It was his own hand, with a slight wave, the Qingshuang Sword slashed out of the Dao Cold, Han Yiming could clearly see that there was already a layer of white frost on the blade of the sword, so every time the sword was slashed out, a cold wind blew, and every sword was slashed at the rune. The sword light fell on the rune, and there was nothing at first, but the sword light did not disappear, it just revolved around the rune. But Han Yiming knew that something was wrong and wanted to leave, but he felt that he didn't listen to the call, as if he was in a dream.

Suddenly, a voice sneered softly: "I'll slash you with seven seven or forty-nine swords, I'll see how long you can last." This voice came from nowhere, but it was very familiar to my ears, and it was his own voice. As the voice said, the sword light became denser and denser. Every sword light that falls on a character will slide away from the character, but it will keep spinning around the character. Han Yiming's heart is getting colder and colder, I don't know if he is dreaming or waking up, how can he be here? Come in the middle of the night, and split this rune, it will definitely not be a good thing after that!

Suddenly, I felt a flower in front of my eyes, a loosening of my hand, the Qingshuang Sword took off his hand, and threw it straight towards the rune, fixed in the rune, the sword light that originally revolved around the rune all gathered together on the Qingshuang Sword, the blade of the Qingshuang Sword lit up, and Han Yiming had already seen that the character was separated by the sword light. The red light was still there, and the Green Frost Sword flew back into his hand, and Han Yiming clearly realized that he had stepped into the red light step by step.

In this red light, the courtyard is extremely quiet, and the moonlight here cannot penetrate through, but the red light illuminates this place very clearly. Suddenly, there was a "bang" on the door, and a person appeared in front of him. The man was wearing only a short jacket and looked at him with a surprised expression. He said, "You ......" After saying one word, he had already fallen down! Han Yiming looked down, and a faint aura penetrated from his body, and it dissipated in an instant. Looking at it again, a layer of blood frost has condensed on the Qingshuang Sword, this person was killed by him!

Han Yiming was already stunned, is this a dream? How is it no different from the real thing? But if this is not a dream, how can he kill a person whose face he has never seen clearly? But he still felt that he walked forward slowly, passed through the courtyard gate, and went straight to a room in the backyard. Han Yiming watched his hand slowly rise, pushed open the door, and walked into the house. It was pitch black in the room, but there was a little light ahead. He walked towards that little bit of aura, and he actually walked straight in front of that little bit of aura.

At that moment, a man sat up. This aura illuminated the man's face, and Han Yiming could see that this person also knew it, it was Chen Rufeng! Chen Rufeng was only wearing a coarse cloth jacket, and he looked at him with a very surprised expression. Han Yiming only felt that he had said a word to him, what he said, but he didn't understand. But Chen Rufeng understood, and only heard him say: "It's you......! Is it really you?" Han Yiming only felt that the aura flashed in front of him, the cold wind rushed across his face, and the Qingshuang Sword had pierced into Chen Rufeng's chest!

He was stunned, the red light in Chen Rufeng's eyes lit up, and he reached out to grab it back, Han Yiming had already seen a sharp blade appear on the wall behind him. But here it was faster, and the cold light of the Qingfrost Sword flashed, and it had split Chen Rufeng's body in half. A flash of light came through the split. Chen Rufeng's aura was not trivial, the aura burst out with a fire, Han Yiming only felt a sharp pain in his right hand, and there was already a flame on his right arm. The Qingshuang Sword rebounded back, but his left hand went straight into Chen Rufeng's split chest, and when he pulled it out, he saw the aura leaking out, and the wisps fluttered upward, and the room was full of faint red light. Although Chen Rufeng's body was not moving, the essence of his eyes flashed, his lips moved slightly, and the aura that had been fluttering up swirled and condensed towards one place, Han Yiming knew that if his aura did not disperse, he would not die. How do you know that he only listened to his own voice and said, "I want you to die, will you be able to live?" This voice is indeed his own, but because it is his own voice, it makes him more and more creepy. I felt that I took a deep breath, Han Yiming knew that it was not good, but he couldn't help himself, and he squirted out in one breath. This breath erupted, and both eyes could see it, only to see a shimmering golden aura spewing straight out, as cold as the wind, and in the blink of an eye, Chen Rufeng's spiritual power had been sprayed. He grabbed Chen Rufeng's chest with his left hand, and the Qingshuang Sword in his right hand was raised, and in a flash, the spiritual power that had been sprayed became more and more dispersed, he swung his sword, and those spiritual powers had been swung without a trace, and the blood frost on the blade of the sword was thickened again, and the Qingshuang Sword became colder and colder, so cold that the hand holding the sword was frozen, and his right hand was in severe pain before, and then froze, and the flames were extinguished, but he was a little disobedient. The red light in Chen Rufeng's eyes dimmed, but he still looked at him. There was a thin "Gege" sound, and Chen Rufeng's body collapsed and fell on the side of his bed. As soon as he fell, his body shrank by half, and Han Yiming was already stunned. Only the sharp pain in the right hand, the pain was unbearable! Everything in front of me slowly faded away, like a mist.

