readx;? Chen Rufeng's disciples were stunned for a moment, and then urged the mana again, and suddenly their aura flashed, and they all called at Han Yiming. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info Han Yiming waved the Mingyuan Sword, and the Mirui Resentful Spirit let out a scream, and a spiritual light overflowed from the Mingyuan Sword, circling around the field with a scream and then dispersed. The roof had long since been torn off, along with the four walls and the surrounding houses, and everyone in the field was dizzy in an instant, and those who had not cultivated well had fallen to the ground with their hands and feet twitching. Only Tan Zichao is still floating in the air, he has not changed, and he doesn't seem to be able to see everything in front of him.

Han Yiming looked at them coldly, they were enemies of themselves, and there was only one way to die. This is also the reason why Han Yiming was reluctant to do it for a long time, he slowly walked towards Tan Zichao, and walked in front of Tan Zichao, Tan Zichao was still motionless, Han Yiming said: "Do you want to kill me?" Tan Zichao heard but listened, Han Yiming was determined, and suddenly Xingchen's voice said in his heart: "Master, he has been extinguished." Han Yiming was taken aback and looked at Tan Zichao. He was still motionless, and the light that shone from him was still there. Han Yiming stretched out his hand and gently pushed Tan Zichao, and with his hand, Tan Zichao became transparent and disappeared without a trace.

And the red light was still there, and as soon as Han Yiming looked over, he saw that the magic circle under his feet was spinning, and a heavy number of characters were pressed against him. Although Han Yiming didn't know how powerful, he was extremely agile, and with a wave of Ming Yuan's sword, he smashed the characters that were forced in front of him. It's just that there are a lot of characters pressed, one character after another, at first Han Yiming waved the Mingyuan Sword and easily swept the characters away, but after a few characters, Han Yiming gradually felt that the characters were getting heavier and heavier, and even hit the Mingyuan Sword and felt that his hand was knocked into a faint pain. There were countless splashes of spiritual light from the characters that were swung away, and the blue dragon spirit shield flashed out, blocking all the splashed spiritual lights.

It's just that the characters are endless, more and more. Han Yiming was distracted, but as soon as he moved, he found that he had already been trapped by the magic circle under his feet, and he couldn't move his feet. Even if you want to leave in the air, you can't leave, the tiptoeing method seems to be useless, you can't let yourself be in the air, and gradually feel that even your legs are not your own.

At this time, Han Yiming knew how powerful this magic circle was. Even if he was trapped in this magic circle, many characters were still flying towards him one by one, getting heavier and heavier, and then swinging the sword dozens of times, he already felt that his hands were sore, but the force of the characters hitting him was getting bigger and bigger, and the sound of the spiritual power being dissipated hitting the spirit shield was getting louder and louder, and even made a "crackling" sound. Han Yiming didn't know what Xingchen was doing outside, even if he said that Pingbo was coming, it must be a big fight, so he didn't expect Xingchen to come to help.

But the characters came more and more, and Han Yiming couldn't dodge, so he could only swing the Mingyuan Sword to smash the characters. It's just that the more he goes to the back, the more sore and weak his hands become, but the characters are getting heavier and heavier, and even hitting him only makes his arm sore, and even the hilt of the sword becomes more and more unable to hold it. Han Yiming looked around, and the figures of Chen Rufeng's disciples gradually faded away, and they all disappeared. Chen Rufeng's disciples would never leave if they weren't silent, but they couldn't do without this magic circle.

At this time, he understood why Chen Rufeng's disciples knew that they were invincible and wanted to seek revenge on themselves, they were desperate to avenge the master's great revenge, Tan Zichao used the spiritual power of his own body to stimulate this magic circle, they were not defeated by themselves, but they couldn't break this magic circle, so they were also trapped and died here. This is the last resort method of revenge, but it is also their determination to take revenge.

