The sledgehammer condensed by the heavenly thunder burst into a pale blue flame at this moment.

The flames seemed extraordinary, and even the manic Heavenly Thunder Hammer was gradually shrinking under the flames.

Taking a step forward with his left foot, Han Daxiong's right arm meridians were broken, and at this time, a majestic energy also emerged from the heavy sword on his shoulder.

The strength was fleeting, and although it went quickly, it also slammed the giant hammer out.

However, at the same time, the heavy sword that followed Han Daxiong all the way from Qingxia Academy to here was finally overwhelmed.

At the moment when the heavy sword shattered, the Divine Phoenix Law Picture behind Han Daxiong was also scattered by the thunder, and his body was smashed into the dust.

However, he was surrounded by three feet of Xuanhuang Qi, and except for his right arm, which was torn and vein-broken, he was not too seriously injured.

However, at this moment, the aura in the acupoints around his body has also been exhausted, and there is a tingling pain all over his body.

On the battlefield, except for the roaring Evil Venerable, there were only four people left.

Tonghuang and Chang Beihong, who cultivated as a great retreat, and Han Daxiong and Feng Beibei at the end of the strong crossbow.

"I didn't expect things to come to this point!"

The Tong Emperor slowly took a step forward, looking at Feng Weibei standing with a pestle in front of him, if this guy hadn't just spoken out, he would have already been angry.

"Yes, with the power of the Emperor, even if it is a young master, I am afraid that he will have to retreat, but he did not expect to be blocked again and again by several disciples of the academy. ”

Chang Beihong changed into a brand-new silver moon robe, but unfortunately, under his arms, there were only two empty sleeves left.

Of the ten major sects, only four came to Shangyun Kingdom, except for the Purple Qi Sect, which did not make a move from beginning to end, the other sects have already existed in name only.

Just like Chang Beihong and the Tong Emperor, even if they can return to the sect, what awaits them will no longer be the support and awe of the sect's disciples.

The world's first-class sect will never let two people in the early stage of Xuan occupy a high position again, right?

Not to mention that their cultivation could not be restored because of the Thousand Spirit Blood Array, even if they had the opportunity, no one would willingly use it on them at the price they had to pay.

Perhaps, when they really return to the sect, what awaits them will be the butcher's knife raised by the first elder of the inner gate.

My life is ruined!

Looking at the dilapidated battlefield, both Tong Huang and Chang Beihong exuded a monstrous hatred in their hearts.

"Born in a school, with poor assets, you have forced us to this point, you are proud enough!"

The Tong Emperor slowly raised his arm, and a stream of essence blood slid down from his fingertips, and then disappeared into the Thousand Spirit Blood Array that no longer had much spiritual rhyme in front of him.

Under the blessing of this essence blood, the dissipating Demon Venerable raised his head to the sky and roared, and then swung his fists and smashed towards Feng Yubei and Han Daxiong.

The dust was flying, and Feng Beibei, who had no power to resist, was instantly pressed to the ground, and Chang Beihong, who saw this scene, had his pupils shrunk.

He saw it really.

Even at the end of the road, Feng Haobei, who was pressed into the ground, was not lying down, but standing straight.

At this moment, Chang Beihong seemed to understand something.

The other fist, mixed with the sound of wind and thunder, struck Han Daxiong, and Han Daxiong, who could still condense the Xuanhuang Qi at this moment, naturally would not sit still.

Han Daxiong stretched out one hand and almost brutally tore out the Xuanhuang Qi contained in the mud pill palace on his forehead.

With his right hand, he pinched the Xuanhuang Qi and put it on his shoulder, and as his hand slowly pulled out, a bright yellow heavy sword appeared in his hand again.

Condensing the Xuanhuang Qi as a long sword, a normal person would not play with his life like this, and the madman beside Tang Ming can imagine it.

The Xuanhuang Qi is not connected to the blood and aura, but the cause and effect of the qi luck of the whole body.

Why was Tianlei helpless against Han Daxiong at the beginning?

It is because he contains too strong Xuanhuang Qi around him, and he can abandon most of the killing cause and effect.

And at this moment, he absorbed all the Xuanhuang Qi around his body and turned it into a spirit sword.

Although this sword intent can be compared to the Heavenly Tribulation Divine Thunder, after dissipating, it is difficult to gather again to ascend to the sky.

In other words, Han Daxiong consumed this fortune that even Xuanyue Tianjiao couldn't envy at one time.

Like a drunkard drinking good wine, drunk!

However, the sword intent condensed by this three-foot Xuanhuang Qi forced the fist of the Evil Zun back by three points.

"The fish is dead and the net is broken, and the left and right grandfathers didn't think they could go back!"

A bloody sneer appeared at the corner of Han Daxiong's mouth, and his body was like thunder, rising from the ground in an instant.

The heaviest qi in the three-foot heaven and earth slashed through the fist of the evil venerable, splitting the giant fist that was as big as a mountain into two.

Immediately, he castrated unabated, and attacked and killed the forehead of the Evil Zun.

This sword is no longer to hurt the evil venerable, but to go straight to the center of its eyebrows.

However, the three-foot Xuanhuang Qi is infinitely useful, but unfortunately, Han Daxiong is destined to be just a cultivator who can't cultivate to the Dao Xuan.

The Xuanhuang Qi around the body has exerted less than thirty percent, and there is no follow-up power.

And Han Daxiong was also slapped to the ground by the huge thunder palm of the Evil Zun, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

"...... be able to hold on to such a long time under the deity"

The child emperor looked at Han Daxiong, who had fallen into the dust again in the distance, and the hatred in his eyes gradually dissipated.

