The huge fist like a mountain fell suddenly, Feng Haobei squinted his eyes slightly, squeezed the blood flowing out of his eyes out of his sockets, and gradually regained a trace of clarity in front of him.

The blood-drinking knife in his hand began to tremble wildly, and a red light slammed into the blade fiercely along the Thousand Spirit Blood Array in front of him.

Tong Huang and Chang Beihong only discovered at this time that the spirit of the Thousand Spirit Blood Array in front of them seemed to have been swallowed up a lot by the long knife in the young man's hand.

The blood-drinking knife that devoured the essence of the Thousand Spirits Blood Array had a strange red light circulating on its surface, and there seemed to be purple thunder beating above the blade.

"Yun Haochen, Heavenly Sword Thunder Pool!"

Feng Haobei roared, and the spirit knife in his hand flew out violently, this was the first time he had left the long knife since he held the blood-drinking knife tightly.

The thunder roared in the sky, and countless electric snakes sprang out of the black clouds and sank above the giant's head, making the power of the falling fists go up a step again.

The shattering of Tongtian Pavilion had already hurt Yun Haochen's foundation, but at this moment, he couldn't care much more.

Yun Haochen, who stood up with a slight tremble, suddenly stretched out his right hand and grabbed the collar of the robe, and then with a wave of one hand, he ripped off the entire robe.

Yun Haochen's upper body was completely destroyed, and among the thunderclouds within reach, he seemed to sense the will emanating from this indomitable man's body, and then the thunder rolled in the sky and attacked Yun Haochen.

Chen Haoyun, who was naked, slowly deepened his right hand, and above his fingertips, the sword qi surrounded the blood.

Two fingers together into a sword, facing the roaring thunder, Yun Haochen turned a blind eye, just lowered his head.

And pointed to the right hand of the sword, methodically carving back and forth on his body, and blood marks gradually began to gather and form on his naked upper body.

As the blood marks slowly circulated around the upper body, behind Yun Haochen's back, a glittering spirit sword slowly condensed and formed.

The Heavenly Sword is in the same vein, and he is born with sword intent.

Their swords, flowing in the blood given to them by their ancestors, contain thousands of years!

In the seven orifices, the blood had already blurred the entire cheek, and at the moment when the spirit sword behind him was formed, an undetectable white light shot out from Yun Haochen's mouth and fell into the spirit sword behind him.

In an instant, Yun Haochen's whole body was exhausted, but the spirit sword behind him turned on his spiritual wisdom at this time.

With my essence and soul, I have forged the charm and wisdom of the Heavenly Sword.

This is the most powerful sword condensing method in the Heavenly Sword lineage, but since ancient times, few people have been able to fuse their own qi and Heavenly Dao sword intent together.

Therefore, Chen Haoyun's methods, not to mention the Tonghuang and Chang Beihong in front of him, even if it is Tang Ming or the machine spirit, it is impossible to understand.

The thunderbolt above the sky fell, smashing Yun Haochen's lifeless body.

But before the thunder dissipated, the spirit sword condensed between heaven and earth trembled violently, and there was a terrifying tearing force on the sword body.

Not only did it absorb all the heavenly thunder that fell on the world, but the sword qi also swallowed up the power of the thunder that was hundreds of feet in all directions through the clouds.

The heavenly thunder faded, but the purple-gold heavenly thunder began to dance above the spirit sword.

The giant sword lay horizontally, and the heavens and the earth all changed color at this moment, and the vast sword intent was like the most dazzling star between the heavens and the earth, fleeting.

At the same time, at the place where the fist fell, countless purple-gold heavenly thunderbolts burst out, and sword intent as small as hair rushed out wildly.

Completely wrapped the two fists of the Demon Venerable and the flying blood-drinking knife.

Feng Haobei closed his eyes, and the blood and qi in his body completely escaped from the shackles at this moment, and the aura of the divine beast contained in his blood gradually began to permeate his body.

