There is no sword that covers the sky, there is no violent energy, and there is no diffuse bloody aura, this knife makes everyone feel suffocated by the ordinary.

Wang Chonghuan was really startled by Feng Haobei's broken nine-zhang purple qi, and then before he could react, he was trapped in place by this knife.

At the beginning, in the Longcheng Academy, he confronted Tang Ming, and in the face of Feng Beibei's knife, even Tang Ming had no way to crack it, so he could only carry it.

However, Tang Ming has the body of Shura, and although his physical body has been suppressed, after all, he has reached the level of the seventh level of Tianxuan, which is definitely not comparable to the current Wang Chonghuan.

Moreover, whether it is Tang Ming or Feng Haobei, their cultivation is accumulated step by step, and their sensitivity to danger is not something that Wang Chonghuan can imagine.

When the first sword fell, he immediately withdrew the spirit sword, the long sword was in the air, and a purple qi hung between him and Feng Beibei.

But the moment he made a defense, he obviously felt that all the forty-eight thousand hairs around his body stood upside down, and a cold feeling penetrated into his bone marrow.

Before he could react, the long knife had already swept through the purple qi, and the blade unexpectedly appeared on his right side, and the snow-bright blade exploded like thunder on the ground.

The purple gas is swirling, and the swords are vertical and horizontal.

After everything was gone, Feng Xiaobei retreated to Lu Junfeng's side, and not far in front of him, Wang Chonghuan's right arm was in tatters, and on the bloody arm, a terrifying wound spread to the shoulder.

Wang Chonghuan was extremely shocked in his heart, if it weren't for the Xuanbing inner armor handed over to him by the master when he was leaving, at this moment, his right arm would have already been cut off by that knife.

"This guy's cultivation is not shallow, even your knife can be blocked unharmed!"

Lu Junfeng looked at Wang Chonghuan not far away, and said to Feng Haobei in the same shock, at this moment, he finally understood that he was not wronged if he lost in the hands of this guy.

"Heh, if it weren't for that fifth-order top-grade inner armor talisman, he would have died under my blood-drinking knife!"

Feng Haobei smiled disdainfully, with Wang Chonghuan, he couldn't resist the power of the three swords of drinking blood.

And Wang Chonghuan in the distance, has already squirted the blood of these two people in his heart, especially Lu Junfeng, as long as his eyes are not blind, he can see it, although his right arm is still on his body at the moment, but it is not far from waste, can this be called safe and sound? !

"I have to admit that your knife has the capital to threaten me, but unfortunately, I don't believe in such a sharp knife technique, with your cultivation, you can still support the knife again!"

Wang Chonghuan put away his contempt, he understood that these two people must be left here today, whether it is for his own future or for face, Feng Xiaobei and Lu Junfeng, neither of them can be spared.

The long sword was slowly raised by Wang Chonghuan, looking at the spirit soldiers who had accompanied him for more than ten years, Wang Chonghuan's eyes could not see joy and sorrow.

Buzzing......

The long sword began to scream without warning, but Wang Chonghuan's aura around him didn't care whether the spirit sword could withstand it, but just frantically instilled it.

A moment later, the spirit sword suddenly shattered into fragments in the sky, Feng Yubei's eyes narrowed slightly, and he stepped out.

With one hand pressed on the handle of the knife on his waist, although the blood-drinking knife had no scabbard, Feng Haobei at this moment made a posture of drawing the knife.

Lu Junfeng raised his eyebrows, and then his figure swept back violently, until he swept into the valley before stopping.

The yellow sand in the sky and the broken spirit sword were mixed together, and it was impossible to tell which ones were spirit swords and which ones were yellow sand, but a purple qi passed through, connecting the yellow sand and the fragments of the spirit sword.

Wang Chonghuan's hands were full of seals, and the yellow sand in the sky turned into a series of fine sword qi under the series of purple qi, and there were as many spiritual swords containing purple qi as there was yellow sand that was raised in the sky.

At this moment, the purple sword covered the sky, and the scorching sun collected the afterglow.

The disciples of the Purple Qi Sect all looked at the senior brother standing in the center with envy, this kind of method, even they, are not qualified to come into contact, it is a great honor to be able to see it with their own eyes.

Feng Haobei took a step forward, and the vigorous yellow sand instantly swirled up, covering his entire body.

The thumb rested on the hilt of the knife, and the right hand slowly pulled out the blood-drinking knife an inch.

"Two knives, broken gods!"

Feng Haobei's voice was still as indifferent as ever, Wang Chonghuan and they heard it clearly, and Lu Junfeng didn't know, but when these four words came into his ears, it was like thunder exploding in his mind.

Under Wang Chonghuan's yin dao, the purple qi in the sky turned into a hundred-zhang dragon, and the hideous dragon head soared into the air, and the power emitted suppressed the heaven and earth by three points.

"Hurry!"

The moment the magic trick in his hand fell, Wang Chonghuan bit the tip of his tongue, and a stream of essence blood fell into the dragon's head, and purple qi suddenly emerged in the empty eyes of the dragon.

"Roar!!"

The dragon roared in the sky, and then swooped down from above the nine heavens, slashing towards the figure that was hidden by the yellow sand.

Although Lu Junfeng in the distance was full of confidence in Feng Weibei's knife, when he saw that hideous dragon, he couldn't help but feel a little up and down in his heart.

After thinking about it for a while, Lu Junfeng still felt that he shouldn't stand here and watch the play, after all, although he was not Wang Chonghuan's opponent, it was still very easy to deal with those miscellaneous fish of the Purple Qi Sect.

