Ding Wudao: "How could the Ten Thousand Fa Xuanmen be destroyed by my ancestor? Senior, this knot in your heart was caused by you killing your senior brothers. More than a dozen people besieged my master and ancestor alone, do you want my master to be killed?" Pingbo Daoist didn't answer, just looked at Ding Wu carefully, and there was a humane behind him: "What are you talking about with him, just catch him!" Pingbo Daoist came back to his senses and said: "No matter what, you fell into my hands today, it is your retribution, the heavens are clear, and the retribution is not happy!"

Han Yiming was furious, his sword was horizontal, and he crossed in front of Ding Wu, and said, "You dare to take a step forward and try?" He gritted his teeth when he said this, and even he heard the sound of "Gege" in his ears. Pingbo Daoren sneered: "I always think that one day I will be able to destroy your Lingshan, what will happen now? Didn't I destroy your Lingshan? As for those who escaped, I will catch them one by one sooner or later! I will come forward, what are you going to do? I want to turn your Lingshan into my place of cultivation, what will you do? Sooner or later, I will catch your escaped brothers and sisters and break them into pieces one by one. Don't worry, I will definitely let you live, and watch how they are worse than dead in my hands!" Han Yiming clenched his hands into fists, his bones "kaka" rattled, and he said without giving an inch: "You will never see this day! I will not give you the Lingshan into pieces! My senior brothers and sisters must still be disciples of Lingshan! I will never let you catch them!

There was a faint sound of thunder in the sky, and dark clouds surged up in the already calm air, and Han Yiming saw that the rolling dark clouds were gathering above him. The smallpox Taoist shouted: "Don't think nonsense, I came to Lingshan, and I also gave ......" Han Yiming suddenly felt that his fingertips were hot, straight through the palm of his hand, and the Mingyuan sword jumped into his palm with a "bang", Han Yiming didn't want to think about it, he lifted the sword, held the hilt of the sword with both hands, raised it high, and slashed downward! The Mingyuan sword screamed again and again, slashing the snow in front of Han Yiming's feet, Han Yiming's ears heard a loud roar, and the ground under his feet shook, like a sharp and piercing cry lingering in it, resounding through the sky!

A golden light stretched out from under his sword and stretched forward. Pingbo Daoren stood unsteadily, and was taken aback, this kid really wanted to smash Lingshan to pieces! Han Yiming slashed down with a sword, his heart was happy, painful, and unwilling to be intertwined, he only felt that he still had the strength left, he jumped up, raised his high sword with both hands, fell, and slashed on the ground again! Lingshan trembled, trembling again and again, and under his two swords, there were two deep cracks, which were stretching out. Pingbo and his gang were unsteady on their feet, and they all screamed again and again, Han Yiming squinted at his sword, and said word by word: "The reason why Lingshan is Lingshan is because it won't be yours!"

The two deep cracks continued to widen, Han Yiming suddenly felt desolate, he personally cut the Lingshan, the Lingshan no longer existed in the world, his heart was so uncomfortable, not happy at all. Ding Wudao: "Senior brother, come here." Han Yiming looked back and saw that he and Ding Wu were standing on both sides, and hurriedly flew over and stood beside Ding Wu. The mountain beams in front of Lingshan collapsed violently, rubble flew wildly, and the air was full of smoke and dust! The crack had become a rift, and below was a bottomless abyss, and in front of him were flying dust and frightened figures, scattered and fleeing. Han Yiming slowly shed tears, and suddenly there was a spiritual light flying out of the sky in front of him, Ding Wudao: "Lingshan Hundred Swords, each looking for its own place!" Suddenly, his feet trembled violently, Ding Wudao: "Senior brother, let's go quickly, the snow mountain is going to collapse! Otherwise, we won't be able to go!" Han Yiming looked back and saw that the snow peak had slowly tilted and was about to fall. Looking ahead, the spiritual mountain in front of him had cracked. Lingshan cracked, Han Yiming's eyes were blurred, he turned his head stiffly, followed Ding Wu, and crossed the line drawn on the snow together.

The Spirit Mountain disappeared in an instant, and another snowy peak appeared in front of them. In the purple snow peak, Ding Wu and Han Yiming were relatively speechless, lying in Ding Wu's arms, burying their little faces in his chest. Han Yiming didn't know what to say to his senior brother, and he split Lingshan, not happy in his heart, but sad!

Suddenly, someone behind him said coldly: "What are you doing here?" Han Yiming didn't need to look back, he knew that it was Zishang. But he was in a gloomy mood at this time, and he didn't even have the strength to speak. Ding Wudao: "Uncle Shi, the disciple will take a walk on the way of Uncle Shi. Zishang said coldly: "I'm not your uncle, you must be wrong!" Ding Wudao: "The seniors have always been the uncles of our generation of disciples in Lingshan in their hearts. ”

Han Yiming Huo Ran found that although Senior Brother Ding was slow to speak, he couldn't refute what he said. Although Zishang looked at him coldly, she no longer answered. Ding Wu really said Zishang's thoughts. Zishang said: "You are here, what about Lingshan?" Ding Wu said slowly: "Lingshan is gone!" Zishang's original snow-white color instantly became whiter, the two dai eyebrows were raised high, and a pair of purple eyes were wide open, but he closed his lips tightly and didn't say a word. After a while, she squeezed out a sentence from between her teeth: "Who lost Lingshan?" The purple in her eyes became deeper and deeper, thinking that she was extremely angry, Han Yiming was about to say: "I cut Lingshan to pieces!" Suddenly he lost his strength and fell to the snow.

Ding Wudao: "Lingshan was destroyed by me and my junior brother, and I was forced to have no choice but to destroy it." Zishang glared at him fiercely, turned his head to look at Han Yiming, and said, "I don't believe it! Could it be that Zhao Haoyang will see you ruined? What about Bai Ying? Also, there is Huang Jingxuan! Others can't control it, and he won't let you do anything wrong! If you want to destroy Lingshan, you have to pass his pass!" she said she didn't believe it, but there was a mixture of anger in her eyes, Han Yiming wanted to sit up, but he couldn't sit up, and he didn't even have the strength to move. Hearing Zishang mention these division commanders, he opened his mouth, but he couldn't say a word!

Ding Wudao: "I don't know what happened to the second and fifth uncles, they, their whereabouts are unknown." Uncle Bai Ying, I'm afraid it's ......" Han Yiming had no tears at this time, and Zishang was speechless. After a while, Zishang said: "He destroyed Lingshan and lost his strength." His cultivation is not enough to destroy the Spirit Mountain, and yours is not enough. But you really ruined it. Ding Wudao: "I beg my uncle to let me and my junior brother rest for a while, and then we will leave!" Zishang said: "What does the matter of your Lingshan have to do with me?

She didn't deny that she was a disciple of Lingshan before, but now she picked herself up completely, Han Yiming really didn't know what she was thinking in her heart, she was so conflicted, she wanted to struggle to get up, but she couldn't even move, so she could only lie quietly on the ground.

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In fact, I was very unhappy during this time. But I hope all book lovers are happy and happy!