Zhao Haoyang's long sword in his right hand slashed a green light, and his eyes were empty, but the sword lights on the Qingshui sword in his hand rushed towards Jie Limaha with coldness. Some sword lights scattered into the black flame without a trace, while others rushed straight to Jie Limaha. Jie Limaha's long five fingers opened, and the water-wave sword lights waving, and the sword lights bloomed like flowers, and the sword lights that forced the Qingshui sword to the side turned into invisible. Jie Limaha's long arm swung, and the lightning-like sword lights flew across, cutting the sword lights in front of the black flames into pieces.

The closer the black flames pressed, the more fierce it became. Suddenly, Zhao Haoyang held the sword in both hands and leaped into the air. He flew up with the Bishui Sword. After a while, he turned around and fell down quickly. A white light penetrated down. Han Yiming saw that the Bishui Sword disappeared from Zhao Haoyang! I don’t know where he went in this moment! Han Yiming’s eyes were staring at the Master’s uncle with all his senior brothers. He jumped high and his clothes were blowing against the wind. However, he lost his trace in an instant, and was speechless!

The Bishui Sword was almost over the Chasing Wind, and it was inserted into the black flame in a blink of an eye. As soon as it was inserted into the black flame, it divided the black flame into two. The Bishui Sword flashed green light and burst out from the black flame. Zhao Haoyang didn't know where it came out. The plain clothes on his body were charred a few places. He came out from the black flame and waved his sword to cut the black flame into countless pieces. He waved his sleeve with his left hand, opened his mouth and blew the pieces away.

As the black flames disappeared, the unbearable heat disappeared a lot. Everyone came through a breath, but saw Jie Limaha’s eyes opened, and there were also stars of fire flying out of his eyes, and his right hand stretched forward. His right hand was the woman’s gentle right hand, with countless thin gold bracelets hanging along the arm, and even a few gold bracelets were wrapped around her arms. The patterns on her hands were unparalleled with the soft, plump and crystal fingertips, gently pinching out thousands of styles.

Han Yiming was shocked. He knew that this charming hand was killed and killed. But in a moment, he was about to make a sound, but Jie Limaha opened his mouth again, and a black flame sprayed towards Huang Jingxuan. He saw a small vortex formed by countless golden lights in front of Huang Jingxuan, as bright as the starry sky, slowly rotating. Huang Jingxuan held the sword behind him, and saw a black flame pounce on him. The long sword was placed in his chest, and the left hand palm was placed on his chest, gently smearing a circle. The small vortex immediately rotated, from the inside out, slowly expanding, and the meteor-like long tail was dragging longer and longer, making the vortex bigger.

As soon as the black flame pounced on the vortex, it attached tightly to it and also rotated, but it was exactly the opposite of the rotation direction of the vortex. Both sides rotated in their own arrays, but the black flame slowly became thinner, and the golden vortex on this side also became a little dim. The two seemed to be comparing. Han Yiming saw that his senior brother Sima Ling stared at Jie Limaha with his eyes, as if he was about to wait for an opportunity to move, and his heart moved, and said in his heart: "I just need to follow the senior brother, and as soon as he moved, I will come out to help him."

Before he finished, he saw a black braid flying upwards from Jie Lima's back, and stretching up in a moment. The thick black hair, as thick as a waterfall, grew to an unparalleled length in a blink of an eye, spreading around at an extremely fast speed, covering the sky above his head and spreading towards the sky here. Han Yiming didn't know what Yu Jie Lima's benefit was, but he saw the fifth uncle waved the sword in his hand, and the sword lights were not far away from the extremely strange right hand. The five fingers of the right hand were like orchids, but they were in the shape of a claw and were infinitely slender. He grabbed it here and wanted to cross Zhao Haoyang to grab it, but was always stopped by him. The right hand flew back and forth very quickly, but every movement was extremely gentle, like a very beautiful woman, singing and dancing, and graceful.

Zhao Haoyang waved his sword, jumping his body, every move was extremely masculine, full of masculinity, and the long sword in white was even more dazzling under the endless black hair. Han Yiming had heard this uncle say that he was a martial arts practitioner, but at this moment, he saw that every move was particularly distinct and he did it in one go, but each move had a light coming out from the sword's edge and heading straight over. Jie Limaha stopped very quickly. His hand was infinitely long at this moment, and he could touch Zhao Haoyang, but he always had that

When his hand approached, he was forced to open by Zhao Haoyang's sword light with a cool breeze. Zhao Haoyang was completely opposite to Jie Li Maha. Each move was just right, and each sword was used to the extreme. Some of his green sword lights stabbed straight out, while others were slashed in obliquely, all of which were extremely fierce, with a sharp roar. Sometimes he turned his sword back and wiped the long sword, and there was an arc-shaped green light. These many sword lights, coupled with the sharpness of the Bishui sword, really forced Gao Li Maha to withdraw his hand from time to time to avoid the extreme edge.

Han Yiming looked up and saw that the black hair in the sky had spread out toward this side. He was cutting them off with the Mingyuan Sword. Suddenly a green light flashed. The Pingbo Taoist man held his black wood sword in his hand and had jumped into the sky. He held the sword in his right hand and stroked the sword spine with his left hand. He saw that the characters on the Black Wood Sword were lit up and emitted a bright green light. The Pingbo Taoist man shot the sword with his left hand, and the Black Wood Sword immediately shone brightly, as bright as a star. The Pingbo Taoist man waved his right hand, and the Black Wood Sword grew in the wind, more than one meter long, and attacked the black hairs all over the sky.

Wherever his black spade wood sword reached, the blue hairs all over the sky were divided into two sections, half of which was spread flat on the sky, and the other half had fallen. Han Yiming realized at this time that the evil Taoist's wooden sword was so powerful, but the blue hair was cut off and it grew very long for a moment. Pingbo Taoist also had one sword after another, not allowing the blue hair to spread all over the sky. However, the blue hair was not only extremely long, but also wrapped around his black wood sword. If it weren't for his black wood sword extraordinary, it would have been taken away by the blue hair. The blue hair was wrapped several times, and if it were touching his long sword, it would have been broken into inch by inch. After a few times, the blue hair was wrapped around him. Pingbo Taoist's long sword shook, shaking countless sword lights, surrounding him.

Taoist Pingbo did not take action before, obviously to regain his energy and it was not too late to take action at this time. He had always been in a state of disagreement with the Lingshan Sect, but at this time it was a critical survival and death. He could not care about so much, and he worked together to fight back Jie Limaha. If he stood by and watched, he was afraid that the Lingshan Sect would not be his opponent, and then he would not be able to take his disciples away from this place.
Chapter completed!