Huang Jingxuan held the Wind Splitting Sword in his right hand, and his left hand first drew a circle in the air, and then buckled it on the sword body, pointed outward, and a light golden luster came out of the sword body, flying forward, but only flew out about a zhang, and then made a circle in place. Huang Jingxuan's left hand kept buckling from the Wind Splitting Sword, bouncing outward, a little bit of golden light flickering, and they all flew forward, following behind the first bit of golden light, and kept making circles.

At the beginning, every time he buckled the sword, a golden light popped out, and it popped out casually, and that bit of golden light followed the previous golden light in a circle. Later, when he flicked it casually, it was already countless small points of golden light, and he followed it, following those large golden lights, like the long tail of a beautiful comet, more and more golden light gathered over, and the long tail became more and more dazzling. Although it was daytime, Mahari Maha came with darkness, it was no longer sunny, but it was not a dark night. But the little golden light that Huang Jingxuan casually popped out was dazzling and visible, and the golden light gathered more, a strange brightness, and even the gloom around was illuminated a lot.

Maha was still unhurried towards them, and as the black under his feet spread, a smell of burnt food rushed straight to everyone's noses, and in the blink of an eye, everyone felt that their surroundings were hot, and the original damp and hot suddenly became dry and hot. Han Yiming looked left and right, and all the senior brothers were on their own guard, no longer standing on the sword, but floating in the air with a long sword in their hand. Each long sword is flashing with sword light, and it is ready to go!

Suddenly, Sima Lingyi flew to his side and said to him: "Senior brother, quickly change to a sword in hand! Hit the hilt of the sword with the corresponding fingers, and the sword of Shadow Chasing the Wind can also make it handy! If he is not good for you, you can also swing the sword to resist!"

Han Yiming began to learn the sword with his hand, and at this time he was calm, and when he saw that Maha had not yet come, he flew to the ground first, changed to holding a sword, and then flew into the air. At this time, he had been flying for many days, and he was no longer in the same panic as he had been on the day. But as soon as he approached the ground, he felt that it was like a huge furnace, and it made his whole body hot and his mouth dry. Flying into the air, this is breathless.

Zhao Haoyang was on the side, but he was staring and not moving, and he didn't seem to be able to turn a blind eye to the Maha Puriya. He closed his eyes, held the sword of blue water in front of his chest with his right hand, and rested the two fingers of his left hand on the upright sword, the tip of which pointed straight up along the center of his eyebrows. The blue light on the sword body jumped, from the head of the sword to the tip of the sword, back and forth, and the cycle was endless.

Maha came nearer and suddenly looked up. His right eye is still as clear as water, as charming as ever, but his left eye is already blood-red! There is a little blue fire flashing in his pupils, and a little blue fire flashing in his eyes, which is already demonic. And the blue fire flashing in the blue-gray skin and blood-red eyes is even more delicate.

He glanced upwards, and suddenly opened his mouth, and a mouthful of black flame spewed upward. Black flames erupted from his mouth, and everyone in the air felt a hot breath rushing to their faces, and their faces seemed to be burned. Except for Huang Jingxuan and Zhao Haoyang, everyone looked at each other, only to see that everyone had curly hair and dry skin. As soon as he spit out a mouthful of black flame, everyone was scorched by this black flame, and they couldn't help but look at each other in horror.

He spat out a mouthful of black flames, the corners of his mouth turned downward, quite contemptuous, and he opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of black flames upwards. This mouthful of black flame spat out much more violently than the previous black flame, and when they saw him open his mouth, everyone already felt a wave of scorching heat rush to the front, and each of them had some spirit and dealt with it carefully. I saw a cloud of black flames rushing out from the depths of his throat, with a deep purple red in the black, spreading out towards everyone.

In this black flame, countless bright red flames rose, and a woman's mournful call broke through the flames and jumped into everyone's ears first, although Han Yiming had heard this creepy call in his dream, he still felt that there was a flower in front of him, and the sound of "boom" in his brain seemed to be empty, only the woman's mournful call sign turned in his empty mind. This cry seemed to be endless, getting sharper and sharper, and the voice cut Han Yiming's thoughts into pieces, and even his body couldn't stop shaking in the midst of this call. It seemed that this voice grabbed some part of his body, and grinded it so hard that his muscles and bones were so weak that he couldn't even lift his hands, and after a while, the whole head began to ache faintly.

Han Yiming clenched his teeth, and his right hand tightly grasped the hilt of Ming Yuan's sword, for fear that as soon as he relaxed, the sword would fall off. It's just that he has a splitting headache, and his whole body is overturned, and he is still floating in the air, but it is difficult to support. It was as if the cry was like a big hand, burrowing into his body, stirring in it, making him nauseous and vomiting, and his body was weak.

He was ashamed of his weakness, and his left hand was clenched into a fist, and he bit his lip fiercely. This bite was very heavy, the blood did not stop, and under the severe pain, he woke up slightly, and the several senior brothers around him, except for Sima Lingyi, were also shaky. Suddenly, I saw that not far away, Pingbo Daoist was sitting in the air, holding his black wooden sword in his arms, closing his eyes and concentrating, ignoring the surroundings. His disciples are also staggered and overwhelmed.

Han Yiming didn't have much experience in dealing with the enemy, but if he was a master and uncle, he wouldn't make a move, so he just gritted his teeth and endured. I saw that the closed black flame came very slowly, and it seemed to be very dignified, without the speed and speed of the previous flame. But every time the black flame pushes further, everyone feels that their breathing is uncomfortable, it seems that the heat brought by the black flame not only roasts all around, but also includes everyone's breathing, and everyone has a dry nose not to say, but every breath is very laborious, and what is inhaled into the nose is no longer breath, but flame!

Seeing that black flame is getting closer and closer, everyone is already barely supporting, I don't know what the black flame will look like when it pounces in front of him! Suddenly, I saw Zhao Haoyang suddenly open his eyes, there was no pupil in his eyes, all of them were turquoise water waves, and the water waves in his eyes reflected on the pale green sword body of the blue water sword, and even the sword body was shining with scales!

Suddenly, Zhao Haoyang's left hand turned forward, and the blue water sword had turned over, and the tip of the sword was outward. Zhao Haoyang pinched a sword trick in his left hand and pressed it on the sword, and he also waved it outward like Huang Jingxuan, and the blue light of the Dao Dao came out from the top of the blue water sword, Zhao Haoyang's long sword shook, and the sword slashed down from top to bottom!

A long sharp cyan sword light, with a pale cyan wave, rushed towards the black flame. This sword light was very sharp, and even Han Yiming and the others stood farther away, and they felt a coolness whistling along with the blue light, and the pressing heat around them actually subsided slightly. The blue light and the black flame split face, and the blue light slashed into the black flame like lightning, and disappeared without a trace after a while!

How they will face the Mahari Maha, please pay attention to tomorrow's content. Thank you very much for your support, thank you very much.