As he spoke, his fingers moved, and the round axe flew in front of him, spinning rapidly. As he was spinning, Han Yiming slashed at him one sword after another, and suddenly another round axe flew out of the round axe. Han Yiming's hand was a little slow, but it didn't stop, he was extremely angry at this time, the Ming Yuan sword was like a pig full of long thorns, the sword light turned into a sharp thorn, and the Ming Yuan sword in his hand no longer looked like a sword. But Yu Weiyou's round axe was bred one after another, and Han Yiming was calm, but his hands were non-stop. Yu Weiyou is by no means a good stubble, he can't be soft, and he doesn't know if he can resist him, if he can't resist him...... He suddenly stopped his thoughts, and never thought about them.

Yu Weiyou's round axe has already conjured up countless handles, all of them have been forced in front of him, Yu Weiyou sneered in the back, waved his hands, countless round axes are forced towards Han Yiming, these many round axes rotate at the same time, turning out of the whirlwind, Han Yiming has felt that his clothes are being swept by the whirlwind, and when he sees the sharp edge of the round axe, he is all coming sideways and forcing it towards him! Han Yiming made up his mind, and slashed away with a sword, wanting to split the round axe. But why are there more and more round axes, Han Yiming can only split all the round axes that are approaching, and as for the ones who have not yet been forced to his side, he has no time to take care of them!

He blocked left and right, and Yu Weiyou laughed: "You just wait for death! My round axe will cut off your head sooner or later!" Han Yiming gritted his teeth, knowing that there were more and more round axes, and they were getting closer and closer, if there was a round axe slashing through his neck or piercing into his chest, he would die! Suddenly, I remembered one thing, what did Yu Weiyou rely on with the power of his sword? It was his spell! What he was most afraid of was spells, if he really carried these many round axes, then he would be dead! But these round axes were all conjured from the first round axe, although they also have mana, and they can also hurt people, but as long as they break his round axe, they can solve the crisis at this time!

Han Yiming settled down, every sword was cut out, his fingers struck the hilt of the sword, and he recited the sword mantra like a shadow chasing the wind in his heart, and each sword went out with countless sword lights. It's just that the sword light at this time no longer looks like the sword light before, but a small sword light that flies out from the sword body like rain, and half flies to the round axe in front of it to break through. His sword light is as dense as raindrops, but it is no longer like before chasing one after another, if it is really good and bad, but this shadow chasing wind sword can only deal with the front of him, Yu Weiyou is far away, to break his spell, either to find the original round axe, or to approach him to stop his spell! But at this time, he is too busy to deal with it, where can he still calm down to see where the round axe is? He didn't want to fall, as soon as this thought came to him, the many round axes in front of him were gone, and only Yu Weiyou and a spinning round axe appeared in front of him. Han Yiming was overjoyed, knowing the location of his round axe at this time, he could break his spell. It's just that Yu Weiyou is too far away, how can he get to him alive? Suddenly, remembering the Qianjun slash taught by the second master, Han Yiming's heart moved, and he no longer recited the sword mantra of Chasing the Wind like a shadow, but instead recited the Qianjun slash.

He changed his mantra here, but his hand was not slow at all, the sword light of the Ming Yuan Sword was not as dense as before, and the round axe approached, cutting a few cuts on his body. Han Yiming's body was cut several times in a row, and he didn't care, but the sword light of Mingyuan's sword became less and less, and he could only knock away the round axe that was forced to the head and chest, and there were more and more holes in Han Yiming's body. Yu Weiyou laughed: "Without the treasures of your Lingshan, it's not bad to have you." You are a disciple of Lingshan Demon Sect, but your cultivation is not very good, it is really a waste of your Demon Sect disciple's spiritual power, is it just like this? It's really useless! However, I like it very much. That's what works for me!"

Han Yiming turned a deaf ear to his words, and recited the mantra of Qianjun faster and faster in his heart. He had used this trick before, now try again, let it go! Suddenly, the palms of his hands were hot, his chest, and his eyebrows were hot, Han Yiming shouted, and the Mingyuan Sword had already taken him to the sky and flew straight towards Yu Weiyou! Yu Weiyou was taken aback, but Han Yiming came incredibly fast, and before he could blink an eye, he had already pounced in front of him, and in a hurry, the round axe moved, and stopped in front of him. Han Yiming didn't expect that this time the Qianjun Slash would be used so quickly, and he was happy for a while, and his subordinates also pressed down fiercely.

Yu Weiyou's round axe had split in half when the blade of Ming Yuan's sword touched, and Han Yiming's sword slashed straight down, cutting his body into two from the shoulder below the head! Yu Weiyou fell to the ground, Han Yiming fell to the ground, and when he looked back, the countless phantoms that the round axe had conjured were gone. But he also saw the swords flying around Gu Qingquan, and he was alone against a few people who pounced on him with Yu Weiyou, but he didn't fall behind. Han Yiming knew at this time that this senior brother's martial arts cultivation was also on fire. His every move is stretched and generous, and his starting and closing movements are quite orderly, which can be called heroic, which is completely different from his panicked shots.

He was not close to the few cultivators who were about to force him to come, but they couldn't force him. The sword light in Gu Qingquan's hand was swirling, the sword light was huo, and above the blade of the sword, there were flashes of spiritual light, forcing the other party to be in a hurry. When his aura rushed over, it was quite turbulent, so those people wanted to get closer, but they couldn't!

Han Yiming's hands and feet were sore, but he was unwilling to stop. I was about to pounce over, but suddenly I saw a black shadow flying up from below, and there were a lot of people, and I was about to pounce on it, when I suddenly heard someone behind me: "Outnumbered, quickly retreat!" This voice was Ding Wu's, Han Yiming looked back, and saw Ding Wu, where would he retreat? Just as he was about to move forward, suddenly a cold wind blew behind him. Ding Wu's voice said, "Quickly retreat!" Han Yiming looked back, and at some point behind him, a black door appeared, which was the same as the black door he had seen in Cuiwei Hall, and he was about to call Gu Qingquan, Gu Qingquan had already flown back upside down like an arrow from the string, and brushed past him. He passed past Han Yiming and shouted, "Senior brother, retreat!" and disappeared into the black door. Han Yiming was unwilling, but the dozen or so people had already pounced, and instead shouted at him: "There is one here, grab it and don't let him run away." He is also very familiar with this voice, it is Qian Ruohua's. One of his arms was wrapped and hung up, Han Yiming saw with his own eyes that he was cut off by the second master's sword, and he actually followed up instead of retreating, which shows that he is extremely ruthless!

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Today is the last day of the number nine, and the weather is really starting to get warmer!