Chapter 644

Feeling the strong breath of the black sword Gang, Han Lingwei quickly takes out the white pure gold folding fan that Li Aotian gave him, and then urges Zhenyuan to open it.

The white light is soaring into the sky.

With Han Lingwei urging Zhenyuan to open the folding fan, a cold white air suddenly burst out from the folding fan, and directly impacted on the black sword Gang cut down from the sky.

Although the black sword Gang looks amazing, it is frozen on a thick layer of ice after being attacked by the sixth level intermediate magic weapon, and is fixed on the top of Han Lingwei's head.

Seeing that the black sword Gang is fixed, Han Lingwei waves the folding fan in his hand. The fixed black sword Gang, together with the layer of white ice on his body surface, collapses and disintegrates at the same time.

"The sixth level magic weapon... Two elder martial brothers, what are you doing in a daze? If you don't start soon, kill Li Aotian first!"

Obviously, he didn't expect that Han Lingwei had a sixth level magic weapon to protect his body. He attacked the old man in black who was defeated again. He quickly reminded the two companions behind him.

The old one eyed man and his wife, who were ready to start, rushed to Li Aotian with their flying sword.

As for the old man in black himself, he did not lag behind, but followed the one eyed old man and rushed to Li Aotian.

See each other three people all shot, Han Lingwei this gloomy face, become more ugly.

Han Lingwei has seen for a long time that the three old men in black must be the antiques of Yuanyang Jianzong who had been closed for many years, that is, the existence of those who chose to close the gate of life and death in an attempt to impact a higher level.

Generally speaking, the fighting power of an antique like this is much stronger than that of an ordinary opponent of the same level. After all, he has lived so many years. Among other things, the experience of fighting against the enemy is far beyond Han Lingwei's comparison.

Han Lingwei was not afraid of any one of the three old men in black if he fought alone. But now the other three join hands and have to protect Li Aotian. Han Lingwei has little confidence.

"What can I do? If I run away, I may save my life. But in this way, the master will be in danger. If I don't run away, even I have to get in!"

Seeing that the three old men in black are about to rush in front of him, Han Lingwei is very anxious.

If he runs away, Han Lingwei may save his life, but Li Aotian is sure to finish.

After all, after this war, tens of thousands of Yuanyang sword sect disciples all died, such blood feud, the three old men in black can't not revenge.

But if he didn't escape, Han Lingwei knew that he would be defeated by the three old men in black when Li Aotian didn't wake up.

Han Lingwei suddenly fixed his eyes on the white folding fan in his hand. It was a gift from Li Aotian when he was a teacher.

"Fight, the big deal is not a death!"

Can't help biting his teeth, and then Han Lingwei heart a horizontal, full push hand folding fan, toward has rushed to the front of the three old men in black, fan out a violent white wind.

As soon as the white wind was fanned out by Han Lingwei, it immediately frozen the ground in front of him and quickly spread in all directions.

"Chixiao sword, fiery red curtain!"

In the face of the white wind, the old man in the red robe among the three antiques of Yuanyang sword sect waved his long sword and formed a red flame light curtain, which forcefully blocked the ice on the ground in front of him.

"Pure Jun sword meaning, ground crack!"

At the same time, the old man in black's real yuan sword moved, and then he suddenly inserted the sword into the ground in front of him.

With a violent shaking of the earth, a lightning shaped ground fissure started in front of the old man in black and spread to Han Lingwei and Li Aotian at a very fast speed. Wherever he passed, the frozen ice on the ground cracked and collapsed, with a rapid and amazing momentum.

"Cold soul concentration formula, frozen three feet!"

Before the crack spread to his body, Han Lingwei stamped his right foot. In a flash, a thick white cold air poured into the ground along his right foot, and then impacted with the crack.

With the earth shaking violently again, the earth crack, which looked amazing, was frozen by a layer of ice.

"Whoosh" a burst of wind suddenly sounded, but Yuanyang sword clan three people, the one eyed old man took the opportunity to hand.

Taking advantage of Han Lingwei's time, he urged his body method to move to the side of Li Aotian's body not far away, and then with a sharp white sword light, he chopped Li Aotian's neck.

"Not good!"

Seeing that the one eyed old man is suddenly in trouble, Han Lingwei quickly gives up the fight against the two old men in black. He stops Li Aotian's side with his body. Then he raises his hand and scatters the sword light cut by the one eyed old man in front of him.

As for Han Lingwei's Kung Fu, the old man in black and the old man in red came to Li Aotian one after another. Zhenyuan and the sword in their bodies were fully open, and each of them stabbed at Li Aotian's chest and eyebrows.

"No!"

Seeing that Li Ao's destiny was on the line, Han Lingwei immediately drank. Zhenyuan in his body urged him to the limit, and then he sacrificed his folding fan with his backhand.

With the white folding fan being sacrificed, when even from the semi cavitation to a white shadow, with the sound of whistling through the air, at the same time, the two men in black stabbed Li Aotian's sword.

The white folding fan was originally a magic weapon of the sixth level. In addition, the whole body was made of refined gold. In one rush, it just flew two long swords that were about to stab Li Aotian.

"Ah

Just as Li Aotian helped him resolve the crisis, Han Lingwei let out a scream, but the one eyed old man took advantage of his unprepared and shot his sword through his chest from behind.

Yan Hong's blood, from the wound mouth, could not stop flowing out. Han Lingwei trembled all over, and then with a backhand, he shook the sword out of the body.

"Poof!"

Han Lingwei's body is unstable and falls directly beside Li Aotian. It seems that not only does he no longer have the power of the first World War, but even the vitality in his body is dissipating at a very fast speed.

In fact, if it's just a simple sword wound, Han Lingwei is not so bad. But the one eyed old man's sword has the meaning of his sword. When the long sword pierces Han Lingwei's body, the meaning of his sword also flows into Han Lingwei's body along with the wound, which is fatal to him.

"Master, I've tried my best..."

Knowing that he is going to die soon, Han Lingwei said with a bitter smile, looking at Li Aotian who is still sitting motionless with his eyes closed.

"Boy, you are still loyal. You gave your life to save the master. Well, if you want to join our Yuanyang sword sect, I can spare your life."

Looking at the seriously injured Han Lingwei, the one eyed old man hesitated for a moment and suddenly said.

"May you spare me, master?"

Han Lingwei didn't refuse the one eyed old man. He asked with a bitter smile.

"This man killed our Lord and the supreme elder. Tens of thousands of disciples of Yuanyang sword sect also died because of him. Do you think we can let him go? If we don't kill him, we will die when his wounds recover!"

The one eyed old man's way of killing.

"Since you can't let go of the tutor, you don't need to say much. Let's do it!"

Knowing that it would be like this for a long time, Han Lingwei directly closed his eyes