After a while, the Mingyuan sword was bright and transparent. Han Yiming was a little farther away. He saw that the Mingyuan sword was as clear as a gem. Through the sword body, you could see the bright color behind the sword, which was filled with halo. At this time, the Pingbo Taoist Man had covered his left hand in front of him to resist the omnipotent luster. The Mingyuan sword was still as bright as a burning flame, becoming brighter and brighter. Even the halo around him slowly expanded, filling the spiral of the Pingbo Taoist Man.

Suddenly a ray of light broke through the halo and pierced the sky. The spiral of the Taoist Pingbo quietly turned into vanish. Stars appeared on the dark sky, and even the bushes that were stacked in the darkness, like swords and axes, were also presented under his feet. The spiral suddenly disappeared, and Han Yiming was stunned and overjoyed.

The Taoist Pingbo had long disappeared. Han Yiming felt that his body was falling. Before he could bow his head, there was a "crackling" sound of breaking sound at his feet. A branch slammed his legs and he had fallen into the bushes. He fell too fast, breaking countless branches. Some branches were not so thick, and were all broken by his falling momentum. Han Yiming did not care about the pain in his body and was silently reciting the sword-controlling technique in his heart. Suddenly, he saw the small package two meters away from him, and was also falling to the ground. This little baby fell from the sky. It would be strange if he didn't fall to death! Without getting enough to eat with his left hand, he turned around and pointed to the package. A golden light flashed in front of his eyes and flew towards the package.

With a "bang", Han Yiming's vest fell to the ground, and his head and limbs also hit the ground hard. His eyes were dark, and his whole body was so painful that he even felt pain in his internal organs. His throat was fishy and sweet, and he spit out a mouthful of blood. He was injured. Then another thing fell on him. Han Yiming's eyes were dark for a while before he gradually became clear. He first heard the "quacking" cry, and he barely struggled to straighten his upper body. He saw that the little package fell on his body was the small package. The baby was closing his eyes and opening his mouth to cry. For a moment, his whole body relaxed and breathed out. He could not support him. He fell back and fainted on the ground.

Not long after, Han Yiming opened his eyes and heard the little baby lying on him, shouting loudly, not hurting. But there was still darkness in front of him, and he moved. Fortunately, he didn't move, but when he moved, his body felt very painful. Han Yiming looked around and disappeared from the figure of the Pingbo Taoist, and his concern was slightly relieved. He lay on the ground for a while, struggling to get up. As soon as he sat up, he felt a fishy smell in his throat, and he couldn't help but bend down and vomit blood. He fell from a high place and asked Mingyuan Sword to pick up the little baby, but he was so angry that he vomited blood. Without those broken branches blocking him, he would have broken his spine even if he didn't fall to death.

Fortunately, he was young, although he fell heavily, he had no worries about his life. He just couldn't stand up for a moment, sat on the ground for a while, and held the baby in his arms. He saw him put his fingers on his mouth and ate them. He still couldn't hold it with energy. He looked up and down again. The wrapped swaddle was not damaged, obviously not injured. He gritted his teeth and barely stood up while holding the baby, but saw the Mingyuan sword landing not far from him. At this time, he saw Mingyuan sword again, and he couldn't say anything at ease.

Suddenly the sky in the woods lit up, and two lights flew towards him from different directions. Han Yiming was plotted against by Taoist Pingbo first, and was shocked, and was about to recite the sword technique. The two figures had already fallen from the sky and landed in front of him. Both of them were wearing plain clothes and long swords on their backs. They were Sima Lingyi and Du Qingfeng.

As soon as Sima Lingyi landed, he quickly walked over and helped him and said, "Junior brother, what's wrong with you? Are you injured? How are you injured?" He looked at the swaddling clothes in his hand and sighed: "Fortunately you found it!" Du Qingfeng said, "We have been looking for it for a long time. First, we saw the guide talisman leading the way. Later, the guide talisman jumped around, leading us to run around. Even the uncles were anxious, and we thought it was difficult to find it. And you, the guide talisman was messed up, and everyone followed it and ran to the same place, and you were the only one who was not there. Uncle Master said you were the youngest and had no experience. If you encounter any accidents, you don't know how to deal with it. Why do you have to be alone and not follow us? You can follow any one behind, as long as you don't run away alone!" Although he was a little bit a little blamed, his concern came from the heart.

A word woke Han Yiming up. At this moment, he was most afraid of the Taoist Pingbo turned back. He had seen the methods of Taoist Pingbo. He knew that he was right. If it weren't for the Mingyuan Sword, he would have been locked in the whirlwind that no one knew. He was too busy to say anything else to his senior brothers, so he said first: "Senior brother, let's go, go back first!"

Sima Lingyi said, "Okay. Why are you injured? Can't you control the sword? Follow me." As he said that, he looked around, picked up Mingyuan's sword, handed it in his hand. He carried the baby over and handed it to Du Qingfeng, summoned the Jinqing sword, grabbed Han Yiming's arm, and led him up to the ground.

Standing behind Sima Lingyi, Han Yiming still felt that there was no pain in his back, abdomen, waist, and shoulders. Even if he bent down and stood behind his senior brother, he needed to use all his strength to stand. Sima Lingyi was flying faster than him. Moreover, Sima Lingyi's hundreds of years of cultivation had become more and more flexible and did not fly very high. The night wind that was rushing towards him was not cold, but it still made Han Yiming unable to open his eyes. He turned around, but Du Qingfeng flew very smoothly behind him, holding the little baby, always following only two feet behind them. Du Qingfeng held the baby with one hand, and the sleeve of the other hand covered the baby's face.

But for a moment, there was a little fire in front of him. Sima Lingyi flew straight down, and the dilapidated village was already in front of him. Han Yiming had already seen two white lights flying from afar, and there was no worry about safety and no worries. The little baby also returned here. He had no worries in his heart, his eyes turned black, his feet became soft, and his body fell down.
Chapter completed!