Feeling the powerful aura emanating from the black sword gang, Han Lingwei hurriedly took out the white pure gold folding fan that Li Aotian had given him, and then urged Zhen Yuan to open it.

The white cold light rushed into the sky.

As Han Lingwei urged Zhenyuan to open the folding fan, a cold and biting white cold aura suddenly erupted from the folding fan, directly impacting the black sword that fell from the sky.

Although the black sword gang looked amazingly imposing, after being attacked by the sixth-order mid-grade magic weapon, it was still instantly frozen with a thick layer of cold ice, and was fixed above Han Lingwei's head.

Seeing that the black sword gang was frozen, Han Lingwei waved the fan in his hand, and the black sword gang that was fixed collapsed and disintegrated at the same time with the layer of white ice on the surface of his body.

"Sixth-Order Magic Weapon... Two senior brothers, what are you still doing in a daze, why don't you do it quickly, kill Li Aotian first!"

Obviously, he didn't expect Han Lingwei to have a sixth-order magic weapon to protect himself, and he attacked the black-clothed old man who had failed again, and hurriedly reminded the two companions behind him.

When the one-eyed old man who was about to make a move heard this, he hurriedly urged the flying sword in his hand and rushed towards Li Aotian.

As for the old man in black himself, he did not lag behind, but followed the one-eyed old man and rushed towards Li Aotian.

Seeing that the other three of them had all made a move, Han Lingwei's already gloomy face became even more ugly.

Han Lingwei had already seen that the three old men in black must be the old antiques that had not come out of the Yuanyang Sword Sect's retreat for many years, that is, those existences whose longevity was approaching and who chose to close the life and death pass in an attempt to impact a higher realm.

An old antique like this, generally speaking, is far stronger than the average opponent of the same level, after all, he has lived for such a long time, not to mention anything else, just talking about the experience of fighting with people, it is far from being comparable to a young man like Han Lingwei.

Originally, with a sixth-order magic weapon in his hand, if he fought alone, Han Lingwei was not afraid of any of the three old men in black, but now that the three of them joined forces, he still had to protect Li Aotian, but Han Lingwei didn't have much confidence.

"What to do... If I escape, it is possible to save my life, but then the master will be in danger, but if I don't escape, even I will have to get in!"

Seeing that the three old men in black were about to rush in front of him, Han Lingwei was extremely anxious.

If he escaped, Han Lingwei might save his life, but Li Aotian would definitely be finished.

After all, after this battle, all the tens of thousands of disciples of the Yuanyang Sword Sect died, and it was impossible for the three old men in black not to report such a sea of blood and hatred.

But if he didn't escape, without Li Aotian waking up, Han Lingwei knew that he would definitely be defeated by the three old men in black.

It was difficult to make a choice in his heart, and Han Lingwei suddenly stared at the white folding fan in his hand, which was a gift from Li Aotian when he was apprenticed.

"Fight, isn't it a big deal to die!!"

couldn't help but grit his teeth, and then Han Lingwei's heart was crossed, and he urged the folding fan in his hand with all his might, and fanned out a violent white cold wind towards the three black-clothed old men who had already rushed to the approach.

As soon as the white cold wind was fanned out by Han Lingwei, the ground in front of him was immediately frozen up, and it quickly spread in all directions.

"Chixiao Sword Intent, Flame Red Curtain!!"

Facing the white cold wind blowing in his face, among the three old antiques of the Yuanyang Sword Sect, the old man in the red robe hurriedly waved the long sword in his hand, and he condensed a red flame light curtain, forcibly blocking the frozen momentum of the ground in front of him.

"Pure Jun Sword Intent, Ground Crack!"

At the same time as the red-robed old man made a move, the true yuan sword intent in the black-robed old man's body moved in unison, and then he suddenly plunged the long sword in his hand into the ground in front of him.

