Han Yiming didn't look back, and flew forward. The smallpox Taoist followed, and at this point he didn't worry about anything. Lingshan collapsed, there is no one to support this kid's waist anymore, he lost an eye, he can't be cultivated no matter how much he cultivates, he hates Han Yiming to the bone, he must be caught in his hand to relieve the hatred in his heart. Han Yiming also knew that he hated himself to death, and his head flew forward. Suddenly, there was a shadow in the sky, Han Yiming's eyes were sharp, and he felt that there were enough shadows over there, and he didn't know if the Pingbo Dao people were chasing after him, so he stopped moving forward. looked at the smallpox Daoist chasing behind, but did not make a sound, turned around, and still ran ahead.

As soon as he turned around, the smallpox Daoist also looked at it intently. There seemed to be a figure in front of him, but he was still far away, and when he saw Han Yiming turn his head and run, he followed him, but he couldn't help but sneer: "My helper is here, see where you are going?" Han Yiming didn't know if it was his helper, but at this time, the grass and trees were all soldiers, not to mention the shadows, it was better to avoid them earlier! As soon as the smallpox Daoist stretched out his hand, his fingers tightened, and Han Yiming felt that his right arm was tight, and he was held by the other party.

The smallpox Taoist sneered: "You still can't escape from my palm in the end, and now that I take you, no one will say anything about me." Your spiritual mountain is gone, you are just a lost dog! Whoever gets it is whose luck. Hmph, God has eyes, you have to go with me this time. Han Yiming's right hand couldn't move, his fingers loosened, his left hand grabbed the hilt of Mingyuan's sword, and shouted: "Let go!" The smallpox Taoist sneered: "Just with your cultivation of less than two years, do you want to compete with me, in the next life." Han Yiming said coldly: "You don't want to take me." As he spoke, he slashed the Ming Xie Yuan Sword with his left hand at the smallpox Daoist!

He is used to holding the Ming Yuan Sword in his right hand, and he feels that it is very suitable for the weight and length of it, and at this time, he can afford to hold it with his left hand, but it is clumsy. But because of this clumsiness, the smallpox Daoist dodged away, his fingers tightened again, Han Yiming's right half of his body was numb, the smallpox Daoist grabbed it with his other hand, and Han Yiming's left hand was also numb and couldn't move. The smallpox Taoist sneered: "You really toast and don't eat and drink! I originally wanted you to practice with me, and it would be beneficial for both of us, but you don't want to." Now I can't care about this much, just leave your cultivation to me!" Han Yiming remembered what Senior Brother Lu said to him for a while, and couldn't help but say, "Mi Dao people!"

The smallpox Daoist smiled and said, "Do you know my nickname too? You are right, I am a Midao person! And you are now my rice." Even if I eat you, no one will know!" As he spoke, his other hand grabbed Han Yiming's head! Han Yiming knew that he had evil thoughts about himself, but his cultivation was indeed much higher than his own, if he started first, he was afraid that he would be able to support it for a while, but he was a little late, and it would be difficult to win, and he saw that his fingers had been pressed on the top of his head.

Suddenly, a light breeze blew from nowhere, Han Yiming only felt that the breeze was not in a hurry, but like a hand, on his right hand, his right hand suddenly seemed to come to life, the blood was through, and there was no sense of numbness, and immediately his fingers moved, and his heart quickly rolled the sword trick of chasing the wind in his heart, and as soon as the sword of Mingyuan lit up, a sword light went towards the smallpox Daoist. The Smallpox Daoist was taken aback, although the two were extremely close, he was also fast enough, and as soon as he let go of his hand, he dodged to avoid this sword light. He was not hit by this sword light, but Han Yiming had already struggled out of his hands!

Han Yiming no longer hesitated at this time, holding the hilt of the sword in his right hand, and slashed towards the smallpox Daoist with a sword. He used the slash at this time, and he slashed when he raised his sword. When he slashed the Spirit Mountain with his sword, he always remembered the situation of the mountain breaking the stone very clearly, so when he lifted the sword, it was a fierce slash! The Smallpox Daoist didn't know how he could generate the strength to break free from his grasp. But he was a treacherous man, looked around, saw no figure, and sneered: "Do you have your life-saving straw?" Don't say that there is no life-saving straw, even if there is this straw, it is just a straw, what can it do?" As he spoke, his hands changed a few gestures in a row, and Han Yiming didn't care about him, just a sword slashed at him.

Ming Yuan's sword flickered with light, and Han Yiming used all his strength to slash each sword. But the smallpox Taoist is like a paper man in the wind, sometimes far and sometimes near, up and down, he can't split anything. The smallpox Taoist sneered: "Let you see, what is called the Tianluo Net!" Han Yiming sneered: "You are just a broken fishing net, what is the Tianluo Net?" These words really hit the hearts of the smallpox Daoists, the smallpox Daoist was furious, pointed his finger at the sky, and the sword on his back shot out, turning into thousands of swords in the blink of an eye, and slashed at Han Yiming.

Han Yiming didn't expect this evil Taoist to attack himself like this, but he was not afraid, he had reached this step, what was the use of being afraid, he just concentrated on swinging the sword in his hand without leaking, and smashed the sword in front of him one by one. I don't know what the sword of the smallpox Daoist is forged from, but Han Yiming doesn't care what his sword is made of, anyway, if his sword is split in front of him, it will definitely be smashed by the sword of Mingyuan. I don't know how he changed, every sword of his sword seems to be real, not a phantom, Han Yiming's sword is also the contact of the sword that he flies endlessly, and there is indeed a feeling of blades intersecting in his hands. It's just that his sword can't be compared to the sword of Narubuchi, so it shatters at the touch of a button. Han Yiming suddenly became ruthless, and said in his heart: "As long as you are conjudiced, I will see how much you can conjure!" It's just that this gives the smallpox Taoist a chance to breathe, if he really wants to be unfavorable to himself, he can't free his hand, and he will be controlled by others. Suddenly, a voice said in his heart: "Inextricably linked!" Han Yiming didn't have time to think about it, so he went through these four words in his heart, and suddenly Mingyuan's sword shone brightly, and the sword instantly turned into countless Dao Ming lights, all of which came out from the hilt of the sword, and smashed the sword thrown by the smallpox Daoist! The Tianhua Daoist didn't expect this kid to really surprise him, Han Yiming had already rushed forward with a sword, his sword was brilliant and violent! The Tianhua Daoist saw that the situation was not good, and threw down a sentence: "You wait!" turned around and fled!

Han Yiming didn't take steps to catch up, he didn't want to go far, he just wanted to send this evil Taoist away. Seeing him go, I breathed a sigh of relief. The voice in Shicai's heart seems to be the voice of the master, is it passed on by the master to himself?

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It's really cold today, and it's the warmest in the bed!