Feng Haobei didn't make a move, but Yuan Zimo was distracted by Tianzong's words.

Lu Junfeng's bloodstained face flashed with a glimmer of essence at the moment when Yuan Zimo's mind was turbulent.

There was a sound of thunder from the acupoints around the body, and a majestic aura instantly penetrated the twelve sword qi, and the twelve Jade Emperor Towers climbed to the peak at this moment!

The twelve sword intents were instantly arranged into a mysterious formation, trapping the god-killing style in it, and the flowing sword intents were wantonly destroying the strength above the god-killing style.

Yuan Zimo's mind was in turmoil, and the sword technique was destroyed behind, and at this moment, he finally couldn't help but spurt out a mouthful of blood.

The figure fell from mid-air like a defeat, but none of the surrounding sect disciples dared to step forward to catch him at this time.

Lu Junfeng stood firmly in place, the blood stains in the seven orifices on his face had already dried up, and his long hair gradually turned yellow, if it weren't for the fact that his body still contained a trace of the residual strength of the Heaven Stealing Pill, he must have died at this moment.

"If you win the sword trick and lose the foundation, why bother?"

Just after the twelve sword techniques had dispersed the god-killing style, Heavenly Punishment stood behind him and looked at the rippling energy in the sky, and muttered.

Feng Xiaobei's expression didn't see any change, but he stepped forward gently at this moment and held Lu Junfeng steadily.

"Let's go!"

Lei Pokong saw Yuan Zimo, who was gasping for breath on the ground in embarrassment at the moment, and his body was about to sweep into the distance as soon as he moved.

The rest of the disciples were also shocked, if you don't leave now, when will you stay?

That academy disciple hit Yuan Zimo hard, but don't forget that there is an even more terrifying Feng Bei beside him.

The young man with the knife wanted to keep them, but it was only a gesture.

Thinking of this, the six sect disciples here followed the thunder and broke through the sky, and their bodies burst into flames and swept towards the snowfield in the distance.

"Where are you going?"

Feng Haobei motioned for Heavenly Punishment to step forward to help Lu Junfeng, and then the blood-drinking knife slammed out of its sheath in his hand, and looked coldly at the children of the sect who fled in a hurry like a streamer, and said coldly.

The knife is rising.

Feng Haobei didn't have the habit of keeping his hands when he made a move, not to mention that he was already full of anger at this moment.

None of these sect disciples can leave today!

The disciple of the Huanyang Sect who had reminded Yuan Zimo before only felt a blood qi attack from behind him, and before he could feel fear, he only felt a cold under his knees, and a sharp pain hit his heart violently.

In an instant, Cheng Ming, whose legs were cut off by the Sealed Northern Qi Brush, let out a painful cry, and his body fell into the snowfield below.

Feng Haobei didn't even bother to take a look at such a person, his figure flashed with the sword, and the blade pointed directly at Lei Pokong, who rushed to the front.

"Bell ......"

Seeing that the blade of the blood-drinking knife was already close to Lei Pokong's back, but at this moment, a golden ray shot out from a distance, blocking the inevitable knife of Feng Haobei.

A fine cold sweat oozed from behind Lei Pokong, and the killing intent emitted by the knife just now shocked him.

Feng Haobei withdrew his sword, looking at the snow peak in the distance with a pair of eyes like a falcon, even he felt a slight numbness in his arms at this moment.

It can be seen that it must not be easy to rescue the person who broke the sky.

And what made Feng Weibei a little puzzled was that on this snowfield, who else could stop his blood-drinking knife except Tang Ming?

Demon Clan?

But why did the demon clan save Lei Pokong? In the mouths of the ancestors, Feng Haobei also knew that the demon clan would never allow the human race to cultivate.

Rolling waves of snow rushed down from the mountain peaks, and the entire snowfield trembled without warning at this moment.

A moment later, a curtain of snow was stirred up, and a giant about one foot and six feet tall appeared in front of Feng Beibei.

The person who came was holding a heavy knife, and a blood-colored giant tiger was under his crotch, but on the cold and biting snowfield, he was naked, revealing his solid flesh.

"Chi Jiu Li ?!!"

When Hua Xu in the distance saw the giant, his pupils contracted for no reason, and the ancestors in front of him all knelt on the ground subconsciously.

"See my king!"

Lei Pokong escaped death, and when he saw the strong man, his eyes showed joy, and then he knelt down without hesitation and shouted loudly.

The only remaining sect disciples in the group also knelt on the ground with joy and convincing, and shouted to the big man in front of them.

Chi Jiuli drove the blood tiger under his crotch to Feng Haobei, staring at Feng Haobei up and down with huge eyes, and nodded slightly.

"Are you willing to submit to my Li clan?"

Chi Jiuli looked at Feng Haobei, who was shrouded in a ray of blood in front of him, and the look of appreciation in his eyes was undisguised.

Hearing Chi Jiuli's words, Hua Xu's immature face showed a trace of anger.

Tianzong and Heavenly Punishment glanced at each other, and they both saw the look of shock in each other's eyes, while Lu Junfeng, who was already angry, sneered groggily.

He knows Feng Haobei very well, not to mention a powerful ancestor, even Tang Ming is not sure that he can make Feng Haobei surrender!

He realized his sword intent, of course, he could vaguely perceive Feng Haobei's sword intent, if today's Feng Haobei is a villain who sees the wind and rudders, then the blood-drinking knife in the Tongling Valley will not show that kind of majesty that destroys the world and destroys the world.

"What?

