Han Daxiong grinned, he understood that Feng Haobei fell to this step of the field today, and it was all because of him.

If he hadn't been in a hurry to tell the rules of the Yellow Sand World, these guys would definitely not have fought the trapped beasts.

And according to Feng Haobei's cultivation, it is not impossible to retreat with his whole body, but it is too late to say anything now.

"I, Han Daxiong, owe you in this life, and I will definitely pay you back as a cow and a horse in the next life!"

Han Daxiong dragged his heavy sword, walked to Feng Yubei's side step by step, and laughed loudly at the overwhelming sect disciples.

"Hehe, I've been sealing the north in this life, and it's worth it to get to know you before I die, but the only pity is that I still haven't understood the three swords of drinking blood after all!"

Feng Haobei showed a rare smile, raised the blood-drinking knife with his right hand, and gently brushed the rusty blade with his left hand, his eyes full of reluctance.

The blood-drinking knife also suddenly let out a mournful sound, it had already communicated with Feng Haobei's heart, and at this moment it sensed the master's will to die, and suddenly trembled.

"Come on, let's take a look at how many catties and taels you disciples of the sect are high up on weekdays!"

Han Daxiong laughed, the heavy sword in his hand was not only full of golden light, but also as soon as he reached the blue mang, a golden chain mail was even more shining.

"Nanming is away from the fire?!"

The six sect disciples who were standing in the distance suddenly widened their eyes when they saw the blue light shining above Han Daxiong's heavy sword.

Feng Haobei's expression slowly began to become wooden, but the blood-drinking knife in his hand burst out with a terrifying burst of blood at this moment, and the rust on the blade was gradually falling off, and a dazzling cold light flickered in it.

"Kill!"

After a low roar, Feng Haobei slammed his knife upward, and a ray of blood rose into the sky, slashing the two nearest sect disciples in front of him on the spot.

Han Daxiong flipped over his heavy sword, and the rippling sword qi rushed towards a sect disciple next to him, but his cultivation realm was not half a star worse than that of Feng Haobei, so he did not cause any substantial harm to that disciple.

However, when the disciple blocked Han Daxiong's heavy sword with the spirit sword in his hand, a blue light rushed along the place where the two swords collided.

Before that guy could react, the points around his body exploded like thunder, and countless blue rays broke through the points around his body like sharp arrows, killing him on the spot.

The tide of the closure of heaven and earth is getting closer and closer, and those disciples can't care about the two who are afraid of going crazy, especially after those personal disciples join them, the two of them are even more dangerous.

Thundered!

A shot pierced Han Daxiong's golden armor, and the spear in the hands of the Huanyang Sect's pro-disciple pushed forward violently, nailing Han Daxiong to the wall on the side of the valley.

Liu Zijian did not take advantage of the situation to kill Han Daxiong, but rushed forward and swept Han Daxiong and dodged into the valley.

Feng Haobei retreated again and again, and there were countless dense wounds on Zhou's body, and his eyes began to blur a little, but he could still vaguely see Han Daxiong who was nailed to the cliff of the valley in the distance, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Hahaha. You two guys, since you are bent on death, where can you miss me Lu Junfeng?!"

Just when everyone saw Iriya's hope, there was a burst of heart-wrenching laughter from behind.

Immediately, before everyone could react, a sword light that crossed the valley burst out from behind them, and after crushing seven or eight disciples in a row, it stopped in front of Feng Haobei's eyes.

Lu Junfeng held the spirit sword in his hand, and looked at Feng Haobei, who was already dying at the moment, with a faint smile, and the sword qi around him was agitated.

"You...... You shouldn't show up!"

Feng Haobei looked at Lu Junfeng in front of him, and said to this pedantic and rigid guy with a wry smile.

Feng Haobei understood that as long as Lu Junfeng didn't show up and hid in the crowd, he would definitely be able to fool him, after all, now all the disciples of the sect were bent on entering the valley, and no one would care if there was one more person around him.

"Hmph, just allow you to kill all sides, and don't let grandpa be happy and presumptuous?"

At this moment, Lu Junfeng spoke, and he no longer had the gentle and elegant way he usually did, and his grandfather opened his mouth and scolded his mother, which made Feng Haobei feel a trace of closeness.

"Come on, one more person will die here in vain!"

Feng Xiaobei smiled bitterly, and was about to say something, but a mouthful of blood gushed out directly.

"If I don't come, it won't be me Lu Junfeng!"

This young man, who usually advocates reasoning, finally became unreasonable, and he was still facing a legendary figure in the four universities.

Lu Junfeng blocked Feng Haobei behind him, and the long sword violently burst out more than three feet, and between the swings, the sound of wind and thunder rolled in.

"Hmph, all the disciples stand back, watch me capture him!"

Lu Junfeng's sword qi shattered three or four sect disciples, and from the time he appeared to the present, he had killed more than ten disciples, and finally, some disciples couldn't stand it.

The tall man who had spoken beside Yuan Zimo before stepped out, and the halberd in his hand exuded a sharp and heavy aura.

The rolling thunder also disappeared under the long halberd raised by the man.

He is a disciple of the Xuanliufold Sect, if he is really outside, how can he not surrender his identity to deal with an innate cultivator from an academy.

