Heaven and earth open Hongmeng, rise and fall.

Xuanhuang Qi is one of them, the meaning of the heaviness of all things in the main world, which can abandon the number of cause and effect of heaven and earth.

Xuanhuang Qi is precious and abnormal to ordinary cultivators.

Especially the cultivators of the ten major sects will inevitably be contaminated with the causal misfortune of some secular dynasties.

This is also the reason why, after seeing Han Daxiong's Xuanhuang qi on the battlefield, those masters who are used to seeing the world are crazy about it.

However, at this moment, the Tong Emperor's Xuan Qi entered the body, but it was not the same thing.

The acupoints around the body were subjected to unimaginable oppression, and even the spirit of the soul seemed to be crumbling by that breath of Xuanhuang Qi.

The child emperor, who was originally prostrate on the ground, had his eyes bulging out in an instant, and his whole person curled up suddenly, as if he was suffering unimaginable pain.

"Rao...... Spare your life!"

lasted no more than a quarter of an hour, and the originally arrogant child emperor could no longer support it.

People who have not experienced the entry of Xuanhuang Qi into the body have no way to experience his suffocating feeling that even his soul is about to be crushed.

"Hehe, it's too late to think of begging for mercy now!"

Han Daxiong was unmoved, he was not a murderous person, but he was definitely not a moral gentleman.

When Xiong Wushuang didn't appear before, did the Tong Emperor ever think that he would let them live?

The Xuanhuang Qi in his hand was flourishing, pouring down Han Daxiong's finger sword like the water of a broken embankment.

Around the Tong Huang, a series of low roars sounded, and the acupoints around his body exploded violently, and the pungent smell of blood instantly wrapped the whole person.

"The Eastern Stygian Sword Sect, I won't let any of them go!"

At the moment before the child's consciousness dissipated, he only heard Han Daxiong's words that were as cold as a knife.

Han Daxiong, who withdrew his right hand, turned to look at Chang Beihong, who was already colorless, and smiled coldly.

This smile frightened Chang Beihong's three souls out of his body, looking at Han Daxiong's expression, Chang Beihong seemed to understand something.

"This is the treasure of my One Qi Sword Sect, Chang Beihong is willing to use it in exchange for my life!"

Chang Beihong's right hand flexed his fingers and knocked a little on his chest.

A ripple of spiritual light slowly spread out from the old guy's chest, and a Shenhua restrained long sword slowly appeared in front of several people.

"Nine Rank Spirit Weapon?"

Xiong Wushuang looked at the spirit sword in front of him, his eyes narrowed slightly.

"I didn't expect this old guy to be quite stocked!"

Xiong Wushuang brushed the hilt of the sword with one hand, although he disdained to use spiritual weapons, but when he saw good things, he couldn't help but be a little moved.

"That's right, this nine-rank spirit weapon refers to the Heavenly Xuan Sword, and it is the treasure of my One Qi Sword Sect. ”

Chang Beihong looked at Xiong Wushuang's expression, and his heart burst with joy.

As long as the things they take out can enter their eyes, their old life will be saved today.

As for the treasures that have been passed down from generation to generation of the sect, in Chang Beihong's eyes, let alone a single treasure, even the entire One Qi Sword Sect is not as important as its own life.

"The Nine Rank Spirit Weapon is good, but if you want to exchange it for your life, it's not enough!"

Who knows, Han Daxiong picked up the spirit sword in one hand and observed it for a while, then turned around and shook his head and said to Chang Beihong.

"Huh?!"

Chang Beihong's eyes widened violently, pointing out that the Tianxuan Sword was already the most precious treasure he could take out.

In his opinion, how much insight can a disciple of the academy have? The Nine Rank Spirit Weapon was enough to move his heart.

But he didn't want to, Han Daxiong didn't seem to play cards according to the routine at all, and the nine-grade spirit weapon seemed to be nothing more than that in his eyes.