The sword intent took root in the heart, then grew clumsily, and then withered and withered, everything seemed to happen in a moment.

Annihilation, rebirth!

At this moment, Feng Haobei suddenly opened his eyes, and two rays of blood shot out from his eyes, directly breaking through the Heavenly Sword Thunder Pool that was entwined with the fists of this evil venerable.

The figure flickered, and an ancient divine beast suddenly condensed around him, roaring towards the falling fist of the Evil Zun.

Feng Haobei, who crashed headlong into the Heavenly Sword Thunder Pool, stretched out his right hand and violently held the Blood Drinking Knife, and the blood qi around his body swirled.

In an instant, the blood-drinking knife was like a dragon whale in the broad sea, devouring all the purple gold heavenly thunder.

On the blade of the knife, a chill suddenly rose.

Turning around and stepping on the top of the head of the divine beast, the knife walked with him, and the knife rolled up a touch of heavenly thunder, slammed on the ground, and slammed into the fist that fell from the evil venerable.

Thundered!!

The entire Cloud Mountain trembled wildly at this moment.

And when they saw the scene in front of them, Tong Huang and Chang Beihong finally understood why Zi Ling Zhenren had a hint of pity when he looked at them at the beginning.

Such Tianzhong wizards are said to be their respective sects, even if they are Xuanyue, only the young master can compare with them.

But no one would have thought that such a genius would appear in a small rural school!

The long knife thundered through the sky, and the blade gave birth to purple lotus.

A purple gold thunderbolt the size of a baby's fist began to condense on the tip of the blood-drinking knife.

Half an hour later, a lotus petal with a faint halo unfolded, followed by a second and a third......

The purple golden lotus gave birth to a total of twelve petals, and the heavenly thunder in the sky faded, and between heaven and earth, in addition to the flickering thunder on the body of the evil venerable, there was only that little purple light left.

"Open!"

Feng Yubei, whose body was wrapped in the heavenly thunder, roared angrily, and the blood-drinking knife slammed off, and then stepped forward, and the blade was lifted along the inner arm of the Evil Venerable.

The purple qi passed through the sky, and the lotus opened up the blood array.

The strength faded, and when everything had calmed down, the Tong Emperor and Chang Beihong didn't know what to say.

On the ground in the distance, Feng Haobei was still standing with a knife, and no one thought that this man who was still standing could survive.

And the huge true body of the Demon Venerable, the right arm has disappeared without a trace, and on the left arm, the five fingers are completely destroyed.

However, in the Dao Xuan Realm, there are those who are in the Thousand Spirits Blood Array and have been suppressed by eighty percent of their cultivation, but they can actually cut off one of their arms in the end?

Tong Huang and Chang Beihong glanced at each other, and they both saw incredible shock and ...... in each other's eyes Fear!

"Roar!!"

With a wave of his left arm, the sky was thundering and turbulent, and the black clouds that had originally dissipated gathered again.

The rolling thunder fell, and a moment later, the shattered deity who had lost one of his arms walked out of the thunder again.

The right arm that they had worked so hard to cut off in Fengbei had already been restored to its original state.

"This time it seems...... It's really powerless!"

An ugly smile appeared at the corner of Feng Yubei's mouth, first said a word to the purple golden lotus in his arms, and then looked at Han Daxiong, who was staggering to stand up not far away.

The Heavenly Sword Thunder Pool was blessed on the Blood Drinking Knife, and it was just one of that guy's arms.

With Han Daxiong's means, even if he was carrying the flames of the Divine Phoenix and the thunder of erosion, he would not be able to shake the Evil Venerable in the slightest.

After all, Han Daxiong is not Tang Ming!

If the person who stood up slowly behind them today was Tang Ming, Feng Haobei was ten percent sure that they would be able to leave Yunwu Mountain safe and sound!

Unfortunately, all this is just an unrealistic fantasy after all.

"Your uncle, even if Lao Tzu dies, he will leave something from you!"

