Huang Jingxuan held the Fengjian Sword in his right hand, and drew a circle in the air with his left hand, then buckled the sword, pointed out, and a light golden luster came out of the sword body, flew forward, but only flew out about one meter, and then formed a circle on the spot. Huang Jingxuan kept buckled the Fengjian Sword with his left hand and bounced outward. He flickered the golden light and flew forward, following the first little golden light, and kept setting circles.

At the beginning, every time he tucked the sword, a golden light popped up and popped it out. The golden light followed the previous golden light. Later, he bounced it casually, and the golden lights popped up were already countless tiny golden lights, and they followed. After those big golden lights, like the long tail of a beautiful comet, more and more golden lights gathered over, and the long tail became more and more dazzling. Although it was daytime at this time, Jie Limaha came with a darkness. It was no longer sunny, but it was not a dark night. But the golden lights that Huang Jingxuan popped out were dazzling. The golden light gathered more and more, and even the gloom around was illuminated a lot.

Jielimaha still walked towards them slowly. As the black under his feet spread, a burnt smell rushed to everyone's noses. In a blink of an eye, everyone felt that the surroundings were getting hot. The original damp heat suddenly turned dry and hot. Han Yiming looked left and right and left, and the senior brothers were on their own alert, no longer standing on the sword, but floating in the air with the long sword in hand. The sword light flashed on each long sword, and they were ready to go!

Suddenly, Sima Lingyi flew to him and said to him: "Junior brother, let's change to holding a sword in hand! Jie Limaha is very powerful, I'm afraid we can't fight it. Holding a sword in hand can also fly in the air. Use the corresponding fingers to hit the hilt of the sword, and it can also make you feel comfortable! If he is not good for you, you can still swing your sword to resist!"

Han Yiming started his sword control technique, holding a sword in his hand, and calmed down at this time. Seeing that before Jie Limaha had come, he flew to the ground first, and then flew into the air. At this time, he had been flying for many days, holding a sword in his hand, and no longer as frightened as that day. However, as soon as he approached the ground, he felt like a huge stove, making him hot all over and dry mouth. He flew into the air, and then he could breathe.

Zhao Haoyang was on the side, but he remained calm and seemed to be silent when he saw Jie Limaha. He closed his eyes, held the Bishui sword in front of his chest with his right hand, and put his left fingers on the vertical sword. The tip of the sword pointed straight up along the center of his eyebrows. The green light on the sword jumped, from the sword head to the tip of the sword, and it went back and forth, and it was endless.

Jie Limaha walked closer and suddenly looked up. His right eye was still as clear as water and as charming as before, but his left eye was already blood red! A little blue fire flashed in his pupils, and a little blue fire flashed in his eyes, which was already weird. The blue fire flashed in his blue-gray skin and blood-red eyes became even more weird.

He looked upwards, suddenly opened his mouth, and a mouthful of black flames spewed upwards. The black flames spewed out of his mouth, and everyone in the air felt a scorching breath coming to his face, and their faces seemed to be burnt and painful. Except for Huang Jingxuan and Zhao Haoyang, everyone looked at each other and saw that everyone had curly hair and beards and skin was dry and scorched. Just as Jie Limaha spit out a mouthful of black flames, everyone was burned by the black flames, and they couldn't help but look at each other in horror.

Jie Limaha spitted a black flame, and his mouth was tilted downward, with a look of contempt. He opened his mouth and spitted a black flame upward. This black flame was much more violent than the previous black flame. When he saw him open his mouth, everyone felt a burning heat coming to him, each of them was calm and dealing with it carefully. A ball of black flame rushed out from the depths of his throat, and the dark purple red spread out towards everyone.

In the black flames, countless bright red flames rose. A woman's shrill call broke through the flames first rushed into everyone's ears. Although Han Yiming had heard this creepy call in his dream, he still felt a flash in front of him. With a "boom" sound in his mind, it seemed empty. Only the woman's shrill call turned around in his empty mind. The call seemed endless and sharper. The sound cut Han Yiming's thoughts into pieces, and even his body trembled in the call. It seemed that this sound grabbed somewhere on his body and rubbed hard, making his muscles and bones sore and weak that he couldn't even lift his hands. After a moment, his head began to hurt slightly.

Han Yiming gritted his teeth and held the hilt of Mingyuan's sword tightly with his right hand, for fear that the sword would fall off as soon as he relaxed. However, his headache was about to break, his body was overturned, and he was still floating in the air, but it was hard to support it. It seemed that the scream was like a big hand, penetrated into his body, stirring it upside down, causing him to feel nauseous and vomiting, and his body was weak and weak.

He was ashamed of his weakness, and his left hand clenched into a fist, biting his lips hard. This time he bit very hard, and the blood flowed continuously. In the severe pain, he woke up a little. Apart from Sima Lingyi, the senior brothers around him were also shaking and shaking. Suddenly, he saw Taoist Pingbo sitting cross-legged in the air, holding his black wood sword, closing his eyes and concentrating, and turning a blind eye to the surroundings. His disciples were also tilted and overwhelmed.

Han Yiming had no experience in fighting the enemy, but if his uncle and uncle didn't take action, he just gritted his teeth and endured it. The black flames came very slowly, and seemed very serious, without the speed and speed of the previous flames. But every time the black flames pushed further, everyone felt uncomfortable breathing. It seemed that the heat carried by the black flames not only dried the surroundings, but also included everyone's breathing. Not only did everyone's mouths and noses dry, they felt that every breath was very laborious, and what was inhaled into their noses was no longer breath, but flames!

Seeing that the black flame was getting closer and closer, everyone was reluctant to support it. I wonder how the black flame was rushing in front of me! Suddenly, Zhao Haoyang suddenly opened his eyes. There were no pupils in his eyes, all of which were green water waves. The water waves in his eyes reflected on the sword of the Qingshui sword, and even the light of scales appeared on the body of the sword!

Suddenly, Zhao Haoyang turned forward with his left hand, and the Bishui sword had turned over, and the tip of the sword was outward. Zhao Haoyang pinched a sword technique with his left hand and pressed it on the sword, and waved it outward like Huang Jingxuan. A series of green lights came out from above the Bishui sword. Zhao Haoyang's long sword was shaken and slashed from top to bottom!

A long and sharp blue sword light, carrying a light green wave light, rushed towards the black flame. The sword light was very sharp. Even Han Yiming and others stood farther away, and felt a coolness whizzing by the green light. The heat around them subsided slightly. The green light met the black flames, and the green light slashed into the black flames like lightning, and disappeared without a trace after a moment!—
Chapter completed!