"Brother, it's almost, just this old man's shabby appearance, I don't think I can get anything too good. ”

Even Xiong Wushuang on the side couldn't stand it anymore, this guy in front of him was exactly the same as Tang Xiaozi.

Chang Beihong's eyes rolled sharply, he did have a trace of luck, but looking at this posture, it was obvious that he couldn't hide it.

"In the One Qi Sword Sect, there is also a Heavenly Sword Sword Intent, which can save the Yun Family disciple of the Heavenly Sword bloodline before, and this refers to the Heavenly Xuan Sword, which will improve its quality with the change of cultivation......"

Chang Beihong knew that he couldn't hide it, so he immediately told everything he knew.

"You say, Yun Haochen can still come back to life?!"

Han Daxiong can not care about other things, but Yun Haochen's life and death, he has to be cautious.

"Yes, as long as you fuse the Heavenly Sword Sword Intent, use the sword as a guide, and according to the characteristics of the Heavenly Sword bloodline, you can definitely come back from the dead!"

Although Chang Beihong is reluctant in his heart, he is now stronger than people.

At the beginning, the One Qi Sword Sect stole this Heavenly Sword Sword Intent from the Heavenly Xuan Sect, and the ghost knew how much he paid for the One Qi Sword Sect.

Han Daxiong turned around and looked at Xiong Wushuang with straight eyes.

If anyone can distinguish the truth of what this old guy said, there is only Xiong Wushuang among the people present.

"Don't look at me, I don't even know what the Heavenly Sword bloodline is, what is it to bring the dead back to life!"

Xiong Wushuang glared, he was a character who didn't care about everything, how could he know everything.

Besides, the characteristics of the Heavenly Sword bloodline are only known to a certain number of people, and this has nothing to do with the level of cultivation.

"It's true!"

Just when Han Daxiong was about to use some 'special' methods, Feng Haobei, who had already fainted, didn't know when he woke up and nodded lightly at Han Daxiong.

"If that's the case, then it's ...... Send you on your way!"

A trace of hideousness flashed in Han Daxiong's eyes, and then he turned around suddenly, and the finger Tianxuan Sword in his hand flashed with a sword light like a practice.

Chang Beihong's head flew high, with a look of disbelief on his face.

Xiong Wushuang's eyes narrowed slightly, and he seemed to be very disgusted by Han Daxiong's rebellion.

"Why do you want to take his head when you've promised him a horse?"

Xiong Wushuang slowly took a step back, looking at Han Daxiong who had caught his head at the moment with cold eyes.

Although he was reckless, he spat on a nail, and now Han Daxiong's reversal made Xiong Wushuang very disdainful.

"When did I promise him?"

Han Daxiong held his bloody head, turned around and stared at Xiong Wushuang's eyes without shying away.

"I just asked them if they wanted to die or live, but I didn't promise to let them live!"

"If they had killed me as a cultivator in the beginning, I would have no regrets, but they were wrong, they shouldn't have involved so many ordinary soldiers in order to kill us. ”

With a wave of the long sword in Han Daxiong's hand, he cut off the head of the child emperor, and said lightly to Xiong Wushuang.

"The Thousand Spirits Blood Array contains the spirit of more than 100,000 ordinary warriors, who should they talk to about these wandering souls and wild ghosts?"

Xiong Wushuang was speechless, and then felt the blood around him rising to the sky, and he couldn't help but sigh a little in his heart.

The life of a mortal is no different from an ant in the eyes of a cultivator.

But Xiong Wushuang knew that Tang Ming had always rejected this kind of cultivation in the eyes of a cultivator.

In the battle of Yunwu Mountain, the 180,000 Shangyun troops fled in the wilderness, and the culprit of all this was not the Xuanyuan warriors who guarded here, but the immortal leaders of the sect who were regarded as gods by the Shangyun Kingdom.

And Feng Haobei's 90,000 foot soldiers, less than 1,000 remaining, 800 dragon scale iron horses, life and death are uncertain.