Suddenly, someone said, "Still don't you plan to teach me?" Han Yiming sat up suddenly. I saw that in front of me was an earthen house. Qingzhubiao was standing in front of the kang, and his spirit was stunned. Han Yiming still had palpitations in his heart, and sat in a daze for a long time. Qingzhu said: "Master, I worshipped you as a master, you must teach me." Han Yiming was shocked, raised his eyes and saw the green bamboo mark, only to realize that he was really dreaming. I didn't even listen to what he said, my heart was pounding, this dream was so terrible, it was as if I was there. Qingzhu marked his face full of grievances: "Master, you have to teach me some spells no matter what." Han Yiming was silent for a long time, and only then did he take a breath, and he was disgusted with this green bamboo mark, but he was not disgusted at this time. He couldn't scream, he was still in that nightmare, glanced at Qingzhubiao, and said, "I have promised you Uncle Shen that he will teach you." And I won't intervene in the middle of it. If you really want to learn something, ask him to teach you. ”

Qingzhubiao's face was full of unhappiness: "What will he do? I think he is too weak, so I don't believe him......" Halfway through his words, he swallowed again. Han Yiming said: "You don't need to see how powerful he is, if you learn from him, you will definitely be very advanced." If nothing else, he can teach you just spells. Qingzhubiao's eyes were full of disdain, but when he heard him say this, he said, "Okay, I'll go and ask him to teach me, if he doesn't teach me, Master, you have to teach me." Han Yiming only said: "You go and ask him to teach you first." Qingzhu Biao was clearly unwilling, but he still walked away.

Here Han Yiming exhaled a breath, and finally settled down, turned his head to look under the pillow, and saw that the Qingshuang Sword was under the pillow. No matter what, this dream was so terrible that Han Yiming couldn't be at peace in his heart, and he reached out to take the Qingshuang Sword to take a look, but as soon as his hand moved, there was a sharp pain. Han Yiming's mind that had finally settled down jumped wildly again, stared at his right hand for a long time, closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and lifted the sleeve of his right hand with his left hand, only to see that his right arm was already pitch black! Han Yiming was out of breath for a while, closed his eyes, and looked carefully at his right hand, only to see that the skin on his right hand was already pitch black, and when he pressed it lightly with his left hand, the skin was very dry, and his left hand pressed on it, as if he was pressed on dry grass. Roll up the sleeves a little higher, and see that the black is at the elbow, and the shape is exactly like the flame licking. Han Yiming choked his breath, he didn't wake up from this nightmare, and saw that his right hand was like this, that, that Chen Rufeng......

He didn't dare to think about it anymore, gritted his teeth and took the Qingfrost Sword, stared at it for a moment, and pulled out the sword, and on the blade, the frost was like blood, condensed into a layer of blood frost! Han Yiming was weak, and slowly put away the sword, Chen Rufeng really ...... Was he really killed by himself? Can he kill someone in his dreams? His right hand and sword clearly told him that last night was not a dream. But he was obviously here! In the midst of his confusion, someone walked in: "Senior brother, I'm ...... Hey, what's wrong with you?" Han Yiming raised his head, Shen Ruofu had already walked into the house, and Qingzhubiao followed him.