Xingchen said: That's it. We just chopped it like this. He cut eighteen swords in one go, but the hole didn't go deeper. Han Yiming helped him count, and he was very puzzled. Xingchen kept stopping and chopping eighteen swords again. The hole was cut in an inch. Han Yiming counted, Xingchen never stopped cutting another thirty-six swords again, and cut in an inch. Now Han Yiming understood that cutting divine trees is based on nine, but every time he cut in, he wanted to cut in, the number of chops would double. After thinking about this, Han Yiming couldn't help but look at how thick the divine trees were. How could it be cut down? Can Xingchen really cut down?

Thinking about it, Xingchen had cut dozens of times and cut in an inch. Xingchen was not slow to cut it down, but in Han Yiming's eyes, he really didn't know when the tree was going to be cut down. Suddenly, Han Yiming's vest tightened, as if he was peeping behind his back. Han Yiming turned around and couldn't see anything. Looking at Xingchen again, he was swaying his sword to cut the divine wood. Han Yiming couldn't let it go. He looked around for a while and saw nothing strange, but he felt a little worried. Will his spiritual power be exhausted if Xingchen cuts down like this? What would his spiritual power look like if he exhausts his power? Will he be like an ordinary person after his power is exhausted? Will he be easily killed? Thinking of this, he shivered and became more and more careful.

But at this moment, his vest became even more nervous and cold sweat came out. Han Yiming looked around again, but still saw nothing. Han Yiming calmed down, found a place to sit down, Ning Xin calmed down, and then slowly opened his eyes. The situation in front of him had changed, and the dazzling aura disappeared. Xingchen was a shiny spirit body, holding a sword that shined with a sparkling light, and could not stop at the divine tree with full of energy in front of him. Han Yiming calmed down at this time, and looked around again, a pair of ferocious eyes appeared, staring at him beside Xingchen. Han Yiming recognized these eyes as soon as he saw it, it was Pingbo!

Recognizing his eyes, Han Yiming looked around again, but he didn't see Pingbo's figure. He became worried. Since Pingbo appeared here, he would definitely not return empty-handed. He could not peek at Lingshan now. When Lingshan disciples left Lingshan, he would definitely find a way to peek. Although he didn't know what method he used, he would definitely hinder Lingshan. However, Han Yiming didn't know when he would appear. Fortunately, he would not be beaten by him! Turning back to look at the stars, he used his sword like the wind, and he had cut a large gap in the sacred tree.

Han Yiming was surprised that Xingchen took action so quickly. He looked at him carefully, but saw that Xingchen's actions had countless same movements. It seemed that he had not only two hands, but many hands. Not only his hands, but also many swords. Therefore, when he cut up each sword, the magical movement was also cut, and the divine wood was as if it had been hit by dozens of swords! Xingchen cut a few more swords, just like dozens of swords chopping on the divine wood. But now, it was no longer possible to cut dozens of swords, and it would take hundreds of swords to cut in. Xingchen's vest had a watermark, and sweat beads were dripping from his little face. Even if he cut in this way, it would be very spiritually exhausting.

After cutting dozens of swords, he had cut the divine wood halfway. At first, there were not so many swords, and the break was small. In the blink of an eye, it would take thousands of swords to cut. The further he went, the harder it was to cut open. Xingchen's movements became slower and slower, and the more swords he transformed into, the cracks he cut were much bigger. Han Yiming was unhappy. Although Xingchen's spiritual power was high, if he cut it like this, he would see more and more shadows coming, and the faster his spiritual power was consumed. Han Yiming really admired his five bodies

When he threw himself into the ground, he could not think of such a magic. Although he was slow, every sword cut down, more and more sword shadows fell on the divine wood. Only such magic can cut down the divine wood. Therefore, there are so few people who have the idea of ​​divine wood and cannot get it, so they can only think that it does not exist. Although Han Yiming did not understand what the purpose of divine wood is, looking at the spiritual power of the divine wood growth, he also knew that everyone wanted this divine wood, but few people could get it.

Xingchen's movements are getting slower and slower, and he transforms into more and more sword shadows. The more sword shadows, the slower his movements are. Although his movements are slower, the more sword shadows fall on the divine tree with each sword cut. I don't know if anyone else can cut the divine tree like this besides Xingchen. Han Yiming also looked around carefully. Pingbo's figure is still not there, but his eyes are staring at the stars. Han Yiming also calmed down and sat cross-legged on the side. If Pingbo wants the mantis to pounce on the cicada and the oriole is behind, he must be very careful not to let him be punished. Xingchen cuts down like this and cuts down the divine tree. Does he still have spiritual power to deal with Pingbo? But it is difficult to cut the divine wood like this. After cutting it down, it is impossible to say how much spiritual power there is in Xingchen. Pingbo must be raising his energy and waiting for the opportunity to deal with Xingchen. If he is not careful at this time, Xingchen will suffer a great loss. Han Yiming looked around and then calmed down and lowered his head to calm down. It is strange that when he calmed down, Pingbo's figure appeared. His figure was blurry, and there seemed to be someone walking around. Han Yiming sat for a while, and he could hear it more clearly. There was someone talking where Pingbo was, but the sound was very familiar, and it was Song Chuqun.

Pingbo would never bring Song Shuqun here. It would be okay for Song Shuqun to make trouble, but a fight would never be possible. If Pingbo brought him here, he would definitely be the one who dragged him back. Could it be Pingbo not? He was in Wanxu Temple? But if he really wouldn't show up, no one would be sure. How could Pingbo hate Lingshan? If he wanted to destroy Lingshan, he had to kill Xingchen first. Xingchen was here, so he could not destroy Lingshan. Although Han Yiming would not look at him destroy Lingshan, Xingchen's spiritual power was the one that Pingbo was most afraid of. He would definitely find an opportunity to meet Xingchen, so although he was not here, he had to be very careful. Yi. Xingchen's movements became slower and slower, as if the short sword in his hand was as heavy as a thousand pounds. Every time he waved it, it was a little slower than before, but there were more and more sword shadows. Each sword was cut up like a hundred swords at the same time. Even so, the hole he cut under the divine tree became bigger and bigger. Han Yiming was really impressed by his spiritual power, and it seemed that nothing could stump him. He seemed to know everything. Such spiritual power was rare in the world. Therefore, Han Yiming also understood why so many colleagues were very envious of Lingshan. Even though Lingshan was no longer as good as before, the colleagues who came to join him were yearning for Lingshan.
Chapter completed!