The white-robed man looked at Lu Junfeng, who was gradually approaching the Psychic Valley, and couldn't help but show a strange smile on his face.

Twelve years ago, Tianxuanzong became the leader of the first-class sects in the entire continent.

Everyone else was confused, but those first-class sects like the Purple Qi Sect were aware of some of the things that were going on.

Twelve years ago, Yunmiao Immortal Island was opened, and Tongtian Pavilion sent people to Immortal Island, and among the disciples, it was natural that there were some people who were talented in the sky.

However, after those people came to Immortal Island, none of them returned to Tongtian Pavilion alive.

However, it was the Xuantian Sect, but he brought back a spiritual treasure, which made the Xuanyue Sect Master Shengyan Dayue, and then supported the Tianxuan Sect all the way, reaching the peak of the first-class sect in the shortest possible time, and becoming the first sect under the Xuanyue Sect.

And just when the dust had settled on these things, Tianxuanzong quietly came to a remote place from the Yue Dynasty to the first gorge, and completely killed the people surnamed Yun.

If it weren't for the last word to cross the shoulders of Yue and Wang Xiao to take luck as a threat, it is estimated that within a radius of thousands of miles from that first-line gorge, it would be uprooted by the masters of Tianxuanzong.

And what happens to be known to the first-class sect is that twelve years ago, the young man who led Tongtian Pavilion Tianjiao into Yunmiao Immortal Island was surnamed Yun, and it was said that he had the bloodline of the Heavenly Sword.

Among the people sent by Tongtian Pavilion this time, it was obvious that this Lu Junfeng, who had pure sword intent, was not the protagonist.

Outside the Xianmen, they can all see clearly, the guy who used the gun can escape under Long Ji's hands, and it must be the killer weapon used by Xiao Bieli this time.

As long as you can take down that guy, then you will be able to know the secrets of this Yunmiao Immortal Island well, and after getting the spirit treasure, if you can enter the eyes of the Xuanyue Sect Master, the Purple Qi Sect can also replace the Tianxuan Sect.

At that time, he, Wang Chonghuan, was the biggest hero of the entire Purple Qi Sect, and he was personally introduced into the cabinet, even if he was the sect master, he would have the opportunity to get it.

Thinking of Wang Chonghuan here, his heart was surging.

But he forgot that since Tang Ming could run to provoke a master of Long Ji's level, if he wanted to kill him, he didn't know how much easier it would be.

However, in the face of the absolute temptation of interests, Wang Chonghuan, like most ordinary people, selectively forgot about those dangers in his heart.

From a distance, Lu Junfeng saw Feng Haobei sitting at the mouth of the valley meditating, and suddenly felt a feeling of the rest of his life after the catastrophe.

Before he could speak, Feng Libei in the distance suddenly opened his eyes.

The rainbow flashed, and Feng Weibei, who was carrying a blood-drinking knife, had already arrived at Lu Junfeng's side, and helped Lu Junfeng, who was paralyzed on the ground, up.

"How did you get it like this?"

Feng Haobei frowned slightly, according to his understanding of Lu Junfeng, this guy's sword intent is innate, and he is also an outstanding leader, and if he can hurt Lu Junfeng like this, the person who does it will not be simple.

"Leave this alone, what about Deacon Tang?"

Lu Junfeng looked at the valley with wide eyes, but was disappointed to find that there was no one in the valley behind Feng Haobei.

"I haven't waited yet, I've been waiting in Taniguchi, something should have happened!"

Feng Haobei explained as he took out the healing elixir.

Lu Junfeng's eyes darkened, the people chasing behind him, without Tang Ming, how could they resist those shameless people behind him?

Feng Haobei didn't seem to notice the strangeness on Lu Junfeng's face, and after giving Lu Junfeng the healing elixir he had shared from Tianzong and Heavenly Punishment, he turned around and held the knife, and the golden knife stopped in the middle of the road.

