continuously, shaking out countless sword lights, and swirling around him.

The people of Pingbo Dao did not make a move before, obviously to recuperate, and it is not too late to make a move at this time. He has always been at odds with the Lingshan faction, but at this time, it is a critical autumn of survival, where can he take care of so much, and first work together to defeat the Maha Li. If he stood by and watched, he was afraid that the Lingshan Sect would not be an opponent, and it would be difficult for him to leave this place with his disciples at that time.

Han Yiming had known that although this person was stingy since the last time he had that mirage, he knew most about these powerful things. Even if it is for his own sake, he should first defeat the Maha Haliya. Suddenly, I saw a wave-shaped sword light flashing, bent like a snake, and rushed towards the top of Huang Jingxuan's head. I don't know when, Chelyama waved the crooked short sword in his hand, and rushed straight at Huang Jingxuan-

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