The broken jade was like a black leaf, flying gently in front of the man. Both of them reached out to grab the broken jade, but hesitated and did not dare to start immediately. His eyes kept looking around. Han Yiming looked at Chen Ruofu, knowing that he was going to wait for an opportunity to come out. So he lowered his body and waited for the opportunity.

Lingxin was petite and delicate, and she was caught in the middle of the two, looking like she could not escape. She flashed gently and rushed into the air. Her movements were light, like a petal, floating into the air. The two of them didn't care at all, as if she had flew away, and they didn't care. They all looked at Liujinjiu, and all they wanted was Liujinjiu. Suddenly, the clothes on the shoulders of Cui bulged up and moved gently. Han Yiming calmed down for no reason and opened his eyes to him carefully.

A moment later, the clothes on the shoulders of Cui, cracked, and a pair of clenched fists stretched out from his shoulders! Han Yiming's body trembled. Is this person the one who strangled Senior Sister Su? The two hands stretched straight towards the spiritual heart in the air. The higher the spiritual heart, the longer they stretched. Han Yiming gritted his teeth and trembled all over. The murderer suddenly appeared in front of him, which was something he had not expected. At this time, he still remembered what Chen Ruofu said about waiting for the opportunity, flying up and standing in front of them.

He ruthlessly said, "It's you! You killed my senior sister Su!" He gritted his teeth, and even he heard the "Princess" gritting his teeth. The two were stunned and looked at him for a moment, and they were both happy: "Haha! Demon-killing disciple! It turns out that you are here, you are really looking for something without any effort! Since you are here, let's go with us!" The man named Cui suddenly reached out to Han.

Yiming grabbed it, and Han Yiming was prepared for a long time, so he dodged aside and said, "You killed my senior sister! Are you still doing evil?" He stretched out his other hands, and Han Yiming also flashed away. He was about to urge the sword on his back, but suddenly his back was heavy, as if he was pressed by a big stone. When he looked up, the man named Cui's hand stretched out from his back was two feet long. He stretched out from his shoulders into the air, but he fell from the air and pressed on his back.

Han Yiming didn't care about anything else. He summoned Mingyuan's sword in his hand, pointed it upwards, and chopped it upwards like a shadow-chasing wind sword like raindrops toward the hand that reached out above. The hand instantly shrank back, and the man named Wu said, "Ha, Lingshan disciple, always has that bad temper. What if it attracts many people now?"

The Cui said, "Not afraid, it will attract everyone to gain benefits. Take this kid first." Both of them made up their minds to take Han Yiming down and rushed towards him. Han Yiming raised his sword and was about to slash him hard. Suddenly, a white light flew past him. Han Yiming felt something and squeezed in. He looked closely and saw a slender body appearing in front of him. He looked up and looked up along the slender body. He saw that it was hanging from the air, with wide snow-white scales on his abdomen facing him. And its head was facing the Taoist named Cui! Although it was not clear, there were slim silks in the air, gently brushing, emitting a light of inspiration. The little dragon Lingwu turned into this. Han Yiming was stunned for a moment, and suddenly heard Chen Ruofu say below: "Run!" He suddenly woke up and took the sword and left!

As soon as he walked away, Lingwu opened his mouth and roared at the Taoist named Cui. This roar echoed throughout the world. Han Yiming felt a dullness in his ears and could not hear anything. His eyes turned dark, but fortunately it became clear in a moment. Although the Taoist named Cui was still standing in the air, it turned into ashes with this roar. Lingwu roared this time, twisted the dragon head over, and was terrified at the Taoist named Wu. He dared not stay any longer at this time, so he turned around and ran away. Han Yiming did not allow him to escape, and chased him with his sword.

His mind was thundering, but there was no sound in his ears, but he quickly chased the Taoist surnamed Wu. The Taoist surnamed Wu fled extremely quickly, and Han Yiming chased him slowly. When he was about to chase him, Han Yiming was about to cut him with a sword. Unpredictably, someone grabbed him. Han Yiming looked back and saw Chen Ruofu. He seemed to say something to Han Yiming. Han Yiming could only see his lips moving slightly, but he heard silently. Chen Ruofu reached out to point at the Taoist. Han Yiming then saw a black butterfly, which had already flown to his head. There were two white dots on the root of the wings of the black butterfly, broken jade!

Liujin was already very powerful, and broken jade was unusual. Han Yiming felt a little relieved. He stopped and saw broken jade flying over and stopped on the back of the Taoist man. For a moment, the Taoist man trembled, but he was not struggling. He flew slowly and slowly. Han Yiming was very strange and couldn't help but follow him to look. He trembled for a while and suddenly stopped moving! He stood in the air like a stone statue. Han Yiming and Chen Ruofu looked at each other, rushed forward, and walked around the Taoist man. Under the moonlight, his face was as gray as a dead gray, green, and even more strangely, a thin layer of frost formed on his head, with a slight white light on his head.

Han Yiming saw that he was motionless and was very strange. He couldn't help but reach out and touch his head. It would be fine if he didn't touch him. When he touched him, he felt like he had touched a large piece of ice, and his fingertips were so cold that he felt like he was cold. He couldn't help but say, "Ah, he got cold." Chen Ruofu said something to him, but he still couldn't hear it. He rubbed his ears hard, but he still couldn't hear the sound. Chen Ruofu pulled him to stand a little, flew to the ground, picked up a thick branch, and hit the Taoist named Wu.

The Taoist named Wu was hit by the branch and broke into several pieces, falling to the ground one after another. The broken jade stopped on his back for a moment, and froze him to ice! Han Yiming watched the fragments fall, turned around, and Chen Ruofu pulled him away. The purple clothes in Lingxin in front of him fluttered gently, and Han Yiming suddenly became lighter. They all followed the Taoist Pingbo to the Lingshan Mountain. Han Yiming hated him to the core, but unexpectedly, there were two people missing. They died. Han Yiming was not happy. Their death could not be exchanged for the existence of Lingshan, and they could not return the dead senior sister and uncle. But his heart became lighter, as if a big stone in his heart had been moved away.

He didn't listen to the sound for a night, but he couldn't sleep. He sat on the side, with Lingwu's amazing roar and the unsightly stop of the shattered Yu, and his heart was really peaceful. Ding Wu had already fallen asleep, Qing Zhubiao had also slept very heavily, and Lingxin didn't know where to hide. The two senior brothers took turns to sleep, only him, with his eyes open until dawn. He couldn't hear what the senior brothers said, and he stopped talking. Linggu sat on the side, silently.
Chapter completed!