Xu Ziwei didn't say a word, but he was really not slow at the bottom of his hand, one move after another, slashing this swirling space full of blood and sword shadows, his sword had his blood on it, and there was blood light in the aura. In the light of the tiger and tiger sword, Pingbo's body is shining, and the spade sword is like a black light around Pingbo's body, which is extremely weird, always appearing in unexpected directions, and it is not fast, the seven-ring treasure mirror is not as rotating as before the colorless and phaseless treasure mirror, but the characters on the mirror are projected one by one, flashing in the whirlpool. Every sword light Xu Ziwei was stopped by the spade sword. Because of this, Pingbo's maneuver was interrupted by Xu Ziwei, Xu Ziwei was entangled with life, and Pingbo really couldn't ignore it.

Ping Bo couldn't spare his hand for a while, thinking that this Xu Ziwei would not be able to support it after just a few moves, but he supported it with one move, and was entangled by Xu Ziwei, and said angrily: "You are really tired of being alive! Okay, Lao Tzu will fulfill you!" Xu Ziwei was still silent, the long sword in his right hand was slowly withdrawn, and his left hand held the blade, wiped it hard, waved the long sword, and fought fiercely with Pingbo's peach sword light. Han Yiming suddenly found that there were many small red dots floating in the whirlpool, and even on the side of his light curtain, there were countless small dots. After looking at it, I finally knew where this little dot came from, and the blood on Xu Ziwei's long sword sprinkled in the air, and it floated into this small red dot.

Wouldn't he want to drain all the blood on his body? Han Yiming was stunned for a moment, in this way, as long as Ping Bo waited for his blood to run out, he would win! In the blink of an eye, he saw that on the sword that Xu Ziwei waved, not only a small blood spot, but also a little silver light! Ping Bo became fierce, Xu Ziwei fell a little down, Ping Bo had already cut a few sword lights on him, but Xu Ziwei was also ruthless, as if he hadn't hit himself, and he was ruthless at Ping Bo.

He is also quite ruthless at the bottom of his hands, as Ping Bo said, he stimulated all his spiritual power, ruthless to the extreme, and didn't care about the sword light that Ping Bo hit in front of him, only the one that hit the head and chest would be blocked by him, and nothing else was protected, so he let the sword light hit directly on his body. Every sword light he used was aimed at Ping Bo's head and chest, and Ping Bo really couldn't be unguarded. Xu Ziwei used martial arts cultivation at this time, and his moves were far more ruthless than ordinary spells, and Pingbo really had to block it. But Pingbo is not an ordinary character, concentrating on fighting with Xu Ziwei for more than 20 moves, seeing that Xu Ziwei is already a little weak, he shouted, and held a spell in his right hand, the seven-ring treasure mirror floated out from behind him, the mirror light was like water, and a cold light had hit Xu Ziwei's chest! Han Yiming was behind Xu Ziwei, and he couldn't see how Pingbo hit him. only heard Xu Ziwei scream, and the whole person instantly turned into nothing.

Ping Bo sneered: "Fight with me, you can't practice for another eight hundred years!" Han Yiming saw Xu Ziwei turn into nothing, his heart suddenly couldn't bear it, in the silver light and blood beads in the sky, his heart was hot until the palm of his hand, Han Yiming shouted, the fingers of his right hand tightened, the cold light of the Qingshuang Sword exploded, the ice clusters were clustered, and the Dao sword light shuttled in the blood beads and silver light. Han Yiming didn't know where he got his strength, he jumped up, raised his sword high, pressed all his strength on the hilt of the sword, and slashed straight down at Pingbo's head and face!

