After another moment, the Ming Yuan Sword was already bright and transparent, Han Yiming was a little farther away, and saw that the Ming Yuan Sword was as clear as a jewel, and the bright color and Yin Yun halo behind the sword could be seen through the sword body. At this time, the people of Pingbodao had covered their left hand in front of their eyes to resist the all-pervasive luster. And the Ming Yuan Sword was still like a raging flame, getting brighter and brighter, and even the surrounding halo slowly expanded, filling the whirlwind of the Pingbo Dao people.

Suddenly, a ray of light pierced through the halo and pierced the sky. The maneuver of the Pingbodao people has come to naught in silence. Stars appeared in the dark sky, and even the layers of trees in the dark night, with knives and axes, appeared beneath their feet. The roundabout disappeared suddenly, and Han Yiming was stunned for a moment, overjoyed.

The Pingbo Dao people had long since disappeared, Han Yiming felt that his body was falling down, and before he could lower his head, there was a cracking sound of "crackling" under his feet, and a branch pulled his legs hard, and he had fallen into the bushes. It fell too fast and crushed countless branches. Some of the branches were not so thick, they were all crushed by the momentum of his fall, Han Yiming didn't care about the pain in his body, and he had already silently recited the sword technique in his heart. Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the small package, two feet away from him, also falling to the ground. This little baby fell from the sky, and it was strange if he didn't fall to his death! Before he could think about it, he wrapped his left finger around his middle finger and pointed at the package, and a golden light flashed in front of his eyes and flew towards the package.

With a "snap", Han Yiming's vest fell to the ground, and his head and limbs also slammed on the ground, making his eyes dark, his whole body was in severe pain, and even his internal organs hurt, his throat was fishy and sweet, and he spit out a mouthful of blood, thinking that he had fallen. Then another thing fell on him, Han Yiming's eyes were dark for a while, and then he slowly became clear, first heard the cry of "quack", and barely struggled to straighten his upper body, only to see that what fell on him was the little package, the little baby was closing his eyes, opening his mouth and crying. All of a sudden, his whole body relaxed, he exhaled, where could he still hold it, he fell backwards, fell to the ground and fainted.

Not long after, Han Yiming opened his eyes, only to hear the little baby still lying on top of him, screaming loudly, and it didn't seem to be injured. It's just that it's still dark in front of me, and it's moving. It's okay not to move, but when you move, your body hurts. Han Yiming looked around, he had long since disappeared from the figure of the Pingbo Dao people, and the worries in his heart were slightly relaxed. Lying on the ground for a while, struggling to get up, as soon as he sat up, he felt a fishy smell in his throat, and couldn't help but bend down and spit out a mouthful of blood. He fell from a great height and asked Ming Yuan Sword to pick up the little baby, but he fell and vomited blood. If it weren't for those broken branches, he would have broken his spine, if not to his death.

Fortunately, he was young, and although he didn't fall lightly, he didn't have to worry about his life. It's just that for a while, he couldn't stand up, sat on the ground for a while, held the little baby in his arms, only to see him put his fingers to his mouth to eat, still energetic and couldn't stop screaming, very cute, and looked up and down again, the wrapped swaddling clothes were not broken, obviously not injured. Gritting his teeth and holding the little baby to his feet, he barely stood up, but saw that the sword of Narubuchi fell not far from him. At this time, I saw the sword of Narubuchi again, and my heart was indescribably steady and stable.

Suddenly, the sky in the woods lit up, and two bright lights flew towards him from different directions. Han Yiming was first conspired by the Pingbo Dao people, and was taken aback, and was about to recite the sword technique. Two figures had descended from the sky and landed in front of him. Both of them are dressed in plain clothes and carrying long swords, which are Sima Lingyi and Du Qingfeng.

As soon as Sima Lingyi landed, he quickly walked over, helped him and said, "Little junior brother, what's wrong with you? Are you hurt?" looked at the swaddling clothes in his hand, and sighed: "Fortunately, you found it!" Du Qingfeng said: "We have been looking for a long time, and first we saw the guide charm leading the way, and then the guide charm jumped around, leading us to run around. Even the uncles are in a hurry, and we all think it's hard to say that we can't find it. And you, the guide charm is in a mess, everyone runs with it, and runs to a place, only you are not there, Uncle Shi said that you are the youngest, you have no experience, if you encounter any accidents, you don't know how to deal with it. Why do you want to be alone, not following us? You can follow any of them, as long as you don't run away alone!" He was slightly reproachful, but his concern was from the heart.

One sentence reminded Han Yiming that what he was most afraid of at this time was that the Pingbo Dao people turned back, and he had already seen the methods of the Pingbo Dao people. I knew he was right. If it weren't for the Ming Yuan Sword, he would have been locked up in that whirlwind that no one knew about forever. I was too busy to say anything else to the senior brothers, so I said first: "Senior brother, let's go, let's go back first!"

Sima Lingyi said: "Okay." Why are you hurt? Can't you resist Edgeworth? You follow me. As he spoke, he looked around, picked up the sword of Ming Yuan, and handed it to him. Picked up the little baby and handed it to Du Qingfeng, summoned the golden green sword, grabbed Han Yiming's arm, and led him to the ground.

Standing behind Sima Lingyi, Han Yiming still felt that there was no pain in his back, abdomen, waist, and shoulders, and even bending down to stand behind his senior brother needed to use all his strength to stand. Sima Lingyi held the golden blue sword and flew faster than him. Moreover, Sima Lingyi's hundreds of years of cultivation have become more and more flexible when he flies, and he does not fly very high, and the night wind blowing in his face is not cold, but it still blows Han Yiming can't open his eyes. He turned around, but Du Qingfeng behind him was flying extremely smoothly, holding the little baby, and always following them only two feet behind. Du Qingfeng held the baby in one hand, and the sleeve of the other hand covered the baby's face.

But after a while, he saw a little fire in front of him, and Sima Lingyi flew straight down, only to see that the dilapidated village was already in front of him. Han Yiming had already seen two points of white light flying from afar into the village, and the little baby had returned here. There was no more concern in my heart, my eyes were dark, my feet were soft, and my body fell.

When he opened his eyes again, it was already the afternoon of the next day. When he opened his eyes, his whole body ached, as if his bones were about to fall apart. Even moving your fingers requires the strength of your whole body. When I opened my eyes, I saw the roof of a wooden house, the rough bark, and the marks of cutting branches and leaves, all clearly. I only heard people walking around the house, and when I listened carefully, the footsteps were chaotic, and some people were talking, but I couldn't understand what they were saying. I want to talk about the local dialect of this place, but I can't understand it.

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