Han Yiming was a little unbearable, although Chen Rufeng's disciples were not good at cultivation, their determination made him sigh. Looking up, a steady stream of characters was pressing towards him, and although Han Yiming had a blue dragon spirit shield, he felt overwhelmed after a long time. Suddenly, I felt that my hand was wet, and it turned out that the hand holding the sword was shattered, and the blood flowed all over my hand. Suddenly, Xingchen's voice said: "Don't drip blood, don't drop blood, hold the sword in both hands." Han Yiming held the sword in both hands, and wrapped the hilt of the sword in the sleeve of his left hand to prevent the blood from dripping.

He waved the sword in both hands, and gradually even his left hand became numb, between the rotation of the spirit shield, there were always characters that penetrated through, Han Yiming felt that his hands were numb every time he swung the sword, and his palms were spicy and painful, but he didn't expect that although Chen Rufeng's disciples were not outstanding, but this talisman array made him unable to move, if the stars didn't come today, wouldn't he be trapped alive and die in the middle?

Suddenly, there was a light above his head, and in the bright light, Xingchen flashed, holding a short sword with a flickering light in his hand, and as soon as he appeared, he said to Han Yiming: "Master, you wait a minute, I will break this formation." He lifted the short sword and swung it, and a spiritual light exploded under Han Yiming's limbs, Han Yiming only felt a shock under his feet, and a crack had been cracked, and the spiritual light flowed in that crack. Xingchen swung another sword, slicing the other side open. He moved quickly, and after swinging several swords, the magic circle around Han Yiming's body had been broken by him several times, and then Han Yiming saw that the magic circle below had been rotating, and when it turned, the spiritual light swam.

With a wave of Xingchen's hand, several white lotus talisman spiritual power appeared, gently rotating around him, and the characters that were pressed down could not penetrate his spiritual power and could not get close to him. He came with a smile and walked to Han Yiming's side, and even Han Yiming's protective spiritual power was protected. Han Yiming breathed a sigh of relief, seeing that the character could not hit in front of him, he felt that he could no longer lift his hand, and he was extremely sore, so he took the sword of Mingyuan and stood aside to breathe. With a wave of the Star Short Sword, there was a scream, and a white light flashed, cutting the spirit array open. His sword light was everywhere, and the aura no longer flickered. Han Yiming suddenly saw that a spiritual light appeared in the place where he had slashed, and that spiritual light was very familiar, the color was cold, and it seemed to be the spiritual power of the Green Frost Sword. The spiritual power of each sword is not similar, and Han Yiming has used two swords, so he remembers it very clearly.

Suddenly I remembered that night, which seemed like a dream, and the place where the stars were now in the circle was broken, and that was the place where the circle was broken. Han Yiming never expected that the spiritual power of the Qingshuang Sword could be left to this day, even such a magic circle could not dissipate the spiritual power at that time, and he watched quietly, unable to say a word. Xingchen slashed dozens of swords in a row before he stopped, his sword light was everywhere, and the spiritual power of the Qingshuang Sword appeared, and as the spiritual power of the Qingshuang Sword was revealed, the characters became fewer and fewer. Suddenly, Xingchen waved his hand, and the spiritual power of the white lotus appeared, went in all directions, and landed on the magic circle, the magic circle no longer rotated, and the spiritual light gradually dimmed. Xingchen stretched out his hand and said to Han Yiming: "Master, borrow your spiritual power." Han Yiming didn't know why, Xingchen had already put away the short sword, and his fingers were bitten into his mouth, and his fingertips overflowed white, and Han Yiming was stunned for a moment. He wiped the white on the palm of his other hand, stretched out that hand to Han Yiming and said, "Quick." Han Yiming also put two fingers into his mouth and bit it, and the fingertips spilled blood, dripping blood into his hands. Xingchen's fingers stirred in his palm, quickly wrote a few strokes in the palm of his hand, and then took out the short sword, pressed the palm of his hand on the sword, and threw the short sword, the short sword flew out like a flowing arrow, and landed in one place, and in an instant, the sword body rose with light, like mercury pouring to the ground, and scattered along the four sides of the magic circle. After a while, the magic circle was filled with the spiritual power emitted by the short sword, and the spiritual power dissipated, not only the characters were gone, but even the magic circle was gone.

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