"It's the personal disciple of the Purple Qi Sect, I don't know what treasure was used to suppress the cultivation, although the realm is also the peak of the innate nature, but the strength should not be underestimated!"

After Lu Junfeng took the pill, he still told Feng Haobei with some unease.

The corners of Feng Xiaobei's mouth pulled out a stiff and ugly arc, and Lu Junfeng couldn't help rolling his eyes when he saw this scene.

This guy is good at everything, but that stiff smile is really ugly.

Wang Chonghuan didn't delay much, and quickly surrounded the two with his disciples.

"Huh. It seems that you guys haven't arrived yet, so why don't you wait?"

Wang Chonghuan glanced at Feng Haobei, this person was really ordinary and couldn't be more ordinary, if it weren't for the blood-filled spirit knife in his hand, he wouldn't have bothered to take a look.

"Is that them?"

Feng Weibei was still as wooden as ever, seeing that everyone was killed, he still asked Lu Junfeng this kind of nonsense with a flat face.

Lu Junfeng nodded, others don't know about Feng Haobei, he still doesn't understand?

When this guy asked this sentence, it already showed that his blood-drinking knife was starting to move.

Wang Chonghuan shook the folding fan in his hand gently, without putting the two people in front of him in his eyes at all.

Although he only seems to have the cultivation of the Innate Great Perfection now, he has been suppressed after all, and as long as he is willing, he can still exert the strength of the Eight Heavens of the Human Mystery Eightfold.

Renxuan Eightfold, for these academy disciples, their hall master is estimated to not be able to reach his own realm, right?

Just when Wang Chonghuan was still thinking about the future in his heart, a bloody light wrapped a disciple beside him.

When the rainbow dissipated, the disciple fell straight to the ground, without any injuries or marks on his body, but there was no longer the slightest breath.

"What a big bold!!"

was beheaded in front of his fellow disciples, Wang Chonghuan was also a little unbearable on his face, and then folded the fan and shook his hands into a fist.

The furious aura swarmed and gathered on his right fist, and a tiger head formed by the convergence of aura appeared looming on his fist.

Wang Chonghuan's blow, although it has not yet been released, has steadily surpassed the innate realm in terms of momentum.

The corners of Feng Yubei's mouth turned up, and he finally understood why Lu Junfeng, who had comprehended the sword intent, was still seriously injured.

If they are in the same realm, Feng Haobei estimates that the three Wang Chonghuan are not Lu Junfeng's opponents, but they fight to the death, and if they lose, they lose, and there is no reason to talk about becoming a king or defeating a king.

"Die!!"

Wang Chonghuan let out a low roar, raised his right fist high, and slammed towards Feng Haobei, before the fist fell, a fierce tiger that was transformed by spiritual energy also let out a roar that shook the sky, and rushed towards Feng Haobei.

The blood-drinking knife flashed a trace of coldness, and then countless blood qi turned into thin threads, extending out of the blade and wrapping around Feng Yubei's arms, slashing with a slash, and colliding with the tiger transformed into spiritual energy in an instant.

Pedal Pedal ......

Feng Haobei retreated five steps in a row, and Wang Chonghuan on the opposite side was not having a good time, and after retreating three steps in a row, he unloaded all the energy brought by the knife momentum.

On the surface, Wang Chonghuan is superior in skills, but in fact, it is Feng Xiaobei who is overwhelmed by three points.

After all, whether it is the purity of the aura or the strength of the body, Wang Chonghuan is firmly above the north of Fenghao.

According to Wang Chonghuan's understanding, even if this punch could not kill Feng Beige on the spot, it was enough to seriously injure him.

However, apart from taking five steps back, Feng Haobei was unscathed.

"Haha, Xiao Bieli really made a bloody investment this time, okay, I'll let you see it before you die, my Purple Qi Sect's supreme stunt!"