Chi Jiuli narrowed his eyes and stared coldly at the young man in front of him who didn't say a word, and there was a palpitating aura all over his body.

Lei Pokong was still kneeling on the ground at the moment, but after hearing Chi Jiuli's tone, a hint of joy flashed in his eyes.

The garbage of these schools definitely doesn't know the methods of this strong man in front of them, so it's okay, as long as they anger Chi Jiuli, they can be regarded as avenging them.

"I'm willing, of course I'm willing!"

To everyone's surprise, Feng Haobei smiled faintly at this moment and replied softly to Chi Jiuli.

"This ......"

After hearing Feng Yubei's answer, the people in the distance couldn't help but look sideways.

There are also a lot of life and death hurdles encountered along the way, and in their cognition, Feng Haobei is not the kind of person who can easily bow his head.

"Hahaha!"

Chi Jiuli laughed wildly, and the entire hill that shook trembled, and Lei Po who was lying on the ground broke through the air, but a deep look of disappointment flashed in his eyes.

However, before Chi Jiuli could put away his laughter, Feng Haobei on the side shook his head gently, lifted the rusty blood-drinking knife, and whispered to the blade.

"I'd love to, but the knife in my hand ...... But I'm not happy!"

After Feng Yubei's words fell, the rust on the blood-drinking knife began to slowly fall off, and the blood-red blade gradually appeared in front of everyone.

After a while, the originally rusty blood-drinking knife had changed its appearance, and after seeing the true face of this knife, Lei Pokong and other sect disciples couldn't help but shrink their heads.

The sword that covered the sky in the Tongling Valley was still hovering in their minds at the moment, to be honest, they didn't think that sword could threaten Chi Jiuli, but even so, they were still afraid of the knife in Feng Xiaobei's hand.

"Bloody, I'm getting more and more interested in you!"

To everyone's surprise, Chi Jiuli was not angry, but looked at Feng Haobei's eyes full of appreciation.

Turning over and jumping off the blood tiger, Chi Jiuli dragged the heavy knife and walked towards Feng Haobei step by step.

With Chi Jiuli's movements, the surrounding snow peaks and valleys trembled involuntarily, and countless snow rolled down from the top of the mountain.

Feng Haobei carried the knife in his backhand, his eyes were covered with the bequest blood mist in an instant, and the blood-drinking knife in his hand trembled under the influence of Feng Haobei.

The realm of this strong man in front of him is only at the innate level, but Feng Haobei vaguely feels that the realm that this guy adheres to is very different from the realm in their cognition.

So as soon as Feng Haobei made a move, he took out his own means of pressing the bottom of the box, the first type of three knives for drinking blood, and broke his mind!

The blood-drinking knife that absorbed the blood qi swept away the Shenhua of the blade, and the snowflakes around it that flew with Chi Jiuli were twisted into powder by the invisible sword qi in an instant.

When Chi Jiuli was still some distance away from Feng Yubei, he suddenly raised his knife, and the violent energy instantly strangled with the surrounding knife strength, making a burst of muffled thunder.

Chi Jiuli was like a bamboo, cutting off all the knife power emitted by the blood-drinking knife, and his body rushed towards Fengbei like thunder.

The first form of the three knives of drinking blood is called breaking thoughts, and the knife intent in it will affect the opponent, and the sword power emitted will cut off all the retreats, which is very terrifying.

But in front of Chi Jiuli, these knife intent and knife strength seemed to have lost their effect, and they collapsed at the touch of crisp ice.

Every time Chi Jiuli took a step forward, a trace of black-brown blood would ooze out of the forty-eight thousand pores around Feng Beibei's body.

In the blink of an eye, Chi Jiuli had already come to a place less than a foot in front of Feng Haobei, and after roaring angrily, Chi Jiuli suddenly raised the heavy knife in his hand, and the bones around Feng Qiubei's body were gurgling under the pressure of the violent airflow.

However, even under such a dead place, Feng Haobei still did not retreat even a step, and the blood-drinking knife in his hand exuded bursts of blood.

Feng Xiaobei, who was suppressed with all his might, did not have a trace of frustration on his face, but instead flashed a strange sneer.

The blood-drinking knife slammed into the ground, and endless blood-colored blades broke out from the snowfield under the feet of the two of them, and at this moment, the blood qi around Feng Haobei's body had formed a blood mist, enveloping his whole person.

A look of surprise flashed in Chi Jiuli's eyes, however, in the face of a knife that made all the sect leaders tremble, this ancestor was only surprised!

The sword hanging horizontally with the sky appeared in everyone's eyes again, the third form of the blood-drinking knife, breaking the vitality!

Under the blood-colored sword, the snowflakes flying in Zhou Tian began to stagnate strangely in mid-air at this moment.

And those sect disciples who were shrouded in blood, their originally full cheeks and bodies began to wither, and even the hair that broke through the sky gradually climbed a trace of whiteness.

At the beginning, this knife could burst out with great power in the face of the closing of heaven and earth, although Feng Haobei at this moment was not as good as that time, but the last knife of the three types of blood drinking was not gravity.

The blood-drinking knife stabbed into the ground, and Feng Haobei stubbornly used the handle of the knife against his body, forcibly casting the three blood-drinking knives, which was no less than the sacrificial sword that Lu Junfeng used when he faced Yuan Zimo before!

All the Xu people and the other ancestors opened their eyes wide, in their consciousness, could it be that the invincible Chi Jiuli died under the knife of that young man like this?

"Chi Jiuli, it's not so easy to lose!"

Just when Tianxing and the others breathed a sigh of relief, Hua Xu's slightly heavy voice came from behind.