Huang Jingxuan tried his best to resist the black flame vortex and was fully focused. The black flame vortex was comparable to his golden vortex, but he was different from Zhao Haoyang. Zhao Haoyang used the Bluish Water Sword, which was incompatible with fire, so he did not suffer any loss. However, he used the Wind Sword, which is also fire-like. When compared with Black Flame, it depends on who has the strong spiritual power. Although he has been practicing for hundreds of years, Limaha has become a demon with extraordinary skills, so he cannot compete with him, so he can only concentrate on it. He has no time to take care of the curved sword light on his head.

Sima Lingyi's long sword came out, like an arrow, followed by his golden green sword. The sword lights of the senior brothers also rushed to Huang Jingxuan's head, covering his head under the sword. The curved sword in Jielimaha's hand was extremely soft, wrapping back and forth between his fingertips. His five fingers bloomed and flashed on the sword blade. The curved sword body bloomed like flowers on his fingertips. The sword was only one foot long, with green light flashing, and the slender sword body was covered with copper green. It rotated randomly on Jielimaha's fingertips, as if turning into softness around his fingertips. Suddenly, Jielimaha's eyes flashed, and his fingers bounced, and the sword that had turned like a flower flew into the sky and pressed against Sima Lingyi's head!

Han Yiming was shocked and hit the Mingyuan Sword with two fingers with his right hand. He was about to think of Ruying Chasing Wind Sword, but with a heat in his hand, a sword light from the Mingyuan Sword was revealed and he rushed straight towards Sima Lingyi. He only had one move, Ruying Chasing Wind Sword. At this time, he was urgent, so he could not care about so much. He stretched forward the long sword, and his right fingers kept tapping the hilt of Mingyuan Sword with his right hand. He couldn't even recite the sword technique of Ruying Chasing Wind Sword in his heart.

He was always worried that the long sword that was rotating like a wind wheel would penetrate into it, so that the uncle and brother below would be very difficult. The sword was flying straight over and standing side by side with Sima Lingyi. The curved short sword was rising and falling, left and right, always circling around the two of them. After a moment of rotation, a sword light like a chrysanthemum separated from it and also turned towards the two of them. Han Yiming and Liang's Mingyuan sword also showed sword lights, but his spiritual power was still low, and several sword lights could push a chrysanthemum-like sword light away. Compared to it, it was a bit disgraceful.

His Taoist practice was still shallow, but soon, he felt weak and weak all over, his body was weak and his eyes were sleepy. He barely supported at the beginning, and for a while, he felt that his arms were sore and soft that he could not even lift them up. But Sima Lingyi protected Huang Jingxuan's head. How could he stop and forcefully raise the Mingyuan sword to support him. However, Mingyuan's sword light dimmed, almost nothing. Fortunately, the sword light of the senior brothers behind him was swirling over his and his senior brother's heads, and the chrysanthemum-like sword light could not be penetrated. Han Yiming saw that he could not support his strength, but Jie Limaha was still calm and composed. Only the blood red in his eyes became more and more colorful, and he was so red that he could not help but become anxious, for fear that he would harm his master and his senior brother's lives.

While he was anxious, there was a wonderful music sound coming from somewhere, as if a few women were singing softly. The tone was blurry, but it was very light, accompanied by a crisp and short "Dingdong" sound, which was pleasant and pleasant. Han Yiming looked at the sound, and saw that there was no one except the dark black hairs all over the sky. The sound only sounded for a moment, and everyone's eyes lit up. Han Yiming held the Mingyuan sword tightly with both hands, trembling, and hung himself on the hilt of the sword, even his hands were shaking slightly because of the exhaustion.

Jie Lima had disappeared in an instant. At the last moment, the light of his bent short sword was still three feet away from Han Yiming. At the next moment, he was gone, and even the bent short sword that was cut by the sword wind when it was rotating was gone! Han Yiming gasped and looked around. Huang Jingxuan, Zhao Haoyang and the Taoist Pingbo were flying into the sky and looking around. The sky, which was originally dark, was cloudless in an instant, and even the powerful offensive just now, was in a moment. If it weren't for the endless charred and endless silence on the ground, Han Yiming would have suspected that this evil fight would be a nightmare.

As the wind came and went, this place was a silence that was silence. Han Yiming barely supported it. When he looked around, he saw that several senior brothers were exhausted. In a blink of an eye, Zhao Haoyang had already put his sword away and turned back. The Taoist Pingbo also flew back to the group of disciples. Only Huang Jingxuan was still in place, looking at the empty wilderness in a daze.

After experiencing this fierce battle, everyone was exhausted and looked for a place to rest. As soon as Han Yiming fell on the ground, he couldn't help but close his eyes to sleep. He was so tired. When he woke up, the sky was already full of stars, but the wilderness in front of him was still a deserted and scorched earth-like wilderness.

Only the senior brothers were talking about Lima's power. He alone made everyone in Lingshan and everyone under the Taoist sect of Pingbo, and he was still at the top and was very powerful. Han Yiming came to the spirit insect that had been more than five hundred years old, but Lima's power was more than ten times more terrifying than the spirit insect at this time.

Although the spirit insect was large, there was no such terrible place as terrible as terrible. The spirit insect could still see its weaknesses, but terrible seemed to have no weaknesses. Listening to his voice and his appearance, it was hurt. Han Yiming was even a little confused, as if everyone here might not be able to become enemies with it. It seemed that as the second master said, it was difficult to escape unscathed.

At the moment, Sima Lingyi came over and said, "Young junior brother, you're exhausted? It's all up to you to help me at that time, otherwise I'll be seriously injured even if I don't die." Han Yiming was stunned for a long time before he realized: "What did senior brother say? I just regret that I can't help my masters with strength." Sima Lingyi sat down beside him and handed him a piece of dry food: "Young junior brother, being intent is powerful, stronger than being in strength but not intent. It should be known that strength is born from the heart, so there is no heart. Originally, the Mingyuan Sword requires extremely strong cultivation and spiritual power to drive it. It's great that you can do that. Thanks to your Mingyuan Sword, my golden green Sword may not be the enemy of Jie Limaha. If you didn't use the Mingyuan Sword to help me, I would be afraid that I would not be able to escape his Crystal Sword!"
Chapter completed!