The toes kicked forward sharply, and the heavy sword in his hand suddenly flew up, and Han Daxiong made a mistake and resisted the heavy sword on his shoulder.

The flames of the divine phoenix around him appeared again, and the Xuanhuang Qi surged down like a canopy of heaven.

When he was in the snowfield and achieved the position of human emperor, in fact, Han Daxiong's role was even greater than Tang Minglai's.

Some of the skills that Tang Ming and the disciples of the sect could not master, were handed over by Han Daxiong to everyone in the Xu tribe.

Even if Tang Ming got the rice from Kui Niu in the end, it was Han Daxiong who dispersed and taught the ancestors how to plant.

These things, when they left Yunmiao Immortal Island, the Xuanhuang Qi that Han Daxiong absorbed was several times thicker than Tang Ming.

A trace of Xuanhuang Qi can achieve Huading, but the Xuanhuang Qi contained in Han Daxiong's body is enough to make all the sects in the world, including forces like Xuanyue, crazy.

Originally, the Xuanhuang Qi gathered according to the acupoints around his body, even if the heavenly thunder descended into the world, even if the Demon Venerable was in front of him, it was impossible to keep him here.

However, Han Daxiong is not a person who is willing to survive, leaving Feng Haobei and escaping alone?

If he Han Daxiong had such a character, Tang Ming would not have taken him away from Shangyu Village in the first place, nor would he use the Divine Phoenix Flame and the Erosion Thunder to help him open his meridians.

And he won't go all the way here to face this Heavenly Dao Thunder Tribulation that is almost within reach!

Shoulder-to-shoulder heavy sword, step like thunder.

Han Daxiong relied on the Xuanhuang Qi that was falling from his body, and completely countless heavenly thunders fell one after another, and went straight to the Evil Zun.

And Shazun raised his fists again, but this time, above Shazun's palm, the heavenly thunder condensed into a huge giant hammer.

The giant hammer condensed by the heavenly thunder fell from the sky like a meteor, and it was obviously several times more powerful than the punch that faced Feng Yubei for the first time.

Han Daxiong ran to the place five feet in front of the Evil Zun, and stepped into the ground with one foot, his body swept up like a sword.

The giant hammer descended into the air, and the heavy sword went upstream.

The two slammed into each other.

And at the moment when the heavy sword on Han Daxiong's shoulder just touched the Evil Giant Hammer, Han Daxiong, who was originally sweeping forward, suddenly stopped.

Nan Ming's fire covered the entire heavy sword in an instant, and the Divine Phoenix Flame once again rose into the air, turning into a textured Divine Phoenix Law Phase, and the erosion thunder flowing out of the hole frantically devoured the thunder power emanating from the body of the Divine Champion.

The extended sword light sank down sharply the first time it touched the giant hammer, and then swept forward.

Han Daxiong took the opportunity to take a step forward, holding the hilt of the sword with his right hand, and raising his left hand to slightly drag the body of the heavy sword.

"Holy, this guy wants ......"

Reluctantly raised his head, looking at the vigorous battlefield in the sky, Feng Yubei, who was already with a weak breath, couldn't help but burst out a foul word after seeing Han Daxiong's movements clearly.

Pick up the mountain!

This method, in Tang Ming's body, he has seen it more than once, and its momentum is like an angry tide destroying Dayue, which is really not to be underestimated!

But after all, it was Tang Ming, a man who could only crawl on the ground and tremble even if he was the head of the sect.

Han Daxiong, who was in the middle of it, only understood the moment he picked up the giant hammer on one shoulder that this mountain situation seemed simple, but it was much more difficult than he imagined.

On the heavy sword, a crack like a spider's web has begun to crack, if it weren't for the blessing of Nanming Lihuo, it is estimated that this spirit sword with high spiritual quality would have already fallen apart.

"Up!!"

Han Daxiong roared angrily, the corners of his eyes burst open because of the excessive force, the heavy sword on his shoulder was slightly provoked, and Nanming took advantage of the momentum to rush into the giant hammer.