It's been a long time!"

After the collision of the two extreme forces, the wind and snow in the sky were stirred, and in the midst of this scene of covering the sky, a slightly ridiculous voice came into Lei Pokong's ears.

Lei Pokong frowned, this period of time made him have an almost blind confidence in his own strength, so for a while, he didn't react.

He didn't react, but when he heard this slightly familiar voice, the figure of Yuan Zimo behind him suddenly retreated, with a trace of jealousy between his eyebrows.

Yuan Zimo reacted immediately, on the snowfield, there was no one else except Tang Ming who could block the thunder breaking the sky, and the guy who just spoke out was the disciple of the academy who was holding a heavy sword outside the valley.

"I haven't looked for you yet, but you sent it to the door first!"

The wind and snow gradually scattered, and when they saw the people in front of them clearly, the ancestors of the Xu tribe were surprised to find that the guy, including the guy with the long soldier, all took several steps back.

"It's you!!"

Lei Pokong looked at Han Daxiong and the three of them who looked fine, and the halberd in his hand couldn't help but tremble a little.

A Han Daxiong, he asked himself that he could still suppress it according to his current strength.

But he couldn't stand this guy and Feng Haobei and Lu Junfeng behind him, and any of these two people could easily beat him all over the ground to find teeth.

Han Daxiong didn't say a word, the heavy sword was raised suddenly, and the heavy sword qi slammed towards those disciples of the sect.

The bright yellow sword qi not only shrouded the thunder breaking sky inside, but also included the rest of the sect disciples.

"This kid doesn't have much ability, but he has a lot of appetite!"

Lu Junfeng looked at the sword qi in the sky, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but pull twice.

According to Han Daxiong's ability, one thunderbolt is enough to choke, but this guy seems to want to wipe out all the disciples of the sect.

After a short period of astonishment, Lei Pokong looked at the sword qi that was close at hand, and with a turn of the halberd in his hand, a purple light instantly swept up, easily tearing open a huge hole in the sword qi in the sky.

And at the same time as the fight just now, Lei Po was overjoyed.

He obviously felt that although Han Daxiong's sword qi was a lot thicker, it was a little lacking in strength compared to when he was in the Psychic Valley.

These guys haven't all recovered yet!

Lei Po was ecstatic in his heart, he still understood the simple reason that he wanted his life while he was sick, and now that Han Daxiong and they had not yet recovered, maybe they could leave all these children of the academy who threatened their training in this ice and snow this time.

Thinking of this, Lei Pokong's aura gathered in an instant, and after unlocking the confinement of his body, his cultivation in the early stage of human Xuan completely burst out.

Entering the Cloud Miao Immortal Island, there is a prohibition that only people under the innate realm can enter.

Therefore, in order to maximize the benefits of the sect, those talented disciples were deliberately imprisoned in the realm of the innate peak.

And when they came to the snow field, they found that after gradually using blood food to restore their cultivation, those confinements had also disappeared.

Not only that, but the rules for entering the island of Yunmiao Immortal Island seem to have lost their due binding power in this snowfield.

In other words, their current cultivation can burst out unscrupulously.

And their own cultivation can crush some disciples of the academy, the reason why they were jealous of Han Daxiong and the others at the beginning, the most important thing is that in the battle of Tongling Valley, the outbreak of Feng Haobei and Lu Junfeng completely made them tremble.

At that time, Lei Pokong, when facing the Heavenly Sword Intent and the Heavenly Sword Mang, he felt that not to mention himself, even if it was an elder at the peak of the sect's Xuan, he would probably be unable to escape death!

The combat effectiveness of the disciples of these academies in front of him is definitely not something that can be measured by the cultivation realm.

The halberd broke through the heavy sword curtain, and then rushed towards Han Daxiong unabatedly, and the surging aura tore and twisted the surrounding air.

The strong wind was blowing in his face, facing a master of the Xuan Realm, Han Daxiong, who had a heavy sword in his hand at this moment, did not have the slightest fear on his face.

The sturdy body spun violently in mid-air, and the heavy sword in his hand drew a semicircle in the sky with the shape of the body, and the furious energy slashed towards the purple light like a crescent moon.

Rumble......

There was a low thunderous sound between heaven and earth, and a figure shot out from the momentum of the collision and flew towards the Xu cave behind.

Lu Junfeng shook his head slightly, even if Han Daxiong's talent was above the thunder breaking sky, the span of the realm was still insurmountable.

Stretched out one hand and gently took the defeated Han Daxiong, at this moment, the corner of Han Daxiong's mouth was bleeding, but there was a strange sneer on his face.

"Roar!!"

In mid-air, the thunder that had been successful in one blow suddenly let out a terrible howl that shook the sky, and the originally strong body also curled up at this moment, and was still trembling slightly.

"Hehe, Wang Ba Lamb, how does my Nanming feel like leaving the fire?"

Han Daxiong leaned his sword on the ground, supporting his somewhat shaky body, but he stared at Lei Pokong in mid-air with a mocking expression and asked loudly.

It turned out that from the beginning, Han Daxiong knew that he was far from being Lei Pokong's opponent, not to mention that his cultivation had not fully recovered now, even if he was at his peak, he was definitely not the opponent of a disciple of a Xuan Realm sect.

