He looked Han Yiming up and down twice, and said, "Little friend, a cultivator is to help the world. You let them go, didn't you let the tiger go back to the mountain? You really have the kindness of a woman. Either way, I'll clean them up for you. Wouldn't they all be happy to have ended their sinful lives earlier?"

There was a hint of cruelty in his smile, Han Yiming only felt that even the top of his head began to be numb, the top of his head was like a block of ice, the pain was unbearable, everything around him became very slow, and even his heartbeat slowed down. Pingbo Daoren glanced down, raised his right hand, and with a pull on his chest, a black light flashed, and the spade sword on his back flew out. Pingbo Daodao: "Little friend, you can also take a look at how my sword is used!" he said as he held the sword in his left hand, raised his right hand, and lightly drew a few times on the jet-black sword. A bright light flashed on the jet-black wooden sword, and the edge of the sword lit up. With his sword in hand, the Pingbodao man leaped down and disappeared into the dense woods.

There was no movement below, Han Yiming couldn't move, and there was no way to know what was happening below. But at this time, he was extremely cold, and if there was a running call from below, at least he would be informed that someone had escaped alive. But there was no sound below, not only did there be no running calls, but even the sound of the wind was gone. Isn't it, isn't it true that none of those people have escaped? not even the sound of horses' hooves, not even horses...... Those people can't even help him, how can they be the opponents of the Pingbo Dao people?

There is no sound below, which is more terrible than a sound. If there is a sound, if you listen carefully, you will know what is going on below? But there is no sound, which makes people guess for no reason, and it is very unsettling. Those men, even if they were heinous, Han Yiming didn't want them to die like this at the hands of the Pingbo Dao people. They are all poor and miserable, and although they have done many evils, they are also forced by circumstances. So many lives were lost at the hands of the Pingbo Dao people, that was not his immeasurable merit, but his heinous sin.

After a while, the Pingbo Dao people jumped out of the forest and jumped to Han Yiming's side. Han Yiming saw that there was a thin black line on the spade sword he was holding in his hand, dragging it straight down. A smell of blood rushed to his face, it was a blood line, bleeding downward, Han Yiming's heart was even more cold, and he looked at him blankly.

Pingbo Daoren didn't put away his sword, and smiled at him: "Little friend, I have finished everything you haven't done, how can you thank me? I don't know what Qin Wufang's stupid old thing taught you? When such a person sees one and kills another, it is the truth!" he raised his sword as he spoke, and the black line did not break off, but bent twice in the air and hung down on the tip of the sword. As soon as he raised it, Han Yiming saw clearly that it was not the blood line dripping from the black wood sword, but the black wood sword sucking up all the blood on the ground. Perhaps because of the flying in the air, the blood line became a long one, from the bottom up, and fell to the sword.

Seeing this, Han Yiming became more and more speechless. Pingbo Daoren smiled: "Okay, no one can disturb us now, how about we have a good talk?" You seem to have some prejudices against me, because every time we meet, there is some misunderstanding. My disciples who have not attained the level of achievement, please do not move. Now that the two of us are here, no one knows, and we can finally talk well. Hehe. ”

With a smug smile on his face, he took a step closer and said, "Why don't you help me bring a few Mu Zhi to thank me for saving you?" Han Yiming squeezed out two words from his throat for a while: "Don't think!" Ping Bo Daoren's face sank and said: "Little friend, do you think I don't know, you have long lost the ability to attract Mu Zhi." That's why I have allowed you to be free to this day. Otherwise, you would have been in my pocket long ago. I'm going to take you as easily as I get it. Hmph, there is more than enough success and more than failure! You have ruined the good deeds of the Dao Master, how can I give up with you?"

Han Yiming knew that something was wrong, at this moment he couldn't even recite the sword trick in his heart, and his left hand was completely unconscious, where could he escape? Only his eyes could still roll around, and he couldn't help but look around. I only heard Pingbo Daoren laugh and said: "Children, don't look at it, we are all standing in a place where others can't see." I've sealed the five tones outside, and I've cut off my sight. No one can see you and me, and we can't see anyone else. It's finally time to talk. By the way, I forgot to tell you, it's called a roundabout. You can't see through your voice or your appearance, and you'll come back in a whirlwind. In the middle of it, your spell can no longer be cast, so you don't have to think about escaping, where can you escape?" He smirked.

With his words, Han Yiming only felt that there was a dimness in front of him, the starry sky was originally bright, and the wind moved the trees were slightly gone, not only was there no trace, but there was no sound at all. He and the people of Pingbo Dao were like in a void, and there was nothing around them, except for the line of blood that surged towards the tip of the spade sword. And the cold on his body has slowly eased after all these times, and even the top of his head is not so painful. Looking at the Pingbo Dao people, I saw the Pingbo Dao people with a pale face, and said with a smile: "Little friend, this roundabout, but since I left your teacher, it has been carefully arranged, what's the matter, can you taste it?"

Han Yiming stood quietly for a while, and gradually felt that his mind was clear, and he wanted to recite the sword technique silently, so he read a word, and felt a fluctuation in front of him, and after reading the four words, the faces of the people in front of him had already surged, like water waves, like a wave, but the Ming Yuan Sword under his feet did not move at all, and even the light disappeared. The face of the Pingbo Dao man was distorted and surging for a while, and then returned to his usual appearance, and he only laughed and said, "What, don't you believe it? Han Yiming was not discouraged, and read it a few more times, every time it was like this, knowing that he was planning in his heart, waiting for this moment, this roundabout was really seamless.

His mind was no longer as sluggish as before, and the pain on his forehead and shoulders became clear again, and he blurted out: "Yes, you are hiding behind me and plotting against me!" I really don't see anything different from others about you? What is your great talent? I have done this maneuver, and I still use it to plot against you? This is the secret of my master's sect, and even if your master comes, he will not be able to solve my maneuver!"

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