The boy's body no longer gushed out, the wound on his chest was shocking, and the large white blood stains were scattered around, flashing with white light. Han Yiming was stunned for a while, his legs became weak, and he could no longer stand, kneeling in front of him. His eyes were aimlessly looking around, the tables and chairs in the house had already been overturned, and he was in a mess. He was afraid to see the boy lying on the ground, but his eyes were still seeing him without realizing it. Looking at his gray face, he had only one thought in his mind: "I killed him. How did I kill him? He saved me, but I couldn't save him. What's the difference between killing him?" His chest tightened, his eyes turned black, and he could no longer stand, and he threw himself in front of him. He had no choice but to kill people, and he could not even see a chicken in his life. At this critical moment, he could not save someone who was kind to himself. For a moment, he was weak and could not even stand up.

I don't know how long it took, someone suddenly asked, "Did you kill him?" Han Yiming was originally confused, but he could hear this sound clearly, as if he was approaching. He slowly raised his head and stood a person not far from him.

The man was wearing a green robe, holding his long beard under his chin, and looked up and down at him. Han Yiming was stunned for a while, lowered his head, sighed and said, "I." But he could not spit out any of the words behind him. He was originally saying, "I can't save him." But only one word "I" was said, and the few words behind him were choked in his throat. The man looked at him for a moment, walked slowly, but stopped three feet away from them, and looked at the boy's body a few more times.

He glanced a few times and asked again, "You killed him?" Han Yiming looked at him blankly, but saw that his face was full of unconcealed disappointment. Han Yiming silently lowered his head and looked at the young man. His originally energetic face now looked dead. Suddenly, a ray of cold light flashed in the corner of his eyes. He raised his head and saw the man in the green robe holding a long sword in his hand, slowly approaching. He took two steps forward, but stopped and looked at the young man.

The man in the green robe was eager to try but was very alert. He was about to approach him, but he seemed to be afraid. Seeing that he looked at the boy with his eyes, his expression was anxious and hesitant, he became alert. The man in the green robe stopped in place and walked two more steps. Suddenly, another voice said: "Brother Jingxuan, why bother so much, let me do it." Han Yiming raised his head and saw that there were already a few people around him. They came at some point, but they surrounded them in the center.

The man who was talking had a stinging face, but his eyes were rolling around. Looking at the boy, then at Han Yiming, his eyes finally stopped on the man in the green robe called "Jingxuan". Jingxuan said, "Brother Tianhua, why are you so anxious? OK, let you come. Come." Han Yiming saw that the man's face was covered with marijuana, and thought to himself, "No wonder it is called smallpox. Isn't this a pit left by smallpox? It's appropriate." The Taoist Tianhua said, "I'll come if I come." But he didn't dare to approach, so he stood up from afar. He raised his right hand to his chest, pointed at the sky with two fingers, and said a few words in his mouth. Han Yiming only saw his mouth moving, but he couldn't hear the sound. Then his right hand circled in front of him and pointed at Han Yiming.

With this finger, a light rose from behind him. Han Yiming could see clearly that it was also a sword. The sword flew into the air and suddenly turned into countless small swords, flying towards him quickly. He had already flew to the front of him in the blink of an eye. Han Yiming was shocked, but he could not move. He saw more than a dozen small swords poking into his chest.

Han Yiming was speechless, his chest was already hot, and the sword was numb and hot, but it passed in a flash, and there was no other feeling, and there was no scar. But he was still shocked that his heart was "pulled" and calmed down. He saw countless small swords sank into the teenager's body, as dense as rain, endlessly. The young man helped him many times, and he was grateful. At this time, he saw that the teenager's body was treated like this, and he was angry and shouted: "What are you doing? Stop!" He saw that the Taoist Tianhua was not good-looking, but unexpectedly, the Taoist Nuo was so quick and ruthless.

Taoist Tianhua looked at him and said, "What are you afraid of? The Demon-Slaying Sword only kills demons but not people." Han Yiming said angrily, "If you hurt me, I won't care about you, but how can you treat it like this..." He couldn't say the word "he" at this point. Taoist Tianhua was not him either. After a moment, a layer of mist rose from the young man's body. Han Yiming felt happy and thought he was alive again. But a long sword flew from the young man's body, and with a "swish", it penetrated behind Taoist Tianhua. Taoist Tianhua sighed, "Oh, he is indeed dead."

The few people around him were shocked and said, "Ah? Really?" Someone said, "Why are you dead? We are still late." Someone said, "Hurry up, I didn't catch up." Han Yiming's ears were full of sighs, very puzzled. If they said they were very sorry for the boy, Taoist Hua shouldn't have acted so cruelly that day. But he also sighed in it, and he looked regretful. The more Han Yiming looked, the more confused he felt. He really didn't understand whether these people were the boy's friends or the boy's enemies.

After a while, someone said, "Good things, good things, it's better for him to die, but he's better for him to die. After all, he'll die." Han Yiming was furious and wanted to scold them for being cold-hearted and vicious, but when they were at the edge of their mouths, they couldn't curse a word. The few people gathered around, looked at the boy again and again, and then looked at him again.

They looked at it for a while and asked at the same time: "Did you kill him?" Han Yiming said: "I..." Hey, what is this?" Han Yiming looked at him and saw him staring at his hands blankly, with a confused look on his face. When he looked down, he was also shocked.

At this time, the horizon had already risen. Han Yiming could see clearly that he was holding a wooden sword in his hand. He clearly remembered that when the young man handed him, it was a short sword, and the sword blade was very heavy, and the blade was like frost and flashed. But when he saw it, it was a wooden sword with clear wood grain and it was not as heavy as before. The man didn't say anything, and reached out to snatch the wooden sword in his hand and took it in his hand to look carefully. Everyone surrounded him and looked at the wooden sword carefully. Some shook their heads, and some nodded. Finally, the man turned around and asked, "Where did you get this wooden sword?"
Chapter completed!