Originally, when Feng Haobei didn't come, the cause and effect of those martial soldiers and dead sect disciples was enough to bombard Feng Haobei to death.

But after perceiving the Xuanhuang Qi on Han Daxiong's body, the heads of other sects, except for the Purple Spirit Zhenren, the other three couldn't help it.

Although they were very surprised, why did Ziling Zhenren, who had always been unable to move when he saw benefits, be abnormal at this time.

But in the face of Xuanhuang Qi, they didn't think so much, even people like Xuantian Zhenren could not hesitate to give up Tianjiao like Yuan Zimo for a trace of Xuanhuang Qi, let alone them?

Their thoughts are the same as those of Xuantian Zhenren, with this trace of Xuanhuang Qi, they can have a great deal of confidence to break through to the realm of Huading, so as to truly enter the eyes of those big forces.

Moreover, when Han Daxiong broke through the heavenly thunder, they also felt a trace of Nanming's fire breath from the heavy sword.

This is a good thing that can be ranked among the spiritual fires of heaven and earth, not to mention them, even the Valley of the Medicine King is only recorded in the classics.

Therefore, when they saw Han Daxiong shoot to disperse the heavenly thunder, they couldn't help it anymore.

Originally, the Ziling Zhenren who was with them knew the whole thing, but he didn't say a word.

For Ziling Zhenren, it's good that the masters of other sects are dead!

What are the top ten sects, it is estimated that in the near future, only the Purple Qi Sect will dominate the world.

"Sima Qingyun, you are really worth it!"

Looking at the thunderous battlefield in the distance, a sneer appeared at the corner of Zi Lingzhen's mouth.

If it weren't for Sima Qingyun's capture, he wouldn't have gone to the Human Dynasty in person, let alone met that young man, and he wouldn't have known everything that happened later.

Maybe now he is just like the few fools in front of him who are blinded by interests, and he has become a murderous knife in the hands of others.

If it weren't for the young master saying that he was not allowed to meddle in these things, Zi Ling would not only stand by and watch, but also might help Feng Beibei and them.

The three heavenly thunders were divided into sequences, mixed with the Huanghuang Tianwei falling.

Han Daxiong held the sword in his backhand, his figure rose from the ground, and he rushed directly towards the heavenly thunder, and a faint divine phoenix flame ignited all over his body.

Looking at the fire that was bubbling up all over Han Daxiong's body, the old man of the One Qi Sword Sect frowned slightly.

This breath seemed familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it.

Soon, this awkward aura was annihilated by the dragon qi and the three-foot Xuanhuang aura emitted by the Tongtian Pavilion.

Han Daxiong, whose figure swept into the air, slammed the heavy sword in his hand from the bottom up, and a sword qi like a waning moon shot out.

But instead of slashing towards the heavenly thunder above his head, he swept over Yun Haochen's head and blocked the first heavenly thunder.

Han Daxiong, who turned around with his sword, roared angrily, and the one hundred and eight points around his body instantly flowed with a hundred breaths, and the violent sword qi flashed from the heavy sword again.

This time, the forward-swept sword qi bypassed the heavenly thunder in front of him and blasted the last thunder dragon away.

After the two swords, Han Daxiong only felt a tingling pain coming from the acupoints around his body, and the heavy sword in his hand seemed to weigh a thousand pounds.

The thunderbolt that locked him in front of him fell fiercely, slamming him into the ground with his sword.

Han Daxiong broke two heavenly thunders in a row, but Yun Haochen was not idle, and the long sword condensed by the blood of the Heavenly Sword in his hand slashed across the sky.

Everyone only felt a flower in front of them, and even Feng Xiaobei didn't see the trajectory of this sword clearly.

The three people on the opposite side finally put away their contempt, whether it was Han Daxiong's ability to break the sky and thunder, or the stunt of the Heavenly Sword remnant in front of them, it made their hearts palpitate.

The sword came and went quickly, and there seemed to be no movement on the empty battlefield except for the occasional strong wind.

This sword of the Heavenly Sword Remnant gives people a feeling of being anticlimactic.

The few people present knew that Yun Haochen's sword was not simple, but they couldn't detect the slightest killing intent and sword aura.

Bang......

An inconspicuous pebble scattered in the field exploded inexplicably, bringing a little noise to the empty battlefield.

Just when everyone was puzzled, Yun Haochen in the distance took a step forward and stabbed the sword intent in his hand into the ground.

"Lei Chi, surprise!"

As Yun Haochen's words fell, the inconspicuous stones on the battlefield that had been stepped on into the blood exploded one after another.

The explosion of a stone may be inconspicuous, but the explosion of thousands of stones has far overshadowed the thunder in the black clouds overhead.

It was as if boiling water had been splashed into the boiling oil, with Yun Haochen as the center, within a radius of three zhang, it was suddenly like an exploding thunder pool.

When the stones are broken, there is always a flash of sword energy, and among the countless stones, there is infinite sword intent.

The ground collapsed, and the thunder continued.

Everyone, including Yun Haochen, was drowned out by the sound of this sword qi exploding in an instant.

It lasted for a full quarter of an hour, and when Yun Haochen re-condensed the Heavenly Sword Sword Intent, the sword intent that exploded like boiling water between square inches could be calmed down.

The few people in front of them, Feng Haobei and Han Daxiong were shrouded in the scope of Tongtian Pavilion, and they were not affected by the impact of the sword qi.

But the remaining three sects were not so lucky.

The oldest old man, dressed in a silver moon robe, was already torn, and even a trace of blood was spilling from the corner of his mouth.