Wang Chonghuan let out a long roar, and a spirit sword shot out from behind him in an instant, and the sword qi that soared into the sky seemed to break through this side of the world.

The bursts of purple qi emitted from the sword body reflected that Wang Chonghuan was really like an immortal who had fallen from the nine heavens.

"Purple Qi comes 30,000 miles from the east, and a sword shakes into the nine heavens!"

Wang Chonghuan whispered a sentence in his mouth, the spiritual formula in his hand was unpredictable, and the nine-zhang purple qi behind it was also full of vitality like the rising sun.

Feng Haobei's face finally changed, he took a step back suddenly, and then lifted the blood-drinking knife upside down, and countless blood lights and spiritual energy were swallowed up by the blood-drinking knife at this moment.

And the blood-drinking knife that has converged the blood and aura, compared to Wang Chonghuan's nine-zhang purple qi in front of him, is not half a star.

However, Lu Junfeng, whose injuries gradually stabilized behind him, were relieved when he saw this scene.

Drinking blood with three knives, although he had only seen two knives, Tang Ming had said at the beginning that if Feng Haobei could comprehend the essence of the third knife in the ring at that time, even he would not necessarily be Feng Haobei's opponent.

Even Tang Ming admired the knife technique that Feng Haobei had comprehended from the blood-drinking knife, and it was conceivable that this set of knife techniques was exquisite.

Moreover, when he was in the Dragon City Academy, he had seen the first two swords, and Lu Junfeng at that time knew that except for the four hall masters, there was no one in the entire Dragon City Four Universities who could suppress the madman in front of him.

The purple qi of Jiuzhang burst out, and a sword light was hidden deep in it.

Wang Chonghuan stood proudly with his hands in his hands, and looked coldly at Feng Yubei, who was submerged in purple qi, and said: "This 'purple qi from the east' is the supreme mastery of my Purple Qi Sect, and it can be regarded as a blessing for three lives if you can die under such a subtle mastery!"

Wang Chonghuan was extremely confident in his move, and he believed that not to mention a disciple of the Academy, even those Elder Hall Masters would not be able to survive under the Nine Feet Purple Qi.

Lu Junfeng listened to Wang Chonghuan's words, and his eyes were about to roll out.

It's not that he is arrogant, but he has followed Tang Ming all the way, and his ears are about to become calloused when he hears 'bold words' like Wang Chonghuan.

Every time someone who speaks like this, his expression is almost exactly the same as Wang Chonghuan, but the end is almost the same!

Sure enough, before he could finish speaking, a faint voice came out of the raging nine-zhang purple qi.

"One sword, break the mind!"

Feng Haobei's unique hoarse voice came, and Lu Junfeng immediately got up and withdrew more than ten feet towards the outside of the battle circle.

How the elder who presided over the big competition in the Dragon City Academy escaped from the martial arts arena with a lot of crawls, he remembers it vividly.

"Capture him quickly, don't let him escape!"

Looking at Lu Junfeng, who had withdrawn, Wang Chonghuan naturally thought that this guy saw that his helper had no hope of surviving, so he wanted to anoint the soles of his feet.

Lu Junfeng sneered, and then after withdrawing from a distance of more than ten zhang, he stopped his body and looked at the purple battle circle with his hands on his chest and a sneer.

Seeing Lu Junfeng stop, four disciples of the Purple Qi Sect immediately blocked Lu Junfeng's retreat from all sides, just waiting for the senior brother to give an order.

And at this time, a slight cracking sound suddenly came from the purple qi of Jiuzhang, and Wang Chonghuan, who had the same heart as the purple qi, finally changed his face.

A little sword gradually appeared in the tide of purple qi conjuring, and then slowly expanded, and in the end, the surging nine-zhang purple qi was like a brocade pa, and it was easily cut through by the ordinary long knife.

After Feng Haobei came out of the purple qi, he jumped up suddenly, and slashed down with a knife without any fancy swords!