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Pingbo's eyes disappeared after a moment, but after a while, they reappeared in the same place. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

As soon as he moved here, Xingchen had already said, "Don't come over, boss." I will definitely be able to cut down this sacred tree, and only I can cut this sacred tree now, and it is useless for the head to come over. Moreover, Pingbo is waiting around the side, and the spiritual power of the head must be left until Pingbo appears. As he spoke, the short sword in his hand slashed heavily with the sword shadow on the divine tree, Han Yiming was stunned for a moment, and did not get closer. Yes, he can see it, and he can see it too. Although he was cutting down the sacred tree, how could Pingbo's actions escape his eyes? When he appeared, I had no spiritual power, and I had to rely on the support of the master. If the head of the sect also uses spiritual power on the Divine Tree, we will all be defeated by Pingbo. If you are defeated by his hands, you will be suppressed by the three souls by casting spells, and not only will you not be able to escape, but you will not even be able to reincarnate. When the divine wood is fell, it is when I am exhausted, and the head must be careful not to fall into his way. ”

Han Yiming was very surprised, Ping Bo still has such a skill? Instantly remembered the deer king he saw in the secret house in front of the main hall of Wanxuan Guan that year, and knew that what Xingchen said was good, so he said: Sit down and calm down. Xingchen's movements became slower and slower, and the short sword in his hand dragged countless sword shadows, and it seemed that it was extremely difficult to move. But he still raised his sword little by little and slashed towards the sacred tree. Han Yiming looked at Xingchen for a moment, then turned to look at the boy, who was lying there motionless with his eyes closed and his face ashen. And the rope stained with his blood was as bright as a golden thread, and it shook gently on the sacred tree, and there was still a section that grew out, and it was automatic in the air without wind.

Xingchen's small body became brighter and brighter, as if there was a fire burning in his chest, and a bright light was emitted from his body, suppressing the spiritual light under the divine tree, and he was dazzling, along with the sword in his hand. Han Yiming really didn't know how much spiritual power there was in this small body, but just like that, he also knew that his spiritual power was terrifyingly high, and if he found out all the fellow Daoists he had seen over the years and compared them, there might not be anything better than him. The spiritual power of a Lingshan disciple is so high, no wonder everyone yearns for Lingshan. Not everyone can cultivate such a high level of spiritual power, but in the eyes of many fellow Daoists, as long as they enter the spiritual mountain, they will have the opportunity to cultivate their spiritual power like this.

After a while, the spiritual light on Xingchen's body was already fluctuating and flowing, just circling in his small body, it seemed that he was not a child, but only spiritual power, and he could no longer see his eyebrows, eyes and beards, only to see the spiritual light flowing, like water waves flowing, like stars shining, this kind of spiritual power really opened Han Yiming's eyes, and his cultivation could still be like this! No wonder he could slay the blue dragon. Thinking of the blue dragon, he couldn't help but gently reach out, and with a force, a spiritual light flashed out behind him, and the blue dragon scales turned into a spiritual shield. What Xingchen gave himself was a talisman to protect his own life, and no one would be able to plot against him again, and no one would be able to plot against him again.

Most of the divine wood has been cut open, and the bright light of the cut place is flickering, and the stars are getting slower and slower, but every time, they can make achievements, Han Yiming also knows that at this time, most of the hour has passed, and the whole person of the stars emits a bright and dazzling white light, and the sword in his hand is rippling, and the aura fluctuates like water when he swings it. It's just that his actions are becoming more and more laborious, Han Yiming doesn't know the time, he is not greedy, and Shenmu is dispensable to him. But once the Divine Tree was related to the rebuilding of the Spirit Mountain, he wanted the stars to cut it down. The reconstruction of Lingshan is no longer important to Han Yiming.

He didn't know the time, but he also knew that he had been waiting here for a long time, looking up at the sky, the moon was already in the west, I don't know when this hour was full, and then looking at the ground, there was still a steady stream of spiritual power surging over, everything around him was dimmed, only this sacred tree and the stars under the divine tree were flashing with spiritual light. Xingchen slashed at the sacred tree with a heavy sword, and suddenly there was a great earthquake, and Han Yiming could know the shaking of the ground below even if he stood in the air. Han Yiming looked around, and at this time, even Pingbo's eyes were gone, and he looked quietly, but he didn't see Pingbo's shadow, and he was slightly relieved. Suddenly, I saw that the Divine Tree had been cut down by the stars, and only a very small piece was connected together, and with the spiritual power of the stars, with one more sword, the Divine Tree could be cut down. Han Yiming was overjoyed, turned around to look at the stars, and couldn't help but be startled, his small body trembled, holding a short sword, barely lifting it up little by little, shaking, his pink and jade face was exhausted, almost vulnerable. But Xingchen still raised the short sword up little by little, and lifted it above his head with difficulty, Han Yiming saw that his hands were shaking so badly that he almost wanted to reach out to help him. But he heard Xingchen's panting voice and said, "Master, only I can cut down the Divine Tree." You, you don't do it. You star, my sword goes down, the moment the divine wood falls, which piece you can grab is which, the size can be, don't care about the size. ”

Han Yiming said: Chen held the hilt of the sword with both hands, raised the sword above his head little by little, fell backwards, and swung downward, the sword of injustice dragged the long sword shadow, slowly fell down, and landed on the sacred tree, a deafening howl, which shook people's brains endlessly, he saw Xingchen pressing tightly on the sword, turned his head and said something to him, but he couldn't hear the words of Xingchen at all. Even if he couldn't hear it, Han Yiming knew that he was telling himself that the Divine Tree was about to fall, and he would grab which Divine Tree he saw and cut down which Divine Tree. Xingchen turned around and pressed the hilt of his sword down, and the sacred wood shook and slowly toppled over. In the moment of this pouring, the sacred wood was half ashed. Han Yiming was a spirit, he didn't expect the divine wood to be gray so quickly, he saw a place, waved the sword in his hand, and the Dao aura cut straight over, he took a fancy to a branch, but this branch was gray very quickly, and his aura hit the branch, and the branch was already gray. This time he no longer hesitated, and jumped up, waving the sword in his hand vertically and horizontally, and the aura was shining, enveloping the divine tree. But everywhere he had his spiritual light, the divine trees were already gray, and Han Yiming didn't stop, he swung dozens of swords in one breath, and saw that the spiritual light on the ground had dimmed before he fell to the ground. The divine tree was already gray-black, lying across the ground, Han Yiming stretched out his hand and touched it, and the place he touched turned into flying ashes. When I looked up, I saw Xingchen wiping the sweat from his face and looking around.

Thank you for writing an extra fan, and I'll post it tomorrow.