Suddenly, Han Yiming felt something seemed to be above his head. He quickly looked up and saw a black letter wider than his body stretching in from the black fog above his head. The black letter was longer than the two people, with a forked front end, and a shiny color, with a strong fishy smell. Han Yiming had seen this black letter in the Wuxiang Treasure Mirror. When he saw it in the Wuxiang Treasure Mirror, he knew it must be very amazing. At this time, he could not help but be stunned for a moment.

After being shocked, he woke up and screamed: "Do away!" Everyone in Lingshan had a tacit understanding, and did not look up. They each flew away with their swords. After flying, they turned back. The black letter stirred in the air for a few times and took it back. Han Yiming flew several feet away, and was about to turn around, but Sima Lingyi grabbed his left wrist and said, "Junior brother, follow me!" Han Yiming nodded, and he was shocked. He didn't dare to stare at a place again this time. He couldn't stand it. Sima Lingyi said: "Look at your Senior Brother Du and others, we are also them!"

Han Yiming looked at Du Qingfeng. Du Qingfeng and Lu Jingxin floated back to back in the air. One of them looked up and the other looked down. The direction they looked up was completely opposite. There were two senior brothers, who were also facing each other. Han Yiming said, "Okay." He floated back to Sima Lingyi. But he couldn't help looking at the direction where Huang Jingxuan was. At this time, Huang Jingxuan was no longer in that direction. Eight o'clock golden light was still floating in that direction. Huang Jingxuan had already flew to another direction. However, no matter where he flew, there was always one sword light gushing out like a tide on the sword sword in his right hand. Two slams were hit hard in the black fog surrounded by eight o'clock golden light. Suddenly, Han Yiming felt someone pushing his back hard and drifting forward. When he looked back, he saw a black letter sweeping by where he had been standing before!

But Sima Lingyi pushed him. If Sima Lingyi hadn't pushed him, he would have been swept by this black letter. Sima Lingyi also flashed and said while flashing: "Junior brother, don't be distracted!" Han Yiming said: "Thank you, senior brother!" He gathered his spirit, and suddenly felt something pressing down on his head, and said in surprise: "Go away!" The two separated, and a long tail, as thick as a tree, slapped it from top to bottom! The long tail was carrying a black light and smashed down, hiding in the thick black fog below. At this time, there was thick black fog everywhere, and it was impossible to know where the next blow came from.

Zhao Haoyang said: "Don't stay one place! It's not that the faster you fly, the better!" Everyone in Lingshan walked through the black fog as they said. It was really worrying that they could not see where the spirit insect was, and they could not tell where the spirit insect appeared! Suddenly, Zhao Haoyang also flew to the eight golden lights. He stood in the air, his body was filled with a faint green light, his sword eyebrows were raised, and his eyes were cold. After a while, he held the hilt of the blue water sword in his hands, held the sword high above his head, and suddenly slashed down quickly. The sword edge of the blue water sword in his hand surged, like a wave rushing towards the black fog that had turned into dim among the eight golden lights!

Huang Jingxuan floated in the air, as light as paper, but it was almost over the chasing wind. Sometimes, floating up and down, left and right, the body of the spirit insect was huge, which was a bit bulky. Huang Jingxuan's lightness and agility was a way to play to his strengths and avoid his weaknesses. He was profound in his Taoism, and although he was flying in a vague and rapid manner, he said that he would walk, stop, and receive freely. Zhao Haoyang's every move was done in one go, solemn and grand. Every sword was cut out and cut, and the endless green light like waves rippled. It reflected the green halo around him, as if he was in a lake with green waves.

Each green light pounced between the eight golden lights, and the black mist faded a little. Han Yiming said to himself: "Does the uncle and uncle want to open this place and leave this place?" He was filled with consciousness, and Mingyuan Sword took him forward and flew forward. Suddenly, Sima Lingyi's exclamation came from behind his ears: "Be careful!" Han Yiming had already smelled a stinky smell in his nose, and he made a cold war. He pointed his left hand to the left and flew away. Suddenly, a red light lit up in front of him, which was close to him. If he did not turn around and avoid him, he would hit him! Han Yiming quickly turned his sword to the right, but saw a little red light on the right. Han Yiming suddenly stood up in the mirror of the formless treasure, like two red gems.

He was turning away, but a gust of fishy wind wrapped in a black mist was pounced on the front. This gust of fishy wind was different from this gust of black mist. Although Han Yiming quickly turned his body away, he stretched out his hand to cover his mouth and nose, but his mind was still dizzy and his eyes were stinging. Tears had already flowed down, and wherever the tears passed, the skin stinged. I knew that he was sprayed on the face by the poisonous fog of the spirit insect. Although he was flashing rapidly, he still touched a little. His eyes were painful, but he did not dare to close his eyes, and he forced himself to open his eyes, and quickly avoided it. But no matter how he flew, there was always a bright red spot flashing light that appeared in front and could not get rid of it!

Han Yiming rushed left and right, and there was a red dot in front of him. He turned around and saw the first thing he saw was a bit of red light like a gem! Han Yiming was extremely surprised, not sure why this was the case? Looking around, the people in Lingshan had long disappeared, and even the Taoist people on Pingbo were no longer there. He was the only one in this dark world, and he was the only one left facing the omnipresent red dot. Han Yiming calmed down, kept the instructions of his uncle, and dared not stop, sometimes left and right, sometimes up and down, sometimes up and down, like Huang Jingxuan. But Huang Jingxuan held the Feng Sword in his hand, calming his mind. He stepped on the Mingyuan Sword, a little panicked!

Suddenly, a lightning bolt came to the front of him and was instantly slashed in front of him! Fortunately, Han Yiming's sword control technique was very skillful. He was not a quick person, but his life was related to his life. Everyone reacted quickly and dodged quickly! Just as he could dodge one by one, another lightning bolt struck in front of him. Han Yiming bent down and avoided it. But lightning followed one by one, all slashing at him, looking very terrifying. Han Yiming bent down and squatted down, dodging sideways, in a hurry, and was extremely embarrassed! Fortunately, he stood steadily, and if he couldn't stand steadily, he would have fallen down long ago!
Chapter completed!