The heads of the three sects felt the evil aura coming to their faces, and they couldn't help but beat a little in their hearts.

What is the origin of this Xuanyuan Dynasty?

Are the disciples from the academy so fierce?

The three of them are just disciples of the Daoxuan realm, but they can force a few of them in the late Tianxuan stage to be so embarrassed.

And the blow that came to their faces was obviously not so simple, and they all felt a chill to the bone in the momentum of the three of them.

The three of them scattered and retreated, but Han Daxiong and the three of them followed behind.

Feng Haobei dragged his sword and went straight to the real person in charge of the One Qi Sword Sect, and the long knife in his hand had already gathered a vast sword intent in the process of sweeping forward.

Yun Haochen held the sword in one hand, and while sweeping forward, his left hand held up the condensed sword intent in his hand, making a bow, a cold sword intent, staring at the palm of the child on the right.

Han Daxiong was thundering under his feet, and the divine flames and thunder were surging all over his body, the momentum was the most huge, and the heavy sword was held horizontally, rushing towards the child-like master on the left.

The three big guys who used to cover the sky in the Xuanmen of this world were actually forced to this extent by a few disciples from rural schools, they never dreamed of it.

The Blood Drinking Knife finally stopped mopping the ground, and the moment it swept up, the space in front of Feng Yubei's eyes rippled like ripples.

Countless treasures flew out of the Qiankun Secret Bag of the One Qi Sword Sect, and the colorful treasures instantly enveloped his whole person.

Yun Haochen's right hand retreated, his left hand raised slightly, and the sword intent in his hand began to tremble slightly like an arrow that opened the string.

In the distance, the palm's hands suddenly sealed, and a shield overflowing with golden light suddenly appeared in front of him, and countless spiritual weapons were wrapped around him.

Only Han Daxiong, one person and one sword, with an extremely arrogant attitude, slaughtered towards the master he faced, and the heat wave emanating from the divine flames around him burned all the yellow sand and dust under his feet.

"A thousand spirits rush into battle, and the gods sacrifice to the sky!"

The three masters shouted this sentence almost at the same time.

As their words fell, the blood that gathered into a river under their feet gradually struggled out of some shadows of nothingness, roaring and being swallowed by the thunder.

The originally crumbling heavenly thunder, after devouring many souls, suddenly drilled out of the clouds and bombarded the three of them.

Looking at the heavenly thunder that fell from the clouds, the three masters slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

But before they could come to their senses, they saw the attic in the distance rising into the sky, and it seemed to be surrounded by a giant dragon that exuded bright yellow energy.

Tongtian Pavilion flashed, and in the attic window on the top floor, there stood a middle-aged man with a handsome face.

The man put his hands behind his back and looked up at the mighty heavenly thunder, without a trace of fear on his face.

Thundered.

The first heavenly thunder fell, and it happened to fall in the Tongtian Pavilion guarding the top of the north of the seal.

Heavenly thunder and dragon qi strangled together, and heaven and earth trembled.

And no one could see that the man standing at the attic window was bleeding in an instant.

Feng Bei, who was blocked from the heavenly thunder, the blood-drinking knife slashed out without hesitation, and the turbulent space swept through the head of the Sword Sect like a breeze.

After the breeze, the blood mist suddenly rose.

When everyone came back to their senses, they found that the arms of Chang Beihong, the head of the One Qi Sword Sect, had disappeared from his shoulders.

The body around Tongtian Pavilion spun violently, and the next moment, it appeared on Yun Haochen's head, resisting that heavenly thunder again.

And the sword intent in Yun Haochen's hand was like a long rainbow, and after flashing a trace of essence, it disappeared between heaven and earth.

Just when everyone was stunned, in front of the eyes of the Eastern Ming Child Emperor, a rainbow light suddenly appeared, and slammed into the stunned Child Emperor.

A sword in the world!

That touch of sword intent seemed to have traveled through time and space, and suddenly appeared on the side of the Tong Huang, and he was caught off guard.

On the small body of the Tong Emperor, twelve blood mist exploded one after another, and the twelve points of the main vein were completely destroyed by this sword intent.

At this moment, there was already a slight crack on the Tongtian Pavilion, and the man who was originally standing at the top window was already covered in blood at this moment.

He looked at the three people on the ground, showing a kind smile like an elder looking at a junior, and then above the Tongtian Pavilion, the dragon qi was flourishing.

The last thunder was finally resisted by the Tongtian attic that had stood in Qingxia Town for thousands of years, and the man standing at the top finally fell down slowly.

With the body of a mortal, driving the dragon qi in the world is already a deed that goes against the sky, and what Xiao Farewell is blocking is still the heavenly punishment and thunder tribulation.

For the Heavenly Dao, it is an unforgivable sin!

After the last thunder at the moment, Tongtian Pavilion exploded, and Xiao Farewell was thrown out like catkins.

Yun Haochen, who originally had the upper hand, turned even pale, and spurted out a mouthful of blood.

He was connected to the heart of Tongtian Pavilion, and at this moment, he shattered Tongtian Pavilion, which was no less than an ordinary sword cultivator who shattered the natal spirit sword.

Yun Haochen has hurt the foundation!

After Yu Guang saw Xiao Farewell who flew out, Han Daxiong was even more angry and rushed towards the Tong Emperor.

The scorching divine flame and the violent erosion thunder instantly enveloped the small body of the human emperor.

A moment later, the flames dissipated.

The child emperor in front of him was burned alive into a pile of charcoal, and the two child emperors were already the same mother, at this moment, not only the child emperor in front of him was already lifeless, but even the child emperor who was broken by Yun Haochen had regressed a lot.