Even if Feng Haobei really died in the hands of Wang Chonghuan in the end, he would be able to kill those inner disciples of the Purple Qi Sect and get back some interest for the two of them.

As for Wang Chonghuan, according to Lu Junfeng's understanding of Tang Ming along the way, if he and Feng Yubei really died here today, not to mention Wang Chonghuan, the entire Purple Qi Sect would not be at peace!

As soon as he thought of this, Lu Junfeng no longer hesitated, and as soon as his body moved, he was about to go towards those inner disciples of the Purple Qi Sect who were watching the battle on the periphery, he believed that Wang Chonghuan at this time did not have the ability or heart to care about the life and death of these inner disciples.

However, as soon as he moved under his feet, he felt a huge force coming from the collar of the back of his neck, pulling his figure back.

Lu Junfeng was shocked in his heart, and then reflexively unsheathed the spirit sword, and a bright sword stabbed towards him.

Two fingers firmly clamped Lu Junfeng's spirit sword, and Tang Ming looked at this guy who was already ready to play with his life with some tears and laughter.

"Brother Tang?!"

After Lu Junfeng reflexively saw the face that grabbed him, his face suddenly appeared in ecstasy, and then his mind finally relaxed.

Originally, they used deacons when they called Tang Ming along the way, but at this moment, a big brother blurted out from Lu Junfeng's mouth.

"Brother Tang, Senior Brother Feng is surrounded by the people of the Purple Qi Sect in the sword array, you go and save him!"

Lu Junfeng immediately looked at Tang Ming eagerly, his eyes swept over Han Daxiong, who had a weak breath on Tang Ming's shoulder, and opened his mouth wide in surprise.

"Save whom, save those people from the Purple Qi Sect who don't know whether they are alive or dead?"

Tang Ming rolled his eyes and said angrily to Lu Junfeng.

How powerful Feng Haobei's blood-drinking three knives are, Tang Ming is very clear, a disciple of the sect who suppressed cultivation, and he is definitely not Feng Weibei's opponent.

Although Helian Weiwu said at the beginning, Feng Haobei was not his opponent, and this Wang Chonghuan's cultivation was a little higher than Helian Weiwu.

But don't forget, Helian Weiwu's growth path is simply worlds apart from Wang Chonghuan.

If Wang Chonghuan was really mighty against Helian, Wang Chonghuan wouldn't even know how he died.

This is just like when Tang Ming faced the Tianjiao of the Eight Great Forces before, even if Tang Ming did not use the ghost gun at that time, none of the Tianjiao who fought alone against the Eight Great Forces was Tang Ming's opponent.

And all of this has nothing to do with the realm, roots, talents, and supernatural powers.

Why did the strength of the Blood Killing Heaven and Gongsun Zhi stand out among the Eight Heavenly Pride? It was because their way of growing up was different from that of the other Heavenly Pride.

Lu Junfeng looked at Tang Ming's face, and knew that his worries were purely superfluous, now that he thought about it, the power of the sword in the Dragon City Academy at the beginning, compared to that giant dragon, I don't know how much more domineering.

Wang Chonghuan controlled the dragon above the Nine Heavens to fall above Feng Yubei's head, and at this moment, his face was already a little pale.

Just like he said before that he didn't believe that Feng Haobei could still make a sword, this kind of secret magic power was a huge consumption for the cultivator itself.

Although some supernatural powers are extremely powerful, the consumption is not something that ordinary people can bear, and even worse, it will hurt the foundation.

Therefore, no cultivator would take the risk of using such secret magic powers as a last resort, and these methods were basically used to fight for people's lives.

The giant dragon roared down, and the strong coercion made the inner disciples of the Purple Qi Sect around him a little unbearable, and it was conceivable how much pressure Feng Haobei was under at this moment.

After an inch of knife, another inch is out.

Compared to the pressure Tang Ming brought him, the dragon in front of him was a little worthless, so the moment the dragon fell, Feng Xiaobei pulled out his sword and sheathed it by more than six inches!

The dragon with a fierce purple aura flashing in his eyes slammed into the yellow sand that Feng Haobei had gathered, and at the same time, Feng Haobei finally pulled out his sword.

Before Wang Chonghuan could sneer, he suddenly felt a chill under his feet, and then leaned forward, and at this time the sharp pain came from his feet.

He was shocked to find that he didn't know when, his legs had been cut off from under his knees by the knife qi that came out of nowhere.

Before he could scream, the endless sword qi that burst out of the ground wrenched his entire body into powder.

The disciples of the Purple Qi Sect who were watching the battle around naturally didn't have any reaction and were slashed by the sword qi that came out of the ground.

The dust cleared, and in the smoky yellow sand, a man stepped out with his front foot, grasped the handle of the knife with one hand, and slowly put away the long knife in his hand.

In the Psychic Valley, Lu Junfeng, who saw all this in his eyes, couldn't help but gasp.

To be honest, he knew the power of the three swords of drinking blood, but at the beginning in front of Tang Ming's eyes, the power of these three swords was greatly suppressed.

And under the operation of Tang Ming's qi and aura, Feng Haobei did not completely pull out the blood-drinking knife.

A sword wizard who is difficult to come out of a hundred years, this sentence is not a boast for Feng Haobei, who is slowly walking towards the valley at this moment.

Tang Ming looked at Lu Junfeng, who had a solemn face, and smiled faintly.

"Do you still think that a sect lineage who has suppressed cultivation will be this guy's opponent?"

Lu Junfeng lowered his head, he put some things on the edges, so in his world, cultivation and strength still couldn't jump out of the gap between the realm.

And his sword intent, it is precisely because of this that he has that feeling of stagnation.