Immediately, the ears were full of the sharp whistling sound of the sword blade, Pingbo's sword light was all swept away, the blade of the Qingshuang Sword surrounded the Dao Dao Qingqi, Pingbo was taken aback, the spade sword was lifted and blocked, the Qingshuang sword and the spanine sword touched, it was forced to break into pieces, this is Pingbo's sharp weapon, and it was gone at once! The seven-ring treasure mirror shone at Han Yiming, Han Yiming ignored it, pressed on the sword with all his strength, and slashed straight at Pingbo! Pingbo was shocked, where did he dare to stay in place, the ghostly figure disappeared in an instant, and flashed to the side. Han Yiming followed the sword momentum of the Qingshuang Sword and pounced down! The Qingshuang Sword in his hand slashed fiercely on Pingbo's whirlwind, and in the blink of an eye, there was a loud "snap", the whirlpool disappeared, and the blue sky and blue sea appeared one by one!

After Ping Bo was shocked, the roundabout was broken, and he was instantly furious! Han Yiming's move was not to accept it if he wanted to, but still slashed straight down. I only heard Pingbo shouting behind him, a sharp pain in his vest, turning around, Pingbo's eyes widened, his face was full of anger, he held the gesture of hitting Xu Ziwei in his right hand, and the light of the seven-ring treasure mirror flickered, and it was spinning around him. Han Yiming knew that he had broken his roundabout, and in his anger, he made a move to darken himself. It's just that I don't know what kind of trick Pingbo is, hitting his body, Han Yiming only felt that his whole body was in pain, and the pain spread from his vest, and in a blink of an eye, it had spread to his hands and feet. Pingbo's move can beat Xu Ziwei to the point of annihilation, then this move is naturally a powerful killer, and when it hits Han Yiming, it is naturally very ruthless. Han Yiming quickly lost consciousness in his hand, and he couldn't even hold the Qingshuang Sword, let alone fight back. Originally, when he used a thousand slashes, all his strength would be used up, but at this time, he was hit by Pingbo's plot, and his whole body strength was scattered, so he spread his hands and feet, and watched Pingbo's right hand rise, and then held the spell, and pointed at his chest, and a cold light came to his face! When he held the spell, the seven-ring treasure mirror rotating around him also turned to face Han Yiming, and the characters on the mirror flashed, and a spiritual light followed the cold light!

Han Yiming looked at Ping Bo coldly, at this time, he had already put life and death out of the way, and he just wanted to see what Ping Bo could do to him! Seeing that he wanted to take his own life, the only thing he thought in his heart was to hope that his god would be destroyed earlier, and that he would not be left with a little bit by him in some vicious way, and then take it to the same door in Lingshan Mountain. Suddenly, there was a movement in his chest, and the colorless and phaseless treasure mirror came out through his clothes, emitting a faint halo, blocking in front of him, and in a blink of an eye, he had covered himself, and Pingbo's cold light hit the treasure mirror directly, and there was no trace. Ping Bo's move failed, his expression changed, and he looked around, Han Yiming remembered that Ping Bo couldn't see the colorless and phaseless treasure mirror. His killer trick hit him in front of him, and it disappeared silently, and he must have thought that someone had come to his aid.

Pingbo looked around at no one, turned to Han Yiming and glanced at him fiercely, and then hit with a spell, his spell hit in front of the colorless and phaseless treasure mirror, and disappeared without a trace, Han Yiming's vest was in pain, his hands and feet were paralyzed, he couldn't fight against it, he couldn't dodge, it was all blocked by the treasure mirror. Ping Bo didn't give up, and even after using more than a dozen spells, he couldn't hit Han Yiming's side, so he became more and more annoyed, and turned to look at He Sansi. Only then did Han Yiming take the time to go and see He Sansi.

Several disciples of Pingbo over there chased directly behind He Sansi, He Sansi's figure was fluttering, no matter what moves they used, they just couldn't hit He Sansi, He Sansi didn't know what spells he used, the whole person was as flat as a piece of paper, Pingbomen's spells, either they missed or passed by him, he was blowing lightly with the wind, they just couldn't hit him. Some of the spells were close together, struck past him, and rubbed him farther away. The people of Pingbomen also used their strength, but He Sansi's spells were too weird, he was just a piece of white paper fluttering in the wind, fluttering, so that their unpredictable and vicious spells were empty.