Han Yiming pointed his right hand at his upper left, and Ming Yuan flew from behind to the person on the upper left with a scream. Han Yiming only felt that his shoulders were loosened, and his body fell to the ground, and before he could raise his head, he heard someone screaming in pain from above. When he looked up, he saw that the man had fled all over the sky, and the sword of Narubuchi was closely following him.

The man was wielding a peachwood sword, and he sprang through the air. But the Ming Yuan Sword with a sharp whistle and a faint golden light flashed after him, forcing him not to stop or look back. Han Yiming originally withdrew Ming Yuan's sword as long as he let go of himself, but he was also afraid that Sima Lingyi would suffer a loss, so he didn't dare to put Ming Yuan back into the sheath and hold it in his hand.

When Wang Jingbo saw Sima Lingyi take out his sword, he also summoned his sword. The disciples of the Pingbo Dao people all followed the Pingbo Dao people, and they used the peach wood sword, but the peach wood sword had a spirit rune written on it, and it was the same as a sword, and it was also extremely sharp. As soon as Sima Lingyi took out his sword, the disciples of Pingbo's disciples also summoned their swords, and several peachwood swords floated in the air, surrounding Sima Lingyi and Han Yiming in the center.

With a wave of Sima Lingyi's right hand, the body of the golden green sword rotated, like a meteor, circling and dancing around the two. The Dao Dao sword light separated from the golden green sword, and instantly turned into dozens of swords, scattering in all directions, like the golden green sword, surrounding the two of them in a circle. Wang Jingbo's peachwood sword approached, and the golden green sword suddenly came out of nowhere, with a scream, and approached it, with an extremely powerful momentum. Wang Jingbo was furious and drove the peachwood sword straight up. With a flick of the fingers of Sima Lingyi's right hand, the golden and green sword "dang" to the ground, and Wang Jingbo's peachwood sword cut a gap.

Han Yiming This is the first time he has seen his senior brother make a move, and compared to Gu Qingquan's original hand, this hand is not known how many times faster. I couldn't help but let go of my hand, but my fingers were still tightly clasped on the hilt of Ming Yuan's sword. Wang Jingbo saw that there was a gap in his peachwood sword, he was very angry, and urged the peachwood sword again and again, Sima Lingyi's golden and green sword did not give an inch, and it was impenetrable. Countless sword lights surrounded him, and no matter which peachwood sword approached, there were several sword lights blocking it, allowing the peachwood sword to enter. The golden blue sword was cold and cold, with a little bit of black gold sand flashing in the cold light, and it was difficult to hide its light even in the daytime.

I saw that the green light on the peachwood sword was also flashing, and the characters on several peachwood swords were getting brighter and brighter. Although it couldn't be penetrated, forcing over brought a cool breeze, Sima Lingyi was originally standing on the ground, but at this time he had slowly floated up, his feet off the ground. He looked at Wang Jingbo opposite, and his hands were wrapped around his chest.

Han Yiming was thinking about the mantra of chasing the wind like a shadow, but he heard Sima Lingyi say: "Senior Brother Wang, just stop it." If the stalemate continues, I'm going to lose. Han Yiming was very surprised, he had never seen the senior brother fall into the wind, but he was very surprised to hear him say this. I only heard Wang Jingbo on the other side sigh hatefully, and with a wave of his hand, several peachwood swords returned to their hands, Wang Jingbo stared at Sima Lingyi hatefully, and turned around and left with his fellow disciples.

Han Yiming couldn't help but be surprised and looked at Sima Lingyi. I saw him slowly fall to the ground, and smiled at their backs: "Accept and accept." When they were far away, they took the golden green sword back into its scabbard and said, "Senior brother, let's go back." Han Yiming said: "Senior brother, aren't they going to win? How can they ......" Sima Lingyi smiled slightly and said: "They are going to lose, if they will win, how can they just go home empty-handed." Han Yiming said in surprise: "Yes, but senior brother, you say, you say ......."

Sima Lingyi said with a smile: "Little junior brother, Wang Jingbo's cultivation is less than 100 years less than mine, how can he win me? I just save some face for Daoist Pingbo, Daoist is the same generation as our master, if I defeat so many of his disciples at once, how can he get by on his face? Not to mention that we have to go south, we are companions along the way, and it is better to leave room for everything." If they can't withstand my cultivation, they will be injured by my golden sword. But they will never admit defeat first, and once they open their mouths, where can they still hold their face? I will open their mouths first and let them withdraw and retreat, and it is nothing. They don't dare to talk nonsense and say that I lost to them. The uncles have said that they can't let you be left alone, how can I let you be taken away by them?"

After walking for more than ten days, the weather became hotter and hotter. In the afternoon of this day, I came to a mountain. Everyone looked down and saw that there was a lot of fog in the valley, and when they looked left and right, they were also vast peaks and valleys, and they all stopped. After a while, the people of Pingbo Dao also rushed up, stood still on the top of the mountain, looked at it for a while, and said, "There must be demons in this valley, we must be careful." Huang Jingxuan said: "When we get here, let's not go separately anymore." Let's look for the magic star, and when we see something strange in this valley, we should go down and take a look. Last time, we passed by, because we were in a hurry, and we had never entered the valley, so this time we passed through the valley. ”

Pingbo Daodao: "What you said is, let's go together." Huang Jingxuan led the disciples down, Zhao Haoyang walked last, and Pingbo Daoren brought his disciples to follow him. When I walked into the valley, I felt that my breath was stagnant. The grass under his feet was knee-high, and between the long grasses was moss that he had never seen before, and where there were no weeds, there was moss everywhere, and it was very slippery. The trees in front of me were very different from those they had seen before, and there were countless vines hanging from the trees. The smell in my nose is also the unique green smell of trees, and when I look forward, I see that behind the heavy vines, it is still the green that cannot be dissolved.

Suddenly, someone behind screamed, Han Yiming followed behind the senior brother, and when he heard the cry from behind, he turned around, only to see that several people had fallen behind Zhao Haoyang. At this moment, everyone stopped, and Zhao Haoyang had already stopped and turned around. Huang Jingxuan frowned and said, "Let's go and have a look." And they all turned around. I saw that Pingbo Dao was fine, and the eight disciples he brought with him all fell to the ground, some of them were pale and yellow, some of them vomited incessantly, and some of them foamed at the mouth and trembled all over. Pingbo Daoren exclaimed: "It's not good, it's poisonous!

Huang Jingxuan approached, looked at them carefully, and shook his head: "It's not poisoning, it's miasma." It's hot and humid, and it's full of vegetation, so it's not surprising that there is a miasma. He raised his head again, looked in all directions, and said, "It's okay, it's just a miasma." Pingbo Daoist looked around, and suddenly said: "Why are my disciples all suffering from miasma, but the disciples of Jingxuan Daoist are all ......" Han Yiming was suspicious when he heard what he said. Knowing that this evil Taoist is untrustworthy, it's just that he doesn't know what "miasma" is, let alone "miasma", and can't interject, but he is quite angry in his heart.

Tomorrow is a new volume, and tomorrow Comrade Xiao Han will have a new experience, of course, not only with the people of Pingbodao. He will face new difficulties in a new volume. Thank you very much for the support of the book friends, the soldier code word, too delicate, but will try not to make everyone boring. Thanks again for your support!