"Let's go, if you go later, it is estimated that the eight hundred dragon scale iron horses will be hanging!"

Han Daxiong put away the spirit sword and carried Feng Haobei, who had no strength to stand up.

"Knife ......"

The weak Feng Haobei pointed to the blood-drinking knife erected on the ground at this moment, and said eagerly.

Han Daxiong, who was carrying Feng Yubei behind his back, walked in front of the blood-drinking knife and shook it with one hand.

"Huh?!"

Looking at the long knife in his hand that did not move at all, Han Daxiong increased the strength in his hand.

It's a pity that no matter how hard Han Daxiong tried, the blood-drinking knife in front of him seemed to have taken root, and it didn't move at all.

"The knife is the same mind, except for him, no one else can pick it up!"

Xiong Wushuang, who was digesting Han Daxiong's 'teachings' on the side, couldn't help but pout after seeing Han Daxiong's movements.

"What then?"

Han Daxiong glared, Feng Yubei at this moment didn't even have the strength to stand up, let alone hold a knife.

"Get out of the way, look at Grandpa Bear mine!"

Xiong Wushuang walked in front of the blood-drinking knife, first glanced at Han Daxiong defiantly, and then held the knife with both hands.

"Up!!"

Xiong Wushuang, who roared angrily, the qi around his body surged like a tornado, and the blood-drinking knife was also leaving the ground inch by inch.

Xiong Wushuang, who was holding the blood-drinking knife with both hands, glanced at Feng Haobei in surprise, the knife intent contained in the long knife in his hand was far beyond his imagination.

"I'll hold the knife on your back, hurry up, otherwise I won't be able to hold on to Grandpa Xiong for long!"

The green tendons on Xiong Wushuang's forehead were constantly beating, which showed how terrifying the blood-drinking knife containing knife intent was.

Han Daxiong nodded, and then picked up Feng Haobei and swept towards Beiling, followed by Xiong Wushuang.

......

There is a fairy island in the south of the wide sea, which is called 'coming from the east'.

Legend has it that this east-coming fairy island came from the east of Donghao Mountain, and fell to the south of the wide sea ten thousand years ago.

As for whether it is true or not, no one knows, but there are few people here with huge waves all year round, and it is said that there will be immortals on the fairy island from time to time when the immortal sword goes out to sea.

And at this moment, above the stormy waves, there is a faint black dot flickering back and forth, if anyone can get in, they will find that above the turbulent waves, there is a young man with white hair flying cross-legged.

Tang Ming closed his eyes, his figure rose and fell with the waves, and when the dragon of an immortal mountain not far away gradually became clear, Tang Ming opened his eyes suddenly.

"One Qi Sword Sect!"

A sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, and then when the next wave rose, the man who was originally sitting cross-legged on the wave had disappeared without a trace.

Under the Zhitian Peak of Donglai Immortal Island, a sharp sword flashed, and Tang Ming's feet landed steadily on this land that all sword cultivators in the world yearn for.

Looking up at the towering peaks, Tang Ming narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Who?!"

Just as Tang Ming raised his feet and was about to walk, a broken cry came from the top of his head.

Immediately after, a sharp sword aura fell in front of Tang Ming's eyes, cutting open a deep ditch that was more than three feet long.

A blue-robed sword-bearing cultivator appeared in front of Tang Ming, his eyes like a sword out of its sheath, extremely powerful.

"I'm here to visit. ”

A faint smile appeared on the corner of Tang Ming's mouth, and there was no trace of emotional fluctuations on his face.

"Hmph! When I was in one Qi Sword Sect, what kind of place did I dare to be presumptuous!"

Although the person who came only had the innate peak of cultivation, the tone of his speech was even more domineering than that of the Purple Qi Sect!

"I don't just want to be presumptuous, I want to step on the mountain!"

Tang Ming took a step forward, and the violent energy spread out in all directions, and two sword qi shot out from his eyes, instantly penetrating the disciple's Mud Pill Palace!