Pingbo's eyes disappeared after a moment, but after a while, they appeared in place again. Han Yiming knew that he was not here at this time, but maybe when would suddenly appear. His piercings were extremely terrible, so you must be careful. Xingchen cut off many times, and his clothes had already appeared in large areas of sweat, and his small face was also densely covered in sweat. Han Yiming looked at the Shenmu and cut it halfway, but how long it had passed, but he couldn't recognize it. Although he didn't know why Xingchen had to cut this Shenmu, with Xingchen's spiritual power, there must be a big reason for doing this. Just seeing him chopping like this, I really don't know if he could cut it down? Anyway, Pingbo was not around now, so why would he help him too.

As soon as he moved here, Xingchen said, "Don't come over by the head. I can definitely cut down this divine tree. Only I can cut this divine tree now, and it is useless for the head to come over. Moreover, Pingbo is surrounded by the side, and the spiritual power of the master must be kept until Pingbo appears." As he spoke, the short sword in his hand slashed heavily on the divine tree with a sword shadow. Han Yiming was stunned and did not approach. Yes, he could see it himself, and he could see it too. Although he was cutting down the divine tree, how could Pingbo's actions escape?

After passing his eyes? He was stunned and heard Xingchen say, "He will definitely appear, but he will only appear when my strength is exhausted. When he appears at that time, I have no spiritual power, so I have to rely on the master to protect him. If the master also uses spiritual power on the divine wood, we will be defeated by Pingbo. If the master is defeated by his hands, he will cast spells to suppress the three souls, not only can he escape, but he can't even reincarnate. When the divine wood is cut down, it is when my strength is exhausted. The master must be careful and must not be obsessed with his Tao."

Han Yiming was surprised. Pingbo still had such a skill? He instantly remembered the deer king he saw in the secret room in front of the main hall of Wanxu Temple that year. He knew that Xingchen was right and said, "Okay." He still sat down, calming down. Xingchen's movements slowed down. The short sword in his hand dragged countless sword shadows, which seemed to be extremely difficult to move. But he still lifted the sword bit by bit and chopped towards the Shenmu. Han Yiming looked at Xingchen for a moment and turned to look at the boy. The boy's eyes were closed and his face was gray. The rope stained with his blood was as bright as a golden thread, shaking gently on the Shenmu. There was still a piece of it growing, which was automatically in the air without wind.

Xingchen's small body became brighter and brighter, just like a fire burning in his chest. He emitted bright light, pressing down the spiritual light below the divine tree. He was so bright that he was dazzling, and even the sword in his hand was so bright. Han Yiming really didn't know how much spiritual power there was in this small body, but just like this, he also knew that his spiritual power was so high that he could find all the fellows he had seen over the years, and he might not be able to compare him. The spiritual power of a disciple of Lingshan is so high, no wonder everyone yearns for Lingshan. Not everyone can cultivate such high spiritual power, but in the eyes of those fellows, as long as they enter Lingshan, they have the opportunity to cultivate their spiritual power like this.

After another wave, the spiritual light on Xingchen's body was already waving and flowing, and it was flowing back and forth in his small body. It seemed that he was not a child, but just spiritual power. He could no longer see his eyebrows, eyes, hair and hair. He could only see the spiritual light flowing, like water waves, and stars shining. Such spiritual power really opened Han Yiming's eyes and practiced like this! No wonder he could slaughter the Blue Dragon. Thinking of the Blue Dragon, he couldn't help but reach out and with force, a spiritual light flashed behind him, and the spiritual shield turned into the scales of the Blue Dragon. Xingchen gave him a magic weapon to protect his life. No matter how he was not conspired by others, no one could conspire to himself anymore.

Most of the divine wood has been cut open, and bright light shone brightly where it was cut open. Stars are taking action slower and slower, but every move can make achievements. Han Yiming also knew that most of the hour had passed, and Stars emitted bright white light, and the sword in his hand rippled, and the spiritual light fluctuated like water when he waved it. But his actions were getting more and more laborious. Han Yiming didn't know the time, and he was not greedy. The divine wood was dispensable to him. But once the divine wood was related to the reconstruction of Lingshan, he wanted the stars to cut it down. The reconstruction of Lingshan was no longer important to Han Yiming.

He didn't know the moment, but he knew that he had been waiting here for a long time. He looked up at the sky and saw that the moon had turned west. At some point, this hour would be over. Looking at the ground again, there was still a steady stream of spiritual power flowing over. Everything around him was dim. Only this divine tree and the stars under the divine tree were shining with spiritual light. The stars slashed on the divine tree with a heavy sword. Suddenly the earth trembled. Even if Han Yiming stood in the air, he could know the vibration of the earth below. Han Yiming looked around, and even Pingbo's eyes disappeared. He looked quietly, but he never saw Pingbo's shadow, and he felt a little relieved. Suddenly, he saw that the divine tree had been cut by the stars and was only a very small piece together, with the spiritual power of the stars

, with another sword, you can cut down the divine wood. Han Yiming was happy and turned around and looked at Xingchen, and couldn't help but startle. His small body trembled continuously. He held the dagger and raised it little by little, shaking it. His face was exhausted and almost vulnerable. But Xingchen still raised the dagger little by little, and raised it over his head with difficulty. Han Yiming saw his hand trembling violently, almost trying to reach out to help him. However, he heard Xingchen's panting voice saying, "Master, I can only cut down the divine wood. You, don't do it. Stare, if I go down this sword, the moment the divine wood falls, you can grab any piece, size, don't care about the size."

Han Yiming said: "Okay." Xingchen held the hilt of the sword in both hands, raised the sword over his head little by little, fell backward, and waved it downward. The sword of Suyuan dragged the long sword shadow and slowly fell on the divine wood. A deafening roar made people's minds roar. He saw Xingchen pressing tightly on the sword, turned to say something to him, but he could not hear the words Xingchen said at all. Even if he couldn't hear, Han Yiming knew that he was telling him that the divine wood was about to fall, and he would snatch it from the divine wood he saw. Xingchen turned around, pressed the hilt down and pressed the divine wood down. The divine wood shook and slowly fell. In the moment of falling, the divine wood was half ashes. Han Yi

Ming was shocked, but he didn't expect that the Shenmu would be ashamed as soon as possible. He saw one place, waved the sword in his hand, and cut through it with a series of spiritual lights. He was attracted by a branch, but the branch was extremely gray. His spiritual light hit the branch, and the branch was ashamed. He stopped hesitating, and jumped up, swung the sword in his hand, and the spiritual light shone everywhere, covering the Shenmu. But wherever his spiritual light was, the Shenmu was ashamed, Han Yiming did not stop, and waved dozens of swords in one breath, and then he fell to the ground. The Shenmu was already gray-black, horizontally on the ground. Han Yiming stretched out his hand and touched it, and the place he touched turned into ashes. He raised his head and saw Xingchen wiping the sweat on his face and looking around.

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