This voice was not Zhou Shaowu's. When Han Yiming looked at it again, Wang Qingsong's face disappeared, and another person's face appeared.

This man also looked familiar. Seeing that he was older than Wang Qingsong, Han Yiming asked, "Senior Brother Tan?"

The shadow was indeed Tan Zichao, the eldest disciple of Chen Rufeng's sect. He said to Han Yiming: "Boy, my two junior brothers are so sluggish that they will allow you to live to this day. I am not that easy to talk to! You don't have to say anything anymore, take your life."

Han Yiming said lightly: "Senior Chen Rufeng's extinction is not my evil move!"

Tan Zichao said coldly: "It's useless to say this. My master has gone, what can I say? I'll take revenge directly."

Han Yiming couldn't help but say, "Senior Brother Tan, aren't you afraid of wronging the good people?"

Tan Zichao sneered: "What kind of good person are you? Are you considered a good person? Even if you kill a good person in vain today, I can't care! I can only use this method to approach you to avenge your master. I will never miss this great opportunity."

When he spoke, spiritual flames had risen all over his body, and he said, "Two junior brothers, I can't stand you anymore. We are no match for this kid when we separate. Let's give me your spiritual power and I'll avenge my master!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Han Yiming heard two sighs, and two more flames rose on his body. Among these two flames, Wang Qingsong and Zhou Shaowu's faces faded, and finally the two flames were mixed with the original spiritual flame on his body.

He rushed towards Han Yiming, but Han Yiming looked at him but felt sad.

Chen Rufeng and his disciples had mediocre cultivation. Even if Pingbo used magic to mix their spiritual power together, Han Yiming was not afraid.

Their spiritual power gathered together was still mediocre. Except for the person who spoke and the faces he showed, it was Wang Qingsong, and Zhou Shaowu. Jia occasionally felt that they were particularly sharp, there was nothing surprising.

At this time, they were no longer humans. Their physical bodies had disappeared without saying that they had only had spiritual power left in their cultivation, which made Han Yiming feel even thin.

The Tengjiao sword in Han Yiming's hand could disperse their spiritual power with just a wave of it. Even though he had only used the Tengjiao sword twice, he knew that the spiritual power of the sword was not under the Mingyuan sword. How could Wang Qingsong and others have an opponent?

Wang Qingsong had already rushed to the front, and Han Yiming still couldn't bear to take action, so he just separated the Tengjiao sword from the two of them and said, "Senior brother, you can retreat by yourself! I..."

He couldn't express his words "I can't bear it" and he knew very well that Wang Qingsong and others would not have handed over their lives to Pingbo's hands and pulled out their souls if they were not helpless!

They wanted to take revenge, but they believed that Chen Rufeng was killed by himself and wanted to avenge his master. However, their cultivation was too weak and they did not have any magical weapons to use, so they always had the confidence to win.

Their fellows' cultivation is even worse than theirs, and they will not be their own opponents. Therefore, these three people gave up their lives and asked Pingbo to find a way to avenge them.

Han Yiming knew that Shan Jingping was not among them. He was the only one of Chen Rufeng's four great disciples. He did not come with these three to let Pingbo get rid of his soul. Han Yiming also knew: he would be the head of this sect, and he would take his ordinary junior brothers to continue practicing, recruit disciples, and let this sect exist in the world!

The Tengjiao Sword's inspiration flashed and forced Wang Qingsong away again. Wang Qingsong was unwilling to see Tengjiao Sword, but he had no choice but to do anything.

Han Yiming said: "Senior Brother Wang, please leave. Senior Chen Rufeng was not the one who caused me! Even when I reached this point, I would like to explain that I did not have the intention to harm him, and I would not harm him. There are many accidents in this matter, and I cannot explain it clearly until now, but I still want to say that it is really not my move."

Wang Qingsong stared at him for a moment and said, "Boy, you can't escape the sweet words today! Even if you don't admit it, you can't get rid of this matter. I will definitely take your life..."

Han Yiming sighed. He had been delaying here for a long time, but because he couldn't bear to attack Wang Qingzhu and others, even though he knew that they had only a weak soul, he couldn't bear to attack and was unable to move forward.

Wang Qingsong and others would not leave. When they handed themselves to Pingbo's hands, they were already silent. At this time, all they had was their soul and full of unwillingness!

They could not avenge their master, so they were unwilling to accept it. Han Yiming knew that he really admitted that he had killed Chen Rufeng, and they could not do anything about it! Even if the three of them were tied together, they were no match for them, and they could not break through the Tengjiao Sword.

But they will not retreat, they have already reached this point, even if they know that they are not their opponents, they will not retreat!

He held the hilt of the Tengjiao Sword in his hand again, and said: "Several brothers, I have already made it clear that Senior Chen Rufeng's Nirvana has nothing to do with me. I am also very sad for him, but I will not be guilty of his Nirvana. If the senior brothers come to ask for guilt on weekdays, I will listen quietly. But today I can't bear it, I will get the center of this magic circle and offend it."

Wang Qingsong smiled: "No need to be polite at this time. We are enemies, not friends, you can use all the powerful tricks of your leader. The grudge between our two factions will be settled today!"

Han Yiming breathed a sigh of relief. It was useless to say more at this time. He just looked at Wang Qingsong, full of helplessness!

Even though he was unwilling to attack Chen Rufeng's disciples, today the souls of Chen Rufeng's three disciples would dissipate completely in front of him! They would die because of him!

The green flames on Wang Qingsong's body rose, but he didn't dare to get close to Tengjiao Sword, watching Tengjiao Sword gently float in the magic circle.

Han Yiming suddenly felt soft-hearted. If it weren't for the extreme despair, how could they have been like this? The sword in his hand drooped.

Suddenly, Zhou Shaowu's face appeared, and he stared at Han Yiming with his eyes and said, "Isn't it really you?"

He was as unwilling as Wang Qingsong on his face! Han Yiming suddenly felt that their eyes could penetrate everything, and it was difficult to lie just by looking at them like this.

Perhaps seeing that they were about to die, Han Yiming suddenly had all kinds of things! If he said that Chen Rufeng was killed by himself, what would happen to these three people? So what could it be?

In Han Yiming's view, they were about to die out, and Pingbo used them. Pingbo could be an enemy of Lingshan, but he still used them. Even if he knew that they would die out, he would use them without mercy.

Zhou Shaowu asked again: "Isn't it really you?"

Han Yiming calmed down and said, "Senior Brother Zhou, I will not be enemies with Senior Chen, nor will I attack him. I just saw this." After a pause, he continued, "It's not only me who saw this, but also Senior Brother Mingxi. Maybe there is also Master Yuanhui. Unfortunately, you didn't ask them carefully."
Chapter completed!