Therefore, at the beginning, Han Daxiong integrated a trace of Nanming Lihuo that he had refined into the sword qi, and when the two fought against each other, the spiritual fire unknowingly rushed into Lei Pokong's body.

This move is still a yin damage move that Han Daxiong realized after watching Tang Ming interrogate those hard-mouthed people countless times.

Although Han Daxiong is as rough as Lei Pokong in appearance, but when it comes to these careful eyes, ten Lei Pokong are not Han Daxiong's opponents.

Although Shangyu Village is of the same race, there are some intrigues between each other, and Han Daxiong, who has been in the market since he was a child, naturally does not have so many concerns.

At this moment, the thunder broke through the air, and he only felt a scorching energy flowing wantonly in the acupoints around his body, leaving a sharp pain in every place.

Nanming Lihuo was only ranked under the Divine Phoenix Flame mastered by Tang Ming, and the powerful cultivators contained in it would definitely not be able to withstand it.

If it weren't for the fact that his physique was inherently different from others, I'm afraid it wouldn't be as simple as pain now.

Fortunately, Han Daxiong's time to refine the spirit fire essence was still shallow, and that trace of Nanming separation from the fire was not enough to make Lei Pokong's body die.

After using all his strength to suppress that trace of spiritual fire, Lei Pokong was already sweating profusely, and the spiritual energy in the acupoints around his body was not much left because of the ravaging of this trace of spiritual fire, and now he has less than forty percent of his combat power at most.

"Yuan Zimo, bring all the junior disciples to me!"

Lei Pokong's figure fell sharply, and then shouted at Yuan Zimo and the other six people behind him.

However, what disappointed him was that these guys, who had been flattering him a moment ago, were now motionless as if they had been cast a fixation spell.

Especially Yuan Zimo, there was obviously a trace of disdain in his eyes.

The blind can see that although Lei Pokong is not injured at this moment, his combat power has been greatly damaged, and one Han Daxiong can make him so embarrassed, so what about the remaining two?

"Now that their cultivation has not fully recovered, now is a good time to make a move, and when they recover, is there still a way for you and me to live?"

Lei Pokong is not really stupid, after a short period of stunned, he immediately understood what these guys thought, and immediately reminded him.

Yuan Zimo frowned slightly, he knew that this was Lei Pokong who wanted them to make a move to test Feng Weibei and Lu Junfeng, who had never made a move.

But just like Lei Pokong said, if it is true that their cultivation has not yet recovered, then now is the perfect opportunity, and after such a long time, they have not seen the miscellaneous servants of that academy come out, maybe this is really a golden opportunity.

With a shake of the long sword, Yuan Zimo's figure suddenly disappeared in place.

He has always been obscure, largely because he was afraid of Tang Ming and his party, so he let Lei Pokong become this bird.

But just now, Han Daxiong's shot, others can't understand it, can it be that he can't understand it when he has recovered his cultivation?

If it weren't for the credit of that trace of spiritual fire, Han Daxiong at this moment would not be as simple as spitting blood out of his mouth.

There was a slight trembling sound in the air, and there was a fierce sword qi that shuttled wantonly between the people present, but it was impossible to capture a trace of the sword.

Seeing all this, Lei Pokong squinted his eyes violently, according to the strength shown by Yun Zimo, he could have stepped on himself a long time ago, but he had been holding back, what was the reason?

Yuan Zimo's figure completely disappeared between this piece of heaven and earth, but the sword qi in the sky became more and more condensed.

A gust of wind blew suddenly, and countless snowflakes swept up from the ground, all of which was normal in the bitter cold land of the snow field.

But the strange thing is that those flying snowflakes, after a short pause, turned into fine snow foam, and the fog was heavy, and the heavens and the earth were suddenly covered in a mist evolved from broken snowflakes.

"Sword up!"

A faint low groan came from all directions, and the sword qi that flowed through this side of heaven and earth instantly stopped when this sound appeared.

The mist gradually became thicker, and in this mist, one after another sword qi slowly broke through the air, converging on the top of the heads of the three people in Feng Yubei.

At the moment when the sword qi was formed, Feng Xiaobei, who was originally standing at the entrance of the cave without saying a word, slammed his thumb towards the scabbard in his hand without warning, and the blade of the blood-drinking knife flashed through the narrow sheath.

A figure blocked in front of Feng Haobei, and after Feng Haobei, who looked at Lu Junfeng who had untied the sword box behind his back, he pushed away the thumb of the scabbard and slowly retracted it.

"Bang!"

Lu Junfeng stood in front of Feng Haobei, facing the young man who was considered a leader in the sect, and the sword box in his hand fell heavily to the ground, stirring up a touch of snow.

The slender fingers gently brushed the sword box, and the purple wood sword box suddenly trembled like a dragon's groan.

"Sword Fall!"

Another low groan came from the air, and compared to the first sword sound, Yuan Zimo's sword fall seemed to be a little eager.

After seeing this young man's sword hiding method, Yuan Zimo understood that once the sword box was opened, it was really unknown whether he could really resist the sword intent that covered the sky.

As Yuan Zimo's words fell, the sword qi suspended in the sky fell sharply, and the sharp sound of piercing the air was as deafening as the galloping of thousands of horses.