In a blink of an eye, countless sword lights penetrated into the long neck, and the body of the stick-maul spirit insect trembled, and the two long necks became blurred, as if they had sunk to the bottom of the water. After a moment, they disappeared without a trace. As the two long necks disappeared, the three long tails also turned into one long tail. The Pingbo Taoist and his disciples all breathed a sigh of relief and took advantage of the gap.

Suddenly, the stick-maul spirit insect opened its mouth, and an extremely sharp sound immediately sounded in the air. Its huge tail swept in the air, stretched and retracted its long neck, and bit it down at Zhao Haoyang, who was holding the Bishui Sword! Its long teeth flashed cold light, and it came fiercely. The sword blade in Zhao Haoyang's hand trembled, and countless green sword lights lingered out and slashed towards its neck!

Countless rainbow lights flew over and blocked the neck of the Bangmao Spirit Worm. Huang Jingxuan's voice said, "Junior brother, show mercy, eight hundred years are not a matter of time!" Zhao Haoyang was stunned, and he did not fire, but just dodged away from the big mouth and teeth that were biting fiercely at him. The Bangmao Spirit Worm rose and fell several times, and all bites at Zhao Haoyang. Its long teeth seemed longer at this time, and green juice oozed out from the tip of the teeth. Han Yiming was frightened and covered in sweat. Suddenly, a few men in green flew in front of him, but Taoist Pingbo took his disciples and flew closer.

He flew to the front and grinned at Han Yiming. Han Yiming knew that he had bad intentions, but when he saw him laughing, he was already alert and led the Mingyuan sword to fly a little. The Taoist Pingbo suddenly laughed and said, "If you beg me, I will go and help your uncle!" Han Yiming was stunned for a moment. The Taoist Pingbo said, "Haha, if you don't speak, I won't go!" Han Yiming was furious and gritted his teeth: "You...I..." The Taoist Pingbo looked at him for a moment, and laughed, "I have backbone! I won't care about you." As he said that, he flew towards the baton spirit insect.

Han Yiming looked back and saw that all the senior brothers were looking at the dust from afar, and even the disciples of the Taoist sect of Pingbo were looking at that place. Han Yiming was extremely worried and couldn't help but follow the Mingyuan Sword. The Taoist Pingbo was not flying fast and almost flew quietly. So he slowed down and followed him.

The Taoist Pingbo flew forward and looked around, but did not take action immediately. Since Han Yiming knew him, he had never seen him do anything good, and he couldn't help but be very alert. He suffered several losses under the Taoist Pingbo several times, so he didn't believe this person. Seeing that he did not come forward to help, he just watched from the side, he became even more worried. He recited the mantra of the sword of the like Shadow Chasing Wind in his heart, and led it to the point of not being released.

Besides, when Zhao Haoyang saw his senior brother's Fengjian sword blocking his Bluish Water sword, he was stunned for a moment and suddenly realized that his senior brother could not bear to break the spiritual insect's hundreds of years of practice. For hundreds of years, no matter who he is to do, it is a long and long time, not to mention how hard it is to achieve enlightenment in this vast forest. For a moment, Zhao Haoyang also felt a little reluctant and took his hand back.

Suddenly, I felt a sound of wind coming from behind. Zhao Haoyang was stunned and turned around and saw the Taoist Pingbo flying towards him. It turned out that he was watching for a while, and suddenly he found that the giant tail of the spirit insect was rushing towards him. The tip of the tail was whirring, and it was already pulled to the top of his head. At the same time, a huge mouth was already guarding the other side, just waiting for him to come forward! He could not move forward and backward, so he could only run towards Zhao Haoyang. He flew very fast, and Zhao Haoyang was stunned and was already by him

They were all Taoist practitioners, and it was nothing to be hit. Zhao Haoyang was closer to the spirit insects and could not be closer. There was a whistle and whistle above his head, and he could not jump up. Even if he was falling, he had to be careful of the omnipotent long tail. The Taoist Pingbo came very quickly again and was hit by the Taoist Pingbo was already ready. He looked at the direction, and after the collision, his body tilted away and escaped to the place where the spirit insects were not covered.

Zhao Haoyang shook, and the huge tail tip had already hit the top of his head. Zhao Haoyang was originally a martial arts cultivator, and knew that he could not move forward, and dodging was not a solution. In an instant, he had all his graduation cultivation level, and even his face was faint green, and the blue water sword was facing upwards.

The spirit insect was too huge, and the giant tail knocked down, which shocked everyone around him. Huang Jingxuan rushed in again, flew to the front, and had already faced a huge mouth. In desperation, the Feng Sword came out of his hand, carrying a rainbow light, like a meteor, and cut towards the spiritual insect's giant tail! Although the Feng Sword was fast, the giant tail had already hit Zhao Haoyang's head. Although Zhao Haoyang devoted all his life to his cultivation and gathered all his spiritual power to take this beat, he still felt like a mountain of pressure on the top of the giant tail, and almost couldn't breathe.

The Wind-Splitting Sword flew over the giant tail with rainbow light, and cut the giant tail into a thin gap. The scales of the spirit insect are also different from ordinary snake insects, and are extremely hard. However, this gap also twisted and twitched the tip of the spirit insect tail. Zhao Haoyang was fully focused and did not allow the giant tail to press himself into the soil, but he was not careful that the tail tip would twist. Suddenly, it grew two feet long and thrust towards his head, and it was thrusting heavily on his head. Zhao Haoyang's mind buzzed, and his eyes turned black. He could no longer stand by the wind and fell down.

When Han Yiming saw the huge tail slapped down, the Pingbo Taoist flew forward quickly, and he knew something was wrong. He was only a few feet away from the Pingbo Taoist, and was covered by the long tail, and he had little experience of escaping. In desperation, he was not too thin and he also rushed in. He was a moment slower than the Pingbo Taoist, and saw that the Pingbo Taoist had flashed out from the front, and the huge snake head of the stick-mao spirit insect bit it. It was too late to do anything, so he stretched his heart and rushed inward.

He had been using the Mingyuan Sword for a while and was very easy to use. At this time, he did not look back, and knew that the huge snake head had bitten down at him, and he had already glanced at a black letter at the corner of his eyes and swept towards his head. He bent down and dodged, and a bloody storm had swept across his head.
Chapter completed!