Eight, rewind

Xu Ziwei threw the sword in his hand towards the air, and the sword changed with the wind, becoming soft and the sword was sharp. He circled around Xu Ziwei and flew towards Pingbo. Pingbo sneered repeatedly, and the curse in his hand changed, and the spiritual light on the spade wood sword overflowed, blocking Xu Ziwei's sword. Xu Ziwei's sword broke through four or five spiritual lights of Pingbo in succession. Every time he broke the spiritual light, it would slow down slightly, and eventually it slowed down. Pingbo sneered: "Why do you have to come out to embarrass people?" Xu Ziwei seemed to have never heard of the gestures, so that the sword would break through Pingbo's protection and penetrate directly into the ground to death. How could Pingbo not know? He just sneered repeatedly, changing the gestures, and the spiritual lights came out from his spade wood sword, becoming brighter and brighter. Later, it turned out like a light banner, blocking Xu Ziwei's sword.

Pingbo said coldly: "You little bastard, you are not a good person who wants to hurt my life at any time. Look at how I beat you to destroy your spirit and body today, see if you still become a good disciple of Lingshan." Xu Ziwei said lightly: "The Taoist master is a hundred times better than me, and he is an elder, and he has a lot of connection with my master. When we meet on weekdays, we are all courteous. But now it is not the same as the Taoist master attacks me, Lingshan disciple, and I will naturally be blocked in front of me. I have offended you. Even if the Taoist master beat me to pieces and my spirit and body, I am also a Lingshan disciple. I was sorry that the master was too late to regret it now, and I will not be distracted. Even if the Taoist master killed me immediately, I will not change it. I am a Lingshan disciple, and after all, a Lingshan disciple."

Xu Ziwei's face was as calm as before. Although he was talking, he was fully focused and wanted to penetrate his sword through the light columns and stab him straight to Pingbo. However, Pingbo's light curtains became thicker and thicker. Xu Ziwei's sword was topped on the light columns, and the sword's tip was flashing. Although it seemed extremely sharp, it could only penetrate into it little by little.

Han Yiming glanced at both sides and saw that Pingbo was entangled with He Sansi. I don’t know what method He Sansi used. Pingbo’s people were obviously entangled by him. Wherever Han Yiming’s eyes went, the spiritual light of their peach wood sword was overwhelming, but He Sansi’s figure was not seen. Looking back, Pingbo held a spell in his hands and was lying and chanting, and had already blocked several light banners before Xu Ziwei’s sword, so that Xu Ziwei’s sword could not penetrate. Xu Ziwei’s sword was also a Lingshan sword, but when he came to Pingbo, he could not move him at all.

Xu Zi said that the direction of the sword changed. His sword surrounded Pingbo like lightning and stabbed him with a sword. A light banner appeared out of thin air behind Pingbo, blocking his sword. Han Yiming could see clearly that this light banner was the one that had blocked Pingbo before. Pingbo came out in one breath, and then one of his sword suddenly came behind him and protected him. Although Han Yiming had never seen such a magic, he knew that Pingbo was so powerful. Pingbo was like his disciples.

He was much more powerful before. I wonder where Pingbo's so-called power came from? Han Yiming never believed that his disciples wrote talismans on his back. Although Han Yiming didn't know much, he also knew that writing talismans must be written by a master who was better than himself, otherwise it would be useless if the title was written. The neighbors in the countryside had long said this, so his heart was very confused about Pingbo's power. But at this time it was not the moment of thinking, and his heart could only recite the thousand-pound slash over and over again.

Suddenly, the black spade wood sword of Pingbo lit up, and Han Yiming felt a huge force pulling him. The four light columns of Pingbo expanded outwards, and instantly they became a circle to wrap Han Yiming and Xu Ziwei. Suddenly, the sea breeze, the sunshine and the blue sky were gone, and the coldness came. Han Yiming's Qingshuang sword became colder and more unexpectedly heavy. Han Yiming knew something was wrong, and Qianjun slashed the short spell and rolled around his heart.

The light around him became weaker and weaker, but Pingbo's body was getting brighter and brighter. Xu Ziwei was already a little bit unable to support him. His sword was separated by Pingbo, and he was separated from him. Pingbo looked at Han Yiming, his mouth moved slightly, his fingers changed. Han Yiming felt that his body was light and there was nowhere to focus. Pingbo seemed to be very far away and very close, and he was moving slightly. Wu-Wuxiang Bao Mirror disappeared. When Pingbo's light column came straight, the treasure mirror and Lian 1a disappeared. What's even more terrifying is that the sword cluster on the Qingshuang sword, which was originally cold, slowly disappeared. No matter how Han Yiming knocked on the hilt of the sword, the Qingshuang sword disappeared.

Han Yiming looked around and was already empty. He suddenly remembered that he had been plotted against by Pingbo when he entered Lingshan. Pingbo had a unique skill called yaw. On that day, he was shallow in his Taoism, but he fell into his yaw and could not move. Now that he had made progress, Pingbo still used this yaw to cover himself. Suddenly, what Pingbo said that even his master had no way to unlock this yaw. This time, he heard from He Sansi that Nankan could not make a barrier before. Could this yaw be not included in the magic barrier? Suddenly, he saw Pingbo lit up behind him, and a mirror shone light. Han Yiming looked at that place immediately and saw a green-bronze mirror hanging behind Pingbo, slightly rising and falling with Pingbo's movement. Characters rolled over from time to time

It was not the first time Han Yiming saw this bronze mirror. He cut a crack in the bronze mirror with his own hands. Therefore, when he saw the bronze mirror again, he immediately remembered it. Pingbo didn't know what he did on the bronze mirror. The characters on the bronze mirror appeared from time to time, all of which were difficult and strange words that Han Yiming couldn't understand, but they were the same characters that he had seen in the secret room in front of the Wanxu Temple Hall. Han Yiming looked at the characters on the bronze mirror carefully, which was also an ink pen and a red one.

The pen, plus a golden lacquer handwriting, took a lot of effort to chase him. Therefore, he used all the means he could. With so many thoughts, it was not impossible to force a barrier here. It seems that he was determined to kill him here. Han Yiming, who was here, couldn't help but sneer when he thought of this: "Do you want to lock me up if you go round? Your go round could not lock me up three years ago. Do you think you can lock me up three years later?"

Pingbo sneered and didn't say a word. The faster the gesture changed, the faster the seven-ring treasure mirror behind him was also the words on the four treasure light mirrors. I think Pingbo was very anxious to activate the magic. Han Yiming said this, and stopped talking, but just slashed Qianjun in his mind and thought about it. At this time, it was no longer a fight for the win or loss, but a desperate struggle. Pingbo wanted to lock himself in this whirlwind, even if he tried his best to go out. If he was really locked up, he would definitely be bound by his fellow seniors.

At the end of the year, I have been busy with work and the update cannot be normal. Please forgive me. After the end of the year, it will be updated normally.
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