Seven, Xu Ziwei

Ping Bo sneered: "Little bastard, do you think you can escape from your own hands today? I'll just capture you today without any help. Your spiritual mountain is gone long ago. You empty-headed palm, there is no need to stay." Han Yiming also sneered:

"You have abandoned your former master and have stayed until now, and I want to stay even more." Pingbo laughed loudly, with a ferocious face: "Stay? If you have the ability, then stay. I won't destroy your spirit and body today.

, How can I still live?" Han Yiming also laughed loudly: "According to this, you have no intention of living for a long time. You will never be able to beat me to the point of being completely destroyed. You will never be able to do so."

Pingbo was furious and moved his mouth faster. Ever since Han Yiming knew that he was reciting a spell, he had paid very careful attention to it. But for some reason, the flash of light on Pingbo's black peach wood sword was the same as before, with no intention of speeding up.

Han Yiming thought to himself: "Could it be that he wants to make a big spell? It's like a spell like Qianjun Zhan, so it can't be done quickly." Thinking of this, his heart tightened. Pingbo was already very difficult to deal with today. He

If he really made a big spell, he would most likely not be his opponent. He might really beat him to pieces. Han Yiming no longer cared about life and death. If he wasn't Lingshan Palm, he was repeatedly warned by his brothers.

You must survive so that you can be hostile to Pingbo in the future, so that Lingshan can have the possibility of making a comeback. You have already fought to the death with Pingbo. It is naturally best to die with Pingbo. If not, at least fight Pingbo.

I don’t dare to be so arrogant and domineering anymore.

It was urgent at this time, and Han Yiming thought to himself: "What should I do? I can never lose to this evil person." Suddenly an idea came to him. If he uses his ** curse, can I not also use Qianjun Kill?

? Thousand Jun Slash is the most difficult spell that Han Yiming has learned, and he does not practice it on weekdays. This kind of spell is not used every day, and Han Yiming is not a green bamboo standard, so he has never used Qian Jun Slash repeatedly.

When I became anxious about practicing, I naturally thought of this killer move.

Han Yiming calmed down. Sima Lingyi once taught him how to apply spells on his fingers, and he learned it right then. At this time, his fingers were uncertain, and the green frost sword had already emitted cold light, and he swung it straight towards Pingbo. But he began to think silently about Qianjun in his heart.

The formula for killing. The formula for Qianjun Zhan was just a few words to him. After a while, he had recited it at least hundreds of times. Except for the light of the sword chasing the wind, there was no other movement. Ping bo

The spiritual light on the Taoist's black mahogany sword was tightly restrained, and it only revolved around him and did not hit him.

It was at this time that Han Yiming knew that he was right. After he recited Qianjunzhan, the Ruying Chasing Wind Sword was no longer as sharp as before. He no longer chased one sword after another, and the Ice Cluster Frost 1a Green-Sword Light

They all slowly drew inward and circled around him, just like Pingbo. Han Yiming stared at Pingbo closely. Today was a life and death battle. His sword light could not penetrate to kill Pingbo.

I don’t know if Pingbo’s sword light can penetrate Ruying Zhuifeng’s sword light and force it in to kill him. But one thing is unquestionable, that is, whoever completes this ** technique first will win. It’s a critical moment.

The killing didn't come at will. Han Yiming was a little anxious and had to try his best to calm down. But seeing that there was not much movement on Pingbo's side, he knew that his magic would not be able to be done for a while, and he felt a little more at ease.

He concentrated on dealing with Pingbo, and he could no longer distract He Sansi. Although He Sansi always said that his spells were not good, Pingren hadn't surrounded him until now, so his spells couldn't be wrong.

Where to go.

After withdrawing his mind, Han Yiming felt at ease. Now it was up to him to see who could succeed in the spell first. Whoever succeeded first would have a chance of winning. Both of them were concentrating on casting spells. The mantra of Qianjunzhan rolled through Han Yiming's mind.

With his eyes fixed on Pingbo, he didn't know when he would be able to achieve it, but as long as Pingbo made any change, Han Yiming would be the first to take action. The tit-for-tat confrontation with Pingbo was no longer the same thing, and Han Yiming knew that as long as he was a little bit

If anyone hesitates, he will lose to Pingbo. He has to strike first. Suddenly, Pingbo cursed: "Little bastard, if you want to defeat me with a spell, go ahead and be your mother's wife, Lin Dameng."

At this moment, Han Yiming's heart was filled with thoughts of a critical moment. There was no way to argue with him about this. He just pretended that he had never heard it.

Pingbo sneered: "Your spells are useless." Han Yiming didn't answer, but heard someone from the far horizon saying loudly: "Who said the spells of my Lingshan Palm are useless?" A man flew from the horizon holding a long sword, and in the blink of an eye,

He had flown to Han Yiming's side, turned around, and faced Pingbo. This man was wearing a green robe, and he had wind-scarred hands and a long sword pointed at Pingbo. His eyes were also staring at Pingbo, but it was Xu Zi.

He came suddenly. Han Yiming was stunned for a moment, paused, opened his mouth, but said nothing. Ping Bo raised his head, looked at Xu Ziwei with his eyes, and sneered: "It turns out that

It's you, haven't you left Lingshan a long time ago? Do you think those who have left Lingshan are also considered Lingshan disciples?"

Xu Ziwei did not look back at Han Yiming. After a moment, he said: "I have never left Lingshan. I am a disciple of Lingshan. Now, in the future, even if it disappears in the future, I will also be a disciple of Lingshan." His voice was not high.

, but he said it very decisively. Han Yiming was not moved, but just looked at it coldly. He had already hardened his heart, and he would not be moved by these words at this time. He could only think about it in his heart. Ping Bo

The Taoist looked Xu Ziwei up and down, and finally said: "You don't have much eyesight, and you are just working in the sect that is at the end of its rope. Why don't you come to my Wanxu Temple? I can make your cultivation further. Your qualifications

, I appreciate it very much, don’t hope that this kid can turn over. You are knowledgeable, why bother walking in the dark on the same road?" Ping Bo gave Han Yiming a very vicious and contemptuous look. Yes.

His contempt for Lingshan was also a sign that he was going to kill him.

Xu Ziwei said coldly: "I don't need to worry about it, Taoist Master. I have made up my mind. I am a disciple of Lingshan and I will fight for Lingshan Palm. If the Taoist Master has any tricks, just use them against me. If you want to harm me, Lingshan Palm,

I will fight to the death. The Taoist priest stepped on me and then came to seek my palm." Pingbo sneered: "You are really insulting him, he doesn't think you are my friend, and you risk your life to protect him? In this world, no matter what,

No one is as wet as you." Xu Ziwei's face remained motionless and he ignored Ping Bo's words, but the sword in his hand flashed brighter and brighter. f
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