Han Yiming's mind was unprecedented at this time, and he said: "If you get out of this roundabout, my sword will no longer listen to your call, and when the time comes, you will still get nothing!" Pingbo Daoren laughed and said, "Really?" He fixed his body again, turned his head, looked him up and down a few times, and said: "You are also a little clever, not stupid to the end, there is no cure! Your words want to make me impress you, but it is useless, it is also the end of the force, just bluff!" He glanced at the Mingyuan Sword in his hand and said, "If I can make this whirlwind, I can also make other whirlwinds, you just have to rest assured, the Mingyuan Sword at the head of the hundred swords of Lingshan, I will collect it well!" He casually said the name of the Mingyuan Sword, and when he heard it in Han Yiming's ears, it was like a thunderclap, and his three souls and seven spirits were blown apart.

Pingbo Daoren smiled disdainfully: "You Lingshan Sect, is there anything different? You haven't seen Lingkong, but I've seen it more than once." My dealings with him have been extraordinary. Others don't know the head of the hundred swords of Lingshan, but I do. It's hard for you to think that you are superior, it's really a big joke!" glanced at Han Yiming and said, "However, you have said what is in my heart." Children, full of hatred, will not be happy. What do you want for such a long time?" his eyes glanced at Han Yiming and said, "It's okay to think about anything, or forget what we said in this roundabout." Keep it in your heart, and it will only increase your troubles. It's better to be happy to stay here than to be angry. You don't remember, it's good for me, isn't it? There is no hatred, where do you want to go out? This is a wonderful place!" After saying that, he suddenly stretched out his hand and nodded three times at Han Yiming's heart, and each time Han Yiming felt as if he had been beaten hard. He reached out and tapped three points on Han Yiming's temple, and Han Yiming's heart moved, as if something had been pulled out of his body by him. Seeing that his hand was withdrawn from his temple, and he wanted to resist but felt very tired, his mind became confused, and even his eyelids were extremely heavy, and he watched him turn around and walk out from the gap in his eyes.

Suddenly, a baby's cry came, and both of them were stunned, and Pingbodao frowned, and his five fingers clasped one of the corners of the brocade package, and shook the package away. I saw the little baby floating in the air, he had woken up, I don't know if he was hungry, or what, although his eyes were closed, his little hands and feet were writhing together, crying loudly. Pingbo Daoren showed a look of disgust on his face, looked at the little baby for a moment, and said coldly: "I wanted to take you to the land of eternal life and experience that extraordinary encounter, but you didn't want to, then it's no wonder that I!"

The baby's cry was sharp and piercing, Han Yiming suddenly came to his senses, he was hit by the spell of the Pingbo Daoren, although he didn't remember what the Pingbo Daoist said, but the little baby still remembered it clearly, and was shocked, and said, "You, what are you going to do?" The Pingbo Daoren turned a deaf ear and raised his sword. Han Yiming broke out in a cold sweat, but he couldn't move, and he couldn't care about anything else at this time. It's just that in his heart, he recited and recited the sword technique of the sword and the sword of chasing the wind in his heart, and the scene in front of him fluctuated, and the faster he read it, the faster the scene fluctuated. Han Yiming even felt that the fluctuation had spread to him, and even he couldn't help but tremble. Waves of surging rushed straight to his heart, and he had nowhere to focus or exert his strength. You can only let these fluctuations push yourself around.

It's just that when he arrives at this moment, where does he care about this, even if he trembles and spreads his whole body, he has to read it. The whole body trembled, and in the ups and downs of the scene in front of him, he saw that the Pingbo Dao people lifted the Ming Yuan Sword and slashed at the little baby.

Suddenly, a bright luster came out from the body of the sword of Mingyuan, and the hand of the Pingbo Dao man froze in the air, unable to cut it down or take it back. Han Yiming's heart had already fallen to the bottom, and he still firmly remembered in his heart that he wanted to save the little baby back, and he refused to stop there, so he recited the sword trick again and again. Seeing that the Pingbo Dao people stopped their hands, they were stunned for a moment, and they recited the two formulas in their hearts faster and faster. The Mingyuan Sword has a luster, most of them are the precursors of the attack, Han Yiming does not matter whether it is the Mingyuan Sword triggered by the Pingbo Dao people or which mantra of his own is triggered, in short, he is currently the first to save his life, so that he can try to do anything else!

The luster of the Ming Yuan Sword was different from the previous time, this time it was like a bright light, shining brightly and radiantly. Shot into the human eye, stabbing his eyes so dark that he was almost blind. Han Yiming didn't care about it, narrowed his eyes, and looked at the dazzling place that people couldn't see clearly, and only recited the two mantras in his heart, at this time he was determined to win, although he could no longer remember what Pingbo Dao Shicai had said, but he knew that if he couldn't summon the Mingyuan Sword back, the little baby was afraid that he wouldn't be able to save it. What a sad and disappointed parents of that little baby would be. Han Yiming always felt that the little baby was just like he used to be. Now I have all the strength I have, and I will do everything in my power to keep him safe.

With a swing of his sword, the Pingbo Daoist was about to cut the little baby in two. Unexpectedly, on the top of the Mingyuan sword, there was a sudden stream of light that made the sun and the moon lose color, and I couldn't help but be stunned and overjoyed. He only thought that the sword of Ming Yuan recognized him as the master, and he was very happy in his heart, and he wanted to withdraw his hand, but he couldn't take it back. There seemed to be a great gravitational pull on the hilt of the sword, which attached his hand tightly to the hilt, and there seemed to be a tremendous force on the sword body that was about to break out of his grasp. After a stalemate, the people of Pingbo Dao were shocked, the sword recognized the master, and they were all allowed to be retracted by the master, and at the moment, it seemed too far-fetched to say that the sword recognized the master. He didn't know how this would happen, but he knew that as soon as the sword was out of his hand, he would no longer listen to his own command, and he didn't know what the situation would be. He was even more afraid that this sword would get out of his hand and fly back to Han Yiming's side, so that the kid who had no power to fight back would add infinite strength, and what accidents would happen at that time, but he couldn't imagine!

How was he willing to give up the Ming Yuan Sword, the head of the hundred swords of Lingshan, he knew very well in his heart how powerful this sword was. His knowledge of this sword was far beyond Han Yiming's imagination. His fingers gripped the hilt of the sword tightly, and with all his strength, he dragged the sword towards him. But it couldn't be dragged, and the hilt of the sword became hotter and hotter, so hot that the muscles on Pingbodao's face were "pounding" and jumping. He had also recited the Edgeworth Technique countless times in his heart, hoping to take it for himself.

After a stalemate, sweat was already oozing from Pingbodao's forehead, and he raised his eyes to look at Han Yiming in his busy schedule. Han Yiming was in the middle of the whirlwind, his body fluctuated with bursts, and his body couldn't help shaking, shaking so much that he even knocked out his teeth, but fortunately, he recited the sword technique silently in his heart, if he needed to read it out of his mouth, he would have read it intermittently and didn't know what to do-

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