Huang Jingxuan resisted the black flame vortex with all his strength, and he was engrossed. The black flame vortex was comparable to his golden vortex, but he was different from Zhao Haoyang, Zhao Haoyang used a sword of clear water, and water and fire were mutually restrictive, so he did not suffer. He used the Wind Splitting Sword, and the Wind Splitting Sword was also fiery, and when compared with the black flame, it was up to him whose spiritual power was greater. Although he has been cultivating for hundreds of years, he has become a demon with a strange technique, and he cannot match it, so he can only concentrate on it, where can he still have leisure to take care of the curved sword light above his head.

Sima Lingyi's long sword came out of his hand, like an arrow off the string, followed closely by his golden and green sword, and the Dao sword light of all the senior brothers also went straight to the top of Huang Jingxuan's head, enveloping the top of his head under the sword. The sword in his hand was bent like a wave, and it was so soft that it was wrapped around his fingertips, and his five fingers bloomed and flashed on the blade, and the curved blade of the sword bloomed like flowers on his fingertips. The sword was no more than a foot long, with a green glow, and the slender body of the sword was also covered with patina, spinning arbitrarily on the fingertips of the Hali Maha, as if turning into a finger twist. Suddenly, Mahari Maha's eyes flashed, and with a flick of his fingers, the sword that had turned like a flower flew into the sky and pressed towards the top of Sima Lingyi's head!

Han Yiming was shocked, and the two fingers of his right hand struck at the Mingyuan Sword, and he was about to read the Wind Chasing Sword like a shadow, when his hand was hot, a sword light on the Mingyuan Sword revealed and rushed straight towards Sima Lingyi. He can only make one move like a shadow chasing the wind sword, at this time urgently, where can he manage so much, the long sword stretched forward, and the two fingers of his right hand kept tapping the hilt of the Ming Yuan sword, and he couldn't stop reciting the sword trick of chasing the wind in his heart.

He was always worried that the long sword that spun like a wind wheel would penetrate in, making it very difficult for the uncles and brothers below, and the imperial envoy sword flew straight over, standing side by side with Sima Lingyi. I saw that the curved short sword flickered up and down, left and right, always circling around the two, and after a moment of rotation, a sword light like a juhua flower separated from it, and also swirled, coming towards the two. Han Yiming's Mingyuan Sword also revealed Dao sword light, but his spiritual power was still low, and it took several sword lights to push a flower-like sword light away, which was a bit dwarfed in comparison.

His Taoism is still shallow, and after a short time, he has felt weakness all over his body, and his body is soft and his eyes are sleepy. At first, it was barely supported, and after supporting it for a while, I felt that my arm was so weak that I couldn't even lift it. But Sima Lingyi protected the top of Huang Jingxuan's head, how could he stop, and reluctantly lifted the Mingyuan sword, barely supporting. It's just that Ming Yuan's sword light dimmed, almost nothing, but fortunately, the sword light of the senior brothers behind him lingered above his and his senior brother's heads, and the flower-like sword light couldn't penetrate through. Han Yiming saw that he couldn't support himself, but Pully Maha was still calm, only the blood red in his eyes became more and more intense, and the red was delicate, and he couldn't help but become anxious, for fear that one carelessness would harm the lives of his uncle and brother.

In the midst of the scorching, there was a wonderful sound of music from nowhere, as if several women were singing softly, the tone was vague, but it was very brisk, accompanied by a crisp and short "ding dong" soft sound, which was pleasant to the ear. Han Yiming looked at the voice, but saw that there was no one except for the dark green silk in the sky. The voice only sounded for a moment, and everyone's eyes lit up, Han Yiming held Ming Yuan's sword tightly with both hands, trembling, the whole person hung on the hilt of the sword, and his hands trembled slightly due to exhaustion.

The last moment, the sword light of his bent short sword was still swirling three feet away from Han Yiming's side, and the next moment, he was gone, and even the curved short sword that cut the face when it rotated was gone! Han Yiming gasped and looked around, only to see Huang Jingxuan, Zhao Haoyang, and Pingbo Daoren all flying into the sky and looking around. The sky that was originally dark was cloudless in an instant, and even Shicai's powerful offensive was in full swing in a moment. If it weren't for the endless scorched black and endless dead silence on the ground, Han Yiming would have suspected that this vicious battle was also a nightmare.

The Maha came and went like the wind, and for a moment, it was a place of confusion of silence. Han Yiming barely supported it, and when he looked around, he saw that several senior brothers were tired. In the blink of an eye, Zhao Haoyang had already collected his sword and turned back, and the Pingbo Dao people also flew back to the group of disciples, only Huang Jingxuan was still in place, looking at the empty wilderness.

After this vicious fight, everyone was exhausted and looked for a place to rest. As soon as Han Yiming fell to the ground, he couldn't help but close his eyes and fall asleep, whether he was tired. When I woke up, the sky was already starry, but it was still a lifeless, scorched wilderness.

Only the senior brothers in the audience whispered about the power of the Maha Puriya, and he alone made the people of Lingshan and everyone under the Pingbo Dao people unbearable, and he was still in the upper hand, and he was very powerful. Han Yiming thought of the spirit insect that was more than 500 years old, and it was also very powerful, but at this time, the Hali Maha was more than ten times more terrifying than the spirit worm.

Although the spirit worm is big, where is it so terrifying. The spirit worm can also see its weaknesses, but the Murray Maha does not seem to have weaknesses, listening to his voice and looking at his appearance will hurt people. Han Yiming was even a little puzzled, it seemed that everyone here might not be able to be an enemy of him. It seems that it is indeed as the second master said, it is difficult to get out of the whole body.

Just as he was thinking about it, Sima Lingyi came over and said, "Little junior brother, are you tired, it's all up to the little junior brother to help at that time, otherwise, I will be seriously injured if I don't die." Han Yiming was stunned for a long time before he understood: "What did Senior Brother say? I only hate myself for not being able to help my masters." Sima Lingyi sat down beside him and handed him a piece of dry food: "Little junior brother, having a heart is powerful, and being strong is better than being powerful and not having a heart." It is necessary to know that the power is born from the heart, so there is no heart and no power. Originally, the Ming Yuan Sword had to have extremely strong cultivation and spiritual power to drive it, and it was already very good that you could do that. Thanks to your Mingyuan Sword, my Jinqing Sword may not be the opponent of the Murray Maha, if you hadn't used the Mingyuan Sword to help me, I am afraid that I would not be able to escape his Kriss!"

Han Yiming said in surprise: "What is the Krix sword? Oh! Senior brother is talking about his crooked sword? I have never heard such a strange name. Sima Lingyi said: "It's that sword, to be exact, it should be called a Kreis sword." The younger brother said that the name sounded strange, but because it was not a thing of Middle-earth, but the national sword of a foreign country. I heard that it was smelted with a strange kind of heavenly divine iron and was owned by the royal family. I don't know how he got it, but I also saw it in the codex left by the patriarch, who traveled all over the world and encountered strange objects, which would be recorded in the codex. Among them, it is written that this Krissa knife is small and exquisite, curved like a snake, and the pattern of the blade is like flowing water, extremely sharp, cutting gold and breaking jade. ”――

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