But now the form is very different, all these years, I don't know what the hell is going on in the Tongtian Pavilion, this time these disciples who came to the Yunmiao Immortal Sect turned out to be some unborn wizards.

The halberd was like a dragon, and the furious strength shattered the sword qi that Lu Junfeng exerted, and then with the halberd in one hand, the strong man handed out the halberd with one arm, and the majestic aura shot out from the halberd, smashing heavily on Lu Junfeng's chest.

"Flutter ......"

A mouthful of blood gushed out, and Lu Junfeng was instantly knocked out by this man.

The gap between them comes from the realm, and the strength of the strong man's aura is definitely not something that Lu Junfeng can compete with now.

"Hahaha, vulnerable!"

The stout man laughed, lifted the halberd with one hand, and walked towards the valley step by step under the gaze of the three of them.

"The box opens the sword to write the romance, and the air rushes into the sky to shoot the bullfight!"

Just as the stout man was about to step into the valley, a whisper sounded from behind him, and then a chill suddenly broke down his back.

He turned his face and looked at Lu Junfeng, who was staggering to his feet, waved his sleeves, and a purple light flashed in front of him.

When the light faded, everyone could see clearly that in front of this young man's eyes, there was an extra six-foot-long purple wood sword box.

The sword box was erected on his side, and Lu Junfeng did not open the sword box immediately, but gently brushed the purple wood box body, his expression and aura were exactly the same as when Feng Xiaobei had just brushed the blade of the blood-drinking knife.

"You have been in my hands for decades, and today I will leave all the romance of this box here!"

Lu Junfeng muttered to himself, as if he was talking to the sword box, and he seemed to be saying this to himself.

The sturdy man's expression suddenly became vigilant, and the aura of the halberd in his hand was surging, but he could not suppress the trembling fear in his head.

The slender fingers gently swiped across the sword box, and one after another sword intent rushed out of the purple box like a desolate beast that had escaped from the trap.

The disciples of the nearest sect had already been slashed by the sword intent that rushed out of the sword box before they could understand what had happened.

And at this moment, the sword box is only five inches open.

A line of black tide is already close behind him, and when he turns around, he can even see the chaotic qi surging in the closed heaven and earth, once he is caught in it, let alone them, even if he is at the peak of the Saint Venerable, he will not be able to escape death!

The disciples of the sect rushed up like a tide, and between the closed heaven and earth behind them, there was already a faint sound of wind and thunder.

If it was in the past, not to mention these sect disciples, even those six family lineages, after seeing such a sharp sword intent, they would not hesitate to avoid it.

But now they have no choice.

Retreat, behind him is the sound of wind and thunder closing the heavens and the earth, even a fool knows that he will definitely die if he is involved in it.

Enter, although the sword intent is cold, but there are many of them, there is always a glimmer of hope to rush into the valley.

All the sect disciples had red eyes and rushed towards Lu Junfeng frantically.

Even if Lu Junfeng had completely opened the sword box at this moment, and the fierce sword qi filled the entire valley mouth, it couldn't stop those disciples who had fallen into madness.

Moreover, more sword qi was resisted by those six personal disciples, and although the sword qi in Lu Junfeng's purple box had killed many sect disciples, it seemed a little powerless at this moment.

Lu Junfeng retreated again and again, and at this moment, his seven orifices were already full of blood, and the yellow sand world around him gradually turned into a bloody color in his eyes.

"Kill! That guy can't hold out for long, all the senior brothers must be vigorous!"

Yuan Zimo stood behind everyone, and so far, only he had no scars on his body, and only his sword was still in the hands of the swordsman, not yet unsheathed.

"Hehe, it seems that we are really going to die here, but it is not too bad to be able to die with you Feng Haobei!"

The sword intent in Lu Junfeng's purple box had been exhausted, and his body was also dripping with blood from the fierce sword qi of those sect disciples, but there was no trace of fear in his eyes at the moment, but he was a little relieved.

"Hahaha......"

Feng Haobei, who had been in Mu Ne for more than 20 years, laughed arrogantly at this moment, and his laughter was full of anger, and he couldn't tell that this was already a dying man.

"I Feng Haobei came all the way here, I have never failed the knife in my hand, nor have I failed myself, since I will die today, I will not live like this!"

Feng Haobei slowly raised the blood-drinking knife in his hand, and smiled at the long knife heroically: "Old man, look at Feng Haobei's last knife!!"

Buzz Buzz......

The blood-drinking knife trembled violently, and the blood qi on the blade rushed straight into the sky, and there was a faint sound of muffled thunder in the blood.

At the same time, Feng Haobei's whole body was filled with blood, and among the 48,000 pores on his body, a trace of blood oozed out, and thunder came from his body one after another.

A full hundred and eight explosions resounded like thunder throughout the psychic valley.

At the last moment, Feng Haobei shattered the one hundred and eight acupoints that had been expanded around his body, and the violent aura lost the traction of the acupoints, and completely became tyrannical in his body.

The long knife broke through the air, and a huge sword that pierced the heavens and the earth appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

The moment the sword was formed, not to mention the disciples of the sect, even the disciples of the personal lineage all retreated suddenly, and from this sword intent, they felt a power that was no less than the closure of the heaven and earth behind them.

Yuan Zimo's face finally changed, and the long sword in the sword attendant's hand let out a dragon groan, and instantly appeared in his hand.