With a violent shaking of the earth, a lightning-shaped earth crack rose from in front of the black-clothed old man, and spread towards Han Lingwei and Li Aotian at an extremely fast speed, but wherever he passed, the ice that was frozen on the ground was all cracked and disintegrated, and the momentum was rapid and amazing.

"Cold Spirit, Frozen Three Feet!"

The ground crack spread in front of him, Han Lingwei stomped his right foot violently, and in an instant, a thick white cold air poured into the ground along his right foot, and then collided with the ground crack that spread.

As the earth shook violently again, the ground cracked, which looked amazing, and was frozen by a layer of cold ice.

A sound of "whoosh" suddenly sounded in the air, but it was the one-eyed old man who took the opportunity to make a move among the three people of the Yuanyang Sword Sect.

Taking advantage of Han Lingwei's overwhelm, he urged his body to dodge and move sideways not far from Li Aotian's side, and then a sword brought up a dazzling white sword light and slashed towards Li Aotian's neck.

"It's not !! good"

Seeing that the one-eyed old man suddenly became difficult, Han Lingwei hurriedly gave up fighting against the two old men in black, his body moved and stopped at Li Aotian's side, and then raised his hand and scattered the sword light from the one-eyed old man in front of him.

As far as Han Lingwei flashed, the black-clothed old man and the red-robed old man both killed in front of Li Aotian's body, and the true yuan and sword intent in the two of them were fully opened, and each sword stabbed towards Li Aotian's chest and eyebrows respectively.

"No !!"

Seeing that Li Ao's destiny was on the line, Han Lingwei immediately shouted in a hurry, the true yuan in his body was urged to the limit, and then he sacrificed the folding fan in his hand with his backhand.

As the white folding fan was sacrificed, when it turned into a white afterimage from mid-air, with a whistling sound of breaking the sky, it simultaneously impacted on the long sword of the old man in black who stabbed at Li Aotian.

The white folding fan was originally a sixth-order magic weapon, and the whole body was made of pure gold, and under its rush, the two long swords that were about to stab Li Aotian rushed out.

"Ah!!h

Just as he helped Li Aotian resolve the crisis, Han Lingwei let out a miserable scream, but it was the one-eyed old man who took advantage of his unpreparedness and pierced his chest with a sword from behind.

Yin Hong's blood water couldn't stop flowing out from the wound, Han Lingwei trembled, and then shook the long sword that had been pierced into his body out of his body with a backhand.

"Poof!!"

Opening his mouth and squirting a mouthful of essence blood, Han Lingwei's body was unstable, and he fell directly beside Li Aotian, it seemed that not only did he have no strength to fight, but even the vitality in his body was dissipating at an extremely fast speed.

In fact, if it was just a simple sword wound, Han Lingwei would not be like this, but the one-eyed old man's sword had his comprehension of the sword intent attached to it, and when the long sword pierced into Han Lingwei's body, his sword intent also poured into Han Lingwei's body along the wound, which was fatal to him.

"Master, disciple... I tried my best..."

Knowing that he was about to die, looking at Li Aotian, who was still sitting motionless with his eyes closed, Han Lingwei said with a wry smile on his face.

"Boy, you are still loyal, and you actually sacrificed your life to save the master, so let's do it, if you are willing to worship my Yuanyang Sword Sect, I can spare your life. ”

Looking at Han Lingwei, who was seriously injured, the one-eyed old man suddenly spoke after hesitating for a moment.

"Maybe spare my master?"

He didn't refuse the one-eyed old man, Han Lingwei asked with a wry smile.

"This person killed my sect master and Elder Taishang, and tens of thousands of disciples of my Yuanyang Sword Sect also died because of him, do you think we can let him go, if you don't kill him, when his injuries recover, it will be us who will die!"

The one-eyed old man said with murderous intent in his eyes.

"Since you can't let go of the tutor, then you don't need to say more, let's do it!"

Knowing that this would be the result, Han Lingwei closed his eyes directly......