"The Emperor has descended into the world, and his cultivation has already crossed the early stage of Huading, and he only relies on three Dao Xuanmen people...... , it seems that we have lost unjustly!"

Chang Beihong also took a step forward and said lightly.

If this matter was put in the past, let alone a few disciples of the academy, even if they were the heads of the ten major sects, they would not believe that they could force the evil venerable to such a point with the power of three people.

This is why, after Xuantian Zhenren became a Huading, he was full of confidence.

"Let's do it!"

Chang Beihong sighed slightly, to be honest, when things came to this point, the hatred in his heart had already disappeared.

But this doesn't mean that they can let Feng Beibei and Han Daxiong go.

After all, the heads of the two of them may be the hope for him and the child emperor to return to the top.

The Tong Huang nodded, and a white light flashed around him, once again submerging into the center of the Evil Venerable's eyebrows.

After such a long confrontation, the power of heaven and earth gradually began to dissipate, and the clouds in the sky slowly pushed away.

The power of the heavenly thunder on Shazun's body is also dissolving, even if Han Daxiong and Feng Haobei have reached this point, Tonghuang and Chang Beihong still feel that they can only rely on Shazun.

After all, they were all late at their peak, and according to their current cultivation, once those two academy disciples resisted, they wouldn't even have a chance to react.

Although it was obvious to everyone that Han Daxiong and Feng Haobei no longer had the slightest power to resist, the Tong Huang was unwilling to take any more risks.

From walking out of the Eastern Stygian Sword Sect to the Cloud Mountain in the Cloud Country, they have actually been taking risks all along.

It's just that the price in the end is too great!

The heavenly thunder condensed, and Shazun raised his huge fist again and smashed it towards the top of the two heads.

And this time, the aura around them dissipated, the meridians were damaged, and the two people whose souls were in turmoil no longer had the power to resist.

"Roar, roar......"

Just when the thunder above Feng Haobei and Han Daxiong exploded, among the clouds in the sky that had not had time to dissipate, there was a strange cry of ghosts crying and wolf howls.

Immediately afterwards, a huge figure more than a foot in size suddenly fell into the field, and the entire cloud and mist mountains shook.

The child emperor was vigilant, but Chang Beihong, who was vigilant by nature, was dead in an instant.

Because he saw that although the ground shook when the majestic figure fell, not even a trace of dust was stirred up under his feet.

Either the cultivation that came had reached the realm of transformation, or this seemingly rugged man had reached a point where he dared not imagine his power.

It's just that no matter which one it is, they all entered a mortal situation in an instant.

"Damn, I finally caught it Uncle Xiong!"

The majestic figure slowly turned around, and on that broad face, there was an innate ferocity on it.

If Tang Ming was here, he would definitely be surprised, how could this mallet come to Yunwu Mountain?!

It's none other than Tang Ming's No. 1 troublemaker, Xiong Wushuang!

Xiong Wushuang stared at a pair of beads of eyes, carefully examining the aura around him that was gradually beginning to dissipate.

And in the body of that evil venerable, he clearly sensed a familiar breath.

"I don't know what happened to my predecessor here?"

Chang Beihong is an old man in the end, and in a few breaths, he has already judged from the clues shown by Xiong Wushuang that this strong man who has cultivated to the sky has nothing to do with those two school disciples.

In this way, both he and the child emperor breathed a sigh of relief.

"Get out of the way! Who is your senior, look at your grandson, can grandpa have a junior like you?"

The spittle in Xiong Wushuang's big mouth was sprayed on Chang Beihong's old face.

Although Chang Beihong was furious in his heart, he had to show a teachable humble expression on his face.

"Ahem...... Haha!"

Han Daxiong, who was not far away, coughed up a mouthful of blood after seeing this scene, and then laughed unscrupulously.

This big man doesn't talk about cultivation first, it's just this temper that has a very good appetite for Han Daxiong.

It is estimated that Han Daxiong may not have dreamed that this big man who tore apart the clouds and fell into the world with his bare hands was actually the master that Tang Ming looked for for him at the beginning!

The Tong Huang took a step back suddenly, looking at Xiong Wushuang with fierce eyes, Chang Beihong could endure it, but he might not be able to bear it.

People who have been in a high position for a long time, unless they are people who are born plain like Chang Beihong, relying on intrigue and their fists to reach the top step by step, there are few proud sons of heaven who can withstand the humiliation of their crotch!

The Tong Emperor's eyebrows condensed, and the evil venerable in the distance turned around suddenly, his eyes staring at Xiong Wushuang who was 'looking for something' everywhere without fear.

The big foot wrapped around the thunder snake suddenly lifted up and stepped down towards Xiong Wushuang not far away.

"Don't ......"

In an instant, Chang Beihong had the heart to kill the child emperor.

It can be seen from the fact that the big man tore through the clouds with his bare hands that the cultivation of the people who came was even above the evil venerable, and at this time, didn't he push them to the opposite side of that mysterious master?

How could this guy have such a stupid decision in his head?!

However, it was already too late, and the huge paws of the thunderbolts had already stepped fiercely towards Xiong Wushuang.

The dust was everywhere, and countless thunder snakes boiled under the feet of the evil venerable, blasting a large crater out of a radius of three feet.

When the smoke and dust fall in, where is there still Xiong Wushuang's shadow on the field?

A sneer appeared at the corner of the Tong Emperor's mouth, but Chang Beihong on the side was not as optimistic as him, and the cold sweat on his forehead flowed into the corners of Chang Beihong's eyes, blurring the world in front of him.

"No one can save you!

The child emperor looked at Han Daxiong, who was still laughing in front of him, with a cruel smile, and said coldly.