And the two children standing beside them didn't seem to be very hurt, but in the hands of the two of them, they each held a pearl that had lost all their glory.

"The bloodline of the Heavenly Sword really deserves its name!"

One of the children, dressed in a cloud walk, shook hands violently and completely crushed the orb that had been scattered in his palm.

The Northern Netherworld Spirit Bead, even in their Sword Sect, is a rare treasure, and only the Master Sect is qualified to wear it with him.

This orb can absorb the aura between heaven and earth, and then nourish the body, and can use the aura as a barrier to resist some powerful attacks.

The most important thing is that this orb can domesticate spiritual energy, and can even refine some tricky spiritual fires, such as Nanming Lihuo!

However, today, in this Cloud Mountain, it was destroyed in the hands of a disciple of an academy whose cultivation was only in the realm of Daoxuan.

"Phew...... Damn, it's really strong!"

Han Daxiong got up from the ground with a bloody face, and the injuries on his body were all from the last thunder.

That is, the body contains the flame of the divine phoenix and the thunder of erosion, and there is the protection of the Xuanhuang qi.

Otherwise, with the power of that heavenly thunder, he could definitely be split into slag.

Feng Haobei looked at Han Daxiong's appearance, and the corners of his mouth pulled out an ugly arc, this was the second time he laughed in one day, in the past, this was absolutely unimaginable.

"Remember the Psychic Valley?"

Feng Haobei held the knife and slowly stood up, with a hint of remembrance in his expression.

Han Daxiong looked stunned, and then nodded imperceptibly.

Of course, he remembered that at the beginning, the three of them, facing the disciples of the sect Tianjiao, would not retreat.

"It would be nice if Lu Junfeng was also there, but unfortunately, this guy missed it this time!"

Feng Haobei slowly raised the blood-drinking knife in his hand, and according to his perception of breath, he knew that the three of them were definitely not the opponents of these three sect masters.

What's more, there was also the Heavenly Thunder that was eyeing him overhead, and the Thousand Spirit Blood Array that could be suppressed even by the sword intent around him.

Han Daxiong's face changed, and from Feng Haobei's words, he vaguely guessed that maybe this guy didn't know that Lu Junfeng had died in the Northern Yan Dynasty.

"It's okay, without that sword idiot, isn't there a Heavenly Sword bloodline here, it's all the same!"

Han Daxiong suppressed his emotions stubbornly, tried his best to squeeze out a smiling face, and said to Feng Haobei pretending to be relaxed.

Yun Haochen turned around and glanced at Feng Haobei, his eyes full of fanaticism.

The man standing with a knife in front of him was a legend among all the schools in the Yue Dynasty.

"Kill!"

Feng Haobei, who said this, had a cold look in his eyes, and then his body swept forward and dragged his knife away.

The blood-drinking knife behind him fell to the ground, emitting a strange red glow, and everywhere it went, it was blood-colored, like a rakshasa descending.

Yun Haochen followed closely, stepped out suddenly, brushed up the Heavenly Sword Sword intent condensed into a spirit sword in his hand with one hand, and made a sword posture with his left hand, and the sharp sword light penetrated the entire battlefield in an instant.

"A sword in the world!!"

The fierce sword qi became illusory at this moment, and immediately after the blood-drinking knife, the sword qi fluctuated.

"Damn, I don't have a mastery that I can handle, it's a shame!"

Han Daxiong looked at the two coquettish companions in front of him with annoyance. Then the horizontal sword was in front of him.

Its momentum was like thunder, rushing towards the illusory sword qi.

In an instant, the Divine Phoenix Flame was mixed with the thunder of erosion, and it was covered with a layer of light blue Nanming Lihuo, and in the mud pill palace on his forehead, three feet of Xuanhuang Qi descended.

He didn't have a mastery, but the momentum exuded from his body overshadowed Yun Haochen's sword and Feng Beibei's sword trick.

Looking at the three young men who attacked and killed in front of him, a look of horror appeared on the faces of the three major masters.

The heavenly thunder also seemed to sense the breath of several people at this time, and the black clouds drooped violently, within reach.

Among them, the thunder was overflowing, and countless heavenly thunders began to condense in the black clouds, and three huge dragon heads poked out of the clouds.

"Unbeatable!"

The three of them glanced at each other, then withdrew their figures, intending to avoid their edge.

Whether it was Feng Haobei, who was walking in the front, or Yun Haochen and Han Daxiong who were close behind, they all gave them a feeling of being on their backs.

A sect leader naturally will not fight for his life with a few academy disciples.

Above the sky, the thunder tribulation condensed within the clouds was enough to bombard these three people, and all they had to do was delay time.

The idea of the three of them is good, but if this matter is known to outsiders, their jaws will definitely drop.

The head of a first-class sect was actually forced to this extent by a few sect disciples, and it was the first time they had suffered it.

When the elder of the One Qi Sword Sect swept away his body, his fingers curled slightly, and a stream of spiritual light emitted out, pulling out the bloody qi on the ground.

The two children's shapes were not idle, and their hands carved out mysterious formations one after another, injecting these bloody qi into the Thousand Spirit Blood Array.

The clouds above his head became more and more manic, and the rolling thunder poked his head out of the black clouds from time to time.

Feng Haobei's blade turned, his figure swept to the right, drinking blood behind him, and his eyes locked directly on the old man.

Yun Haochen was immersed in the sword intent, the two fingers of his right hand were together, and he turned into a sword carrying the sword intent, killing the other person on the side.

Han Daxiong fell last, and in addition to the various spiritual flames emitted by his body, he also rolled up a cloud of dust that connected to the sky, roaring like a dragon.