"If we continue like this, we will only die!"

The surviving Tong Huang turned around and looked at Chang Beihong, who was also miserable not far away, and shouted.

Chang Beihong felt the sharp pain coming from his shoulder, looked at the hideous face of the child emperor, and then nodded lightly.

The two of them suddenly raised their heads to the sky and roared, and the essence and blood around their bodies turned like a tide.

On the battlefield, all the blood and qi converged, depicting a huge Thousand Spirits Blood Array.

Not only the essence blood, but even their cultivation is also regressing at a speed that is visible to the naked eye.

Heavenly Xuan Eightfold, Dao Xuan Peak, Human Xuan Fivefold......

It was only at the beginning of Renxuan that it stopped.

And at this moment, the blood qi in front of the two of them has condensed into a huge blood array that covers the sky and the sun.

"Thousand Soul Blood Array, Evil Venerable Descends to the World!"

The original immature voice of the Tong Emperor became a little hoarse, and Chang Beihong on the side, among the seven orifices, the spirit poured out like the water that broke the embankment.

He was originally as old as an old man, but at the moment he was even more dead.

Obviously, the final killing move was a huge loss for the Tong Emperor, but it was even worse for him, a person whose vitality was already shallow.

However, they had no choice, if they didn't give up their lives, among the three people in front of them, except for Feng Haobei, who was already at the end of the strong crossbow, the remaining two could take their heads.

The tribulation clouds above their heads, as the blood array in front of them gradually condensed, those tribulation thunders seemed to have burrowed into the thunderclouds and disappeared.

However, the three of Feng Beibei clearly felt that above the drooping black clouds, the pressure was unprecedentedly strong.

It seems that in the seemingly calm clouds, more terrifying means are brewing.

It seemed to confirm the thoughts of the three of them, but after a moment's effort, a pair of big hands that covered the sky gathered by thunder slowly stretched out the clouds.

The huge palm slammed into the clouds on both sides, brutally tearing it open a huge gap.

Between the flashes of thunder, a giant with more than three feet in size suddenly jumped out of the clouds and landed in front of the three of Feng Beibei.

The thunder flashed up and down his body, and in his slightly closed eyes, there was a trace of heavenly coercion.

"Xuanfa Edict, Kill the Blood Spirit!"

The Tong Huang stretched out his hand suddenly, and a Xuanmen righteousness condensed on the handprint, and it sank into the forehead of the thunder giant.

The giant opened his eyes suddenly, and a mighty aura of heaven and earth shot out in an instant, and his huge eyes stared at the three people of Feng Haobei who were surrounded by blood and qi.

The right foot slowly lifted, and the violent thunder force seemed to tear the space apart.

The majestic heavenly power fell on the three of them, let alone resisting, even moving was an extravagant hope.

"Your uncle!"

Han Daxiong, who was suppressed by the majesty of the Heavenly Dao, roared angrily.

The flames of the Divine Phoenix around him surged violently, and an almost invisible Divine Phoenix Law appeared behind this guy.

Above the huge soles of the feet, thunder is raging!

The originally weak Divine Phoenix Law Aspect lasted only a moment before it was destroyed.

The soles of their feet landed on the three of them, and the violent thunder instantly enveloped the three of them.

Feng Xiaobei and Han Daxiong were more or less drooping with a trace of Xuanhuang Qi on their bodies, but they could still resist it.

But Yun Haochen was directly exposed to the thunder, and all the one hundred and eight points on his body were destroyed by the thunder.

When the giant raised the soles of his feet, except for Feng Haobei, who was still standing alone with a knife, Han Daxiong and Yun Haochen were all pressed to the ground.

Yun Haochen was bleeding from seven holes, and after the acupoints of his whole body exploded, his strength was wanton, and the cultivation around his body was fading at a terrifying speed.

Tong Huang and Chang Beihong looked at Feng Beibei and them with hideous expressions, and in addition to the joy in their eyes, there was also a monstrous hatred.

Their cultivation has stagnated in the early stage of the human mystery, and the cost of awakening the Thousand Spirit Blood Array Demon Venerable is too great, and it may be difficult for them to take half a step forward in their entire lives.

And the culprits who forced them from the clouds to the dust were the few originally inconspicuous secular imperial academy disciples in front of them.

The giant condensed by thunder retracted the soles of his feet, looked at Feng Yubei, who was still standing there, and let out a roar.

The violent air currents spread along with the raging thunder, shaking the clouds in the sky countless times.

The huge fists slammed together, and the electric snake shuttled wildly between the two fists, and the strength pushed both the Tong Huang and Chang Beihong out in an instant.

The Thunder Giant raised his fists high and smashed down towards Feng Yubei.

The space began to shake violently under the giant's fist, and the sound of breaking the sky drowned out the thunder in the clouds.

Feng Haobei took a pestle knife in both hands, and took a step with his right foot, and then a flickering Qilin law condensed again.

He had already been at the end of the crossbow when Han Daxiong and the others appeared, and at this time, in the face of Sha Zun, he was actually unable to support it.

However, the knife in his hand, the pride and uninhibition in his heart supported him to stand up from the bloody battlefield again and again.

The figure was forced back by the terrifying pressure, and even if he was on the ground with a knife and a pestle, he was forced out for a few feet.

As the body retreated, black-brown blood oozed from the 48,000 pores of his body, and there was a burst of exploding sound like a war drum around his body.

No one noticed that while Feng Haobei was being persecuted, the blood-drinking knife emitted bursts of strange coldness.

And the huge blood array in front of the Tong Huang and Chang Beihong was quietly weakening.