Han Yiming sneered: "Okay, you said it was yours, I said it was mine." Then let's take a look at whose it is. Don't say that I haven't talked to you, the Lingshan sword and the Lingshan disciple's aura are connected, if you can hold the sword, you will be able to hold it. Let's see if it's yours!" he said, and he saw the purple light flickering behind Song Izuqun, obviously the aura of the Zini Sword was aroused, and his eyes no longer looked at Song Izuqun, just at the Zini Sword. Lingxin had already flashed out, standing beside him, looking at the people here, the wings of flowing gold and broken jade danced, surrounding her, and flying gently.

Han Yiming just looked at the Zini Sword fixedly, and when he saw the Zini Sword, he thought about snatching it back, and he had the idea of doing it. But in a moment, he remembered one thing, he had once grabbed Yuan Hui's Tengjiao sword, which was hands-free. I don't want to pay it back, but when I think about it, a little heat goes straight from my heart to the palm of my hand. Han Yiming knew that it was done, and looked at Song Chuqun with cold eyes, but he was silent, thinking about the Zini Sword, and his hands were getting hotter and hotter. Song Chuqun was already a person who was prone to anger, but when he saw Han Yiming calm, he jumped up and scolded: "Little rabbit cub, you have always been disrespectful to my master, my master looks at your Lingshan's face, let you score three points, do you still think you are great? I will let you have a few points in my master's face." Give you a few colors, have you opened the dye shop?Get out of here! If you don't get out again, see how I teach you a lesson!" Han Yiming didn't move, just single-mindedly, thinking about the purple sword. Song Chuqun saw that he was silent, and Lingxin didn't say anything on the side, but he was afraid of him, and was about to scold again, when someone around him shouted: "It's not good, be careful!"

With a "bang", the purple light on Song Chuqun's back overflowed, and the purple neon sword had jumped out of its sheath and flew towards Han Yiming. Song Izuqun was taken aback and hurriedly took the sword, but the Zini Sword didn't listen to his envoy, and flew in front of Han Yiming with a crystal bright purple light. Han Yiming stretched out his hand and gently stroked the crystal beautiful sword, and for a while, all kinds of piles in the past turned over to his heart, and the anger in the sky surged into his heart, and his hands trembled. But he has always been extremely patient, and when he touched the sword lightly, he withdrew his hand and said to Lingxin: "Come, senior sister, you can take your sword." Lingxin didn't shirk, reached over, held the hilt of the sword, and lifted the Zini Sword: "Finally got it back." Song Izuqun already loved this sword, and it took a lot of effort to get it from Pingbo, but when he saw them take it like this, his eyes were red, and he shouted: "That's my sword, you guys, you dare to grab it!"

Han Yiming was very surprised, he actually dared to say that this was his sword! He sneered, raised his head, and said to Song Izuqun: "Your sword? Yours are also worthy! This is the former sword of my Lingshan Baiying and Zishang Uncle! You actually dare to say that it is yours! Pingbo's subordinates are too shameless! Let me tell you, there is also a sword, the Wind Splitting Sword, which is also in your hands? I will take it back sooner or later! I will take back everything that my Lingshan has been taken away by you one by one!" Song Izuqun was furious: "Little rabbit cub, you are tired of living!" My master has repeatedly asked us to show mercy to your subordinates, in exchange for such a white-eyed wolf as you! I won't look at my master's face today, I will beat you kid first!" Han Yiming laughed angrily: "Have you figured out what you are scolding? I am not your Pingbo disciple? You scolded so strangely." Be merciful to your subordinates? Pingbo has also shown mercy to our subordinates? Don't put gold on his face, if you want to fight, you will fight, you and I are still afraid that you will not succeed!"

Song Izuqun was already a fiery temper, and the Zini Sword was taken away by him, so he couldn't bear it, and he had already jumped up: "Let's go up together!" The disciples of Pingbo's sect are not all like Song Chuqun, but seeing Han Yiming take the Zini Sword away like this, he also knows that today's events must not be reconciled. One of the older ones said, "Senior Brother Song, don't shout. Senior Brother Han, if you take away my junior brother's sword like this, we will offend. Han Yiming settled down, glanced at the spirit core, she stood on the side, holding the Zini Sword in her hand, and she was also engrossed, and the flowing gold and broken jade were flying lightly beside her. Turning around and saying, "Are you offended less, I don't care about this time!" The disciple said, "Then we are offended!" Han Yiming was already prepared, and with a movement of his fingers, the Qingshuang Sword flicked into his hand. Only then did he realize that frost flowers had formed on the blade of the Blue Frost Sword, and with a slight wave, a chill hit his face!

There were many of them, and Han Yiming didn't plan to talk to them, so as soon as the sword arrived in his hand, the Shadow Chasing Wind Sword had already cut out more than a dozen sword lights. The Pingbo Sect over there was not a vegetarian, and they all hurried to draw out the peachwood sword to parry, but the sword light of the Qingshuang Sword carried a biting chill, forcing people to shiver for a while. Han Yiming didn't expect the Qingshuang Sword to be so cold, but at this time, where did he have time to think about this, countless shadow-chasing swords slashed straight over, and they were sure to cut down Song Chuqun's posture. Song Chuqun lost his sword, dodging left and right, very embarrassed. However, Han Yiming's hatred rose sharply at this time, and for a while, the boundless sword light forced all the disciples of Pingbo's sect to deal with it difficult. The disciples of Pingbo's disciples all shouted: "Be careful, be careful!" Han Yiming didn't want to hate himself, the sword in his hand was so ruthless, it could force several disciples under Pingbo to deal with it.

A Pingbo disciple shouted: "Hurry up, hurry up, this kid is entering the realm too fast, let's not hurt his sword!" Everyone in Pingbo Men had a mind and wanted to run away, only Song Chuqun still couldn't let go of the Zini Sword, and shouted: "No, grab the sword back and go again!" Another disciple said: "Wake up, let alone grab the sword, we don't know if we can leave unharmed from his hand, I haven't seen you like this ignorant again, you want to rob yourself, we have to leave." "For a moment, they all flew away. Naturally, there was a kung fu to escape for his life under Pingbo's door, and at this time everyone flew away, each facing one side, and fled in all directions. Only Song Chuqun was left to work hard in the flying Huo Huo sword light!

Han Yiming looked around, and most of the people from Pingbomen had fled far away, but there were still a few who had stopped their feet far away and looked this way. Song Izuqun was forced to breathe by his cold sword light, but the Zini Sword was the sword he had been asking for for a long time, how could he be willing to let go, knowing that he was not an opponent, he still scolded himself: "Little rabbit cub, with you, do you want to snatch my sword?" Han Yiming laughed, but his laughter was full of gritted teeth: "Your sword? You dare to say that this is your sword? Okay! Even if you say that this is your sword, I will grab it, what will you do?" Song Izuqun was furious, suffering from the lack of a blade in his hand, so he had to dodge left and right, and scolded back: " Little rabbit cub, are you tired of living, don't you see how Dao Ye entertains you!" Han Yiming sneered: "Pastime, okay, I want to see how you entertain me!" As he spoke, his subordinates showed no mercy, and the Qingshuang Sword became more and more cold, and the blade was covered with a layer of snow and frost, and under the sunlight, it was crystal clear. The sword light emitted by the Qingshuang Sword also brought a terrifying chill, and Song Izuqun flashed several sword lights in a row, and his skin was already shivering. But his temperament has always been strong, and he will never retreat at this time, holding on and scolding: "Damn, are you tired of living?" Han Yiming was already angry in his heart, a hot breath, from the bottom of his heart to the palm of his hand, clusters of ice flowers were born on the Qingfrost Sword, and every sword light cut out, it was a cluster of ice flowers that slammed out.