The disciples under Chen Rufeng's sect were stunned and activated their magic power again. Suddenly, the light of spirit flashed and they all came to Han Yiming. Han Yiming waved the Mingyuan Sword, and Mi Rui's resentful spirit roared. A spiritual light overflowed from the Mingyuan Sword, and circled around the field with a sharp roar and then dispersed. The roof had long been lifted away, and even the four walls and the surrounding houses were gone. In an instant, everyone in the field was dizzy, and they had fallen to the ground with poor cultivation and twitching hands and feet. Only Tan Zichao was still floating in the air. He had no change, and he seemed to be unable to see anything in front of him.

Han Yiming looked at them coldly. They were only dead when they were enemies of him. This was also because Han Yiming was reluctant to take action for a long time. He slowly walked towards Tan Zichao and walked to Tan Zichao. Tan Zichao was still motionless. Han Yiming said, "Do you still want to kill me?" Tan Zichao ignored him. Han Yiming determined, and suddenly the voice of Xingchen said in his heart: "Sect Master, he is gone." Han Yiming was shocked and looked at Tan Zichao. He was still motionless, and the light emitted from his body remained. Han Yiming stretched out his hand and gently pushed Tan Zichao. With his hand, Tan Zichao became transparent and disappeared without a trace.

The red light was still there. Han Yiming just looked over and saw the magic circle under his feet rotating, and many characters were pressing towards him. Although Han Yiming didn't recognize it, he was extremely agile. With a wave of Mingyuan Sword, he smashed the characters that were forced into front of him to pieces. However, there were many characters pressed over, and one character followed a character. At first, Han Yiming waved the Mingyuan Sword and easily swung the characters open. However, after several characters, Han Yiming gradually felt that the characters were pressing heavier and heavier, and even hit the Mingyuan Sword, he felt that his hand was hit and painful. The characters swept away countless spiritual lights splashed, and the blue dragon spirit shield flashed out, blocking the splashed spiritual light.

But the characters were endless and more. Han Yiming was determined to walk, but as soon as he moved, he realized that his feet had been trapped by the magic circle and could not move his feet. Even if he wanted to leave in the air, he could not. The method of entering in the air seemed to have no effect, and he could not let himself take in the air. He gradually felt that his legs were not his own.

At this time, Han Yiming realized the power of this magic circle. Even if he was trapped in this magic circle, many characters were still flying towards him one by one, becoming heavier and heavier. He waved the sword dozens of times and felt his hands were already struggling. The force of the character hitting the spiritual power was getting bigger and bigger. The sound of the spiritual power hitting the spiritual shield was getting louder and louder, and even made a "crackling" sound. Han Yiming didn't know what Xingchen was outside, so he said that Pingbo was coming, and it must have been a big fight, so he did not expect Xingchen to come to help.

But more and more characters came. Han Yiming could not dodge, so he could only wave the Mingyuan sword to smash the characters into pieces. However, the more he went to the back, the more he felt sore and weak in his hands, while the characters became heavier and heavier. Even when he hit him, his arms were sore and numb that he could not even hold the hilt of the sword. Han Yiming looked around, and Chen Rufeng's disciples gradually faded away, and they were all silent. Chen Rufeng's disciples would never have left if they were not Nirvana, but he could not have left this magic circle.

Only then did he understand why Chen Rufeng's disciples knew they were defeated and wanted to take revenge on their own. They fought to avenge their great revenge. Tan Zichao used his entire body's spiritual power to stimulate this magic circle. They were unable to defeat him, but they could not break the magic circle, so they were trapped here too. This was the last resort, but they were also their determination to take revenge.

Han Yiming felt a little reluctant. Although Chen Rufeng's disciples had poor cultivation, their determination made him sigh. He looked up and saw a steady stream of characters pressing towards him. Although Han Yiming had a blue dragon spirit shield, he felt overwhelmed after a long time. Suddenly, his hands were wet. It turned out that the tiger's mouth was shattered and blood was flowing all over his hands. Suddenly, Xingchen's voice said: "President, don't drip blood, hold the sword in both hands." Han Yiming held the sword in both hands, wrapped the hilt of the sword in his left sleeve, so that the blood would not drip.

He waved his sword in both hands, and gradually even his left hand became numb. As the spirit shield turned, characters always penetrated directly. Han Yiming felt his hands numb and his palms were sore whenever he waved his sword. Unexpectedly, although the disciples under Chen Rufeng were not outstanding, this talisman formation made him unable to move. If the stars did not come today, wouldn't he be trapped and died of death?

Suddenly, the top of his head lit up, and the bright light flashed, Xingchen flashed, and he held a short sword with a flash of light in his hand. As soon as he appeared, he said to Han Yiming: "Sect Master, wait a moment, I will break this formation." He raised the short sword and waved it, and a light exploded under Han Yiming's limbs. Han Yiming felt that his feet were shaking, and a crack had already been cracked. The spiritual light flowed in the crack. Xingchen swung out another sword, cutting a thread on the other side. He moved quickly. After several swords, the magic circle around Han Yiming had broken several channels. Now Han Yiming saw that the magic circle below was rotating. When it was rotating, the spiritual light was swimming.

Xingchen waved his hand, and several white lotus protective spiritual power appeared and spiraled around him. The heavily pressed characters could not penetrate his spiritual power, and could not get close to him. He smiled and walked to Han Yiming. The protective spiritual power even Han Yiming came in. Han Yiming breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing that the characters could not hit him, he felt that his hand could no longer be lifted. It was so sour and numb. He took the Mingyuan sword and stood on the side to breathe. Xingchen dagger swung, and a scream, a white light flashed, which had cut the spiritual array open. His sword light was everywhere, and the spiritual light no longer flashed. Han Yiming suddenly saw a spiritual light coming from where he was slashing, and the spiritual light looked familiar and cold, just like the spiritual power of the Qingshuang sword. The spiritual power of each sword was not similar. Han Yiming had used two swords, so he remembered it clearly.

Suddenly I remembered that night that looked like a dream but not a dream. Xingchen was now at the magic array, where the magic array was broken. Han Yiming never expected that the spiritual power of the Qingshuang Sword could be retained until now. Even such a magic array could not dissipate the spiritual power at that time. Looking quietly, he couldn't say a word. Xingchen slashed dozens of swords in a row, and then stopped. His sword light was everywhere, and the spiritual power of the Qingshuang Sword appeared. As the spiritual power of the Qingshuang Sword was exposed, the characters were fewer and fewer. Suddenly, Xingchen waved his hand, and the white lotus spiritual power appeared, leaving all directions and landed on the magic array. The magic array no longer rotated, and the spiritual light gradually became darker. Xingchen stretched out his hand and said to Han Yiming: "President, borrow your spiritual power." Han Yiming didn't understand why,
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