The person who spoke was originally from the Huanyang Sect, a brother of a mother's compatriot who was killed by the powerful sword of Feng Bei when the Yellow Sand World was attacking the Tongling Valley.

Because his cultivation was still shallow, his figure fell behind the senior brothers, and he escaped by luck.

After seeing the power of Feng Haobei's sky-covering sword, he had already dissipated the idea of revenge in his chest, but at this moment, seeing this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, his heart couldn't help but become active.

Tianzong and Heavenly Punishment were shocked at the same time, this seemingly insipid voice made Yuan Zimo, who was already ready to stop, kill again.

Yuan Zimo's expression moved violently when he heard this, and then the seal in his hand poured into the majestic aura again.

At first, he was trapped by the prestige of the Heavenly Sect's Medicine King Valley, but after hearing the reminder of the sect's disciples, he instantly understood.

For the Medicine King Valley, Tianxuan Sect is indeed not enough, but for those schools that seem to be captive by the sect, Yuan Zimo has no scruples in his heart.

"Suffer death!!"

The moment the sword technique in Yuan Zimo's hand turned smoothly, the majestic aura in his body instantly dissipated and became invisible.

And the only sword qi that fell in mid-air was already condensed like a substance at this moment, and the sword qi was surrounded by wind and thunder, and the entire Xu clan was pressed to the ground.

A sword in the sky fell like a star, and the sword hanging between heaven and earth also shook to varying degrees.

Lu Junfeng understood that this sword qi alone was not enough to make Feng Haobei helpless, but at this moment, it was impossible for Feng Haobei to go all out.

Because Feng Haobei still has to pay attention to not letting his sword light damage his sword intent at all times, in this way, Feng Haobei is equivalent to fighting with Lu Junfeng and Yuan Zimo at the same time, and he doesn't dare to use it with all his might.

"Withdraw the knife!"

Lu Junfeng's eyes narrowed slightly, and he whispered to Feng Yubei behind him.

And Feng Haobei was unmoved, he was already a stubborn person, otherwise he would not have made the four universities tremble as a miscellaneous disciple.

When Tang Ming and the others didn't appear, Feng Haobei only had his own sword and martial arts in his life, and everything else was difficult to make this almost withered man arouse a trace of interest.

But along the way, he is also gradually accepting the kindness of Tang Ming and others, and once a stubborn person recognizes something, it is difficult to be changed by external objects.

In Feng Haobei's opinion, it is not a situation of nine deaths and one life, even so, he will not listen to Lu Junfeng's words and withdraw the knife at this time for his own safety.

"Haha, it's really affectionate, Yuan admires you a little!"

Looking at the two people who were struggling under their sword qi, Yuan Zimo's face was full of crazy looks.

The leader of the dignified sect, originally thought that he could do whatever he wanted in the congenitally forbidden Yunmiao Immortal Island, but he didn't want to be humiliated by the garbage that came out of a few third-rate schools again and again.

From entering the snow field to endure humiliation to today, no one can imagine how many monstrous grievances have accumulated in Yuan Zimo's heart.

