If Huang Jingxuan dodged away, he could get rid of the barrier of the Bishui Sword and he could absorb vitality here, which would be difficult to deal with! Han Yiming watched the giant palm press down on the master, and the sword light of the master's sword sword hit him, and at most a blood seal was printed. It could not change its direction at all, and he couldn't help but jump up in a hurry!

Huang Jingxuan's Feng Sword turned in his right hand, and the light of the Feng Sword flowed out, and the spirit was filled with light. In a blink of an eye, a vortex formed on top of Huang Jingxuan's head, slowly rotating. Jie Li Maha's right hand grabbed the top of his head, but he couldn't grasp it. Jie Li Maha's eyes looked at him. His right hand was slightly lowered, and his two fingers became slender, and he inserted it into Huang Jingxuan's chest!

Seeing that the second master was moving slowly, Han Yiming turned a blind eye to the fingertips of the two fingertips, he was so anxious that he was sweating. If he could, he would rush out and wave the sword to block him. But he saw a few sword lights coming out of Huang Jingxuan's wind-splitting sword and flying towards the two fingers. Han Yiming had just breathed, but he saw Jie Limaha's dry and thin gray-blue left hand also grabbed Huang Jingxuan!

At this time, the offensive between Zhao Haoyang and the Taoist Pingbo was still very fast. The Taoist Pingbo's Demon-Slaying Sword fell like raindrops, and Zhao Haoyang jumped and fell in the air. Every sword was slashed out, and the sword light was scattered and green light was diffused. Jie Limaha smiled, and the acrystal sword floating around transformed into thousands of curved lights like snakes in the air, blocking Zhao Haoyang and Pingbo Taoist Pingbo.

Jie Limaha held the Crystal knife in his left hand, slashed downwards, tearing his right hand in the air, and stretched his left hand towards the torn place. Han Yiming was very anxious. He stretched in and didn't know who was the one who grabbed it. If... he didn't dare to go down again, he became more anxious and murmured to himself. Suddenly, a "brush" sound behind him, a golden light lies in front of him. Mingyuan's sword had popped out of the sheath and floated in front of him!

Han Yiming raised his hand and held the hilt of the sword. For some reason, he could move at this time. As soon as he held the hilt of the sword, he felt that the hilt of the sword was tightly sucked by the hilt. A stream of heat flowed into the palm of his hand from the hilt of the sword. Suddenly, Mingyuan's sword "brushed" and flew upwards. Han Yiming held the hilt of the sword tightly with his right hand and was also taken into the air.

He stared at Jie Limahe below, and saw Jie Limahe also raised his head, and his eyes looked at him with red and green eyes. The golden light of Mingyuan sword suddenly fell down. The sword was so fast that Han Yiming couldn't help but feel a little dizzy. His head and feet were dragged by it. Jie Limahe's left hand was also retracted, raised his right hand and welcomed him upwards! Han Yiming gritted his teeth, reached out to hold the hilt of the sword, and hit him down!

Suddenly, he paused in the air. Jie Limaha's huge right hand grabbed the sword edge of Mingyuan's sword! Han Yiming was shocked. Mingyuan's sword was invincible. Jie Limaha's right hand was invincible. When the two strong men met, they froze in the air. Han Yiming used all his strength to press down. The Mingyuan sword in Jie Limaha's hand shone golden light, illuminating people's blindness. However, Jie Limaha's two eyes did not blink, staring at Mingyuan's sword and Han Yiming on the sword!

Han Yiming pressed down hard, and a clear cry resounded throughout the sky, a golden light escaped from the sword's edge, flowing brightly! Jie Limaha also opened his mouth and howled. As soon as he opened his mouth, the noisy whistling resounded all over the world. There were women's screams, men's screams, indistinguishable eager curses, and children's crying, mixed with the shrill sound of wind, and the "crackling" sound of fire when they swallowed firewood. Various sounds merged together, with a very loud sound, sweeping towards everyone!

Suddenly, the golden light that escaped from the sword of Mingyuan flew towards the sky like a big bird spreading its wings, and then pressed down again in a blink of an eye, flying around Jielimaha. A series of crisp and pleasant chirpings that resounded through the nine heavens pressed down Jielimaha's messy and crazy howling. Waiting for the whistlings disappeared, the golden light also disappeared. There was a little red light in Jielimaha's blue eyes. He looked at Han Yiming for a moment, and a mouthful of black mist sprayed on him.

Han Yiming felt a burst of flames sweeping across his face, his whole body was as if ten thousand needles were pricked, and it felt like he was burning everywhere, as if his whole body was burning, and it was hot and hot all around him, like a huge furnace, making his eyes, ears, mouth and nose sour, and even his heart was burning. A flame jumped from his heart and rushed out, his whole body was like firewood facing the fire, and it seemed like it was about to burn.

His eyes were dry, and even when his eyes turned, he was dry. He stared at Jie Limaha below, pressed all his strength on his shoulders, and pressed down the Mingyuan sword in his hand with force. He knew that his cultivation was so shallow that he could not be any more shallow, and he relied on Mingyuan's own spiritual power to compete with Jie Limaha, and he also knew that success or failure was in this way. Although his own power was insignificant, at the critical moment of life and death, no matter how small the spiritual power was, he would try his best!

The corners of the female face of Jie Lima's right face dropped, and her smile disappeared suddenly. The blood-red pupils narrowed and frowned. The male face on his left face became even more ferocious, with blue-gray skin and black lips, which made him feel very uncomfortable in his eyes. Suddenly Jie Lima's mouth opened, and another black mist sprayed on Han Yiming's face.

Han Yiming was about to be scorched before, and his heart was burning. At this time, he saw the black fog coming to his face with the heat that burned everything, and his subordinates pressed more and more tightly. For fear that he could not suppress it, Jie Lima jumped out from under Mingyuan Sword. If Qianjun Slash was a must-have move, then Jie Lima could resist it, which was beyond everyone's expectation. Han Yiming remembered that this move could only be used once, and he would press on the hilt of the sword and never relax! He watched the black fog pounce on his face with countless ferocious eyebrows!

Suddenly, a golden light flew out from him and Jie Limaha, colliding with the black mist, and it all turned into nothing. Jie Limaha had raised his left hand and grabbed Han Yiming. Han Yiming knew very well that if he was caught by his left hand, his right hand would be inserted into his chest in a blink of an eye, and he would die in front of him. But in this situation, he could not let go, and he would surrender, and he would be dead, and he would also implicate everyone. Without looking at the huge left hand that was getting closer and closer, he stared at Jie Limaha's right hand holding the sword's edge, and pressed down with all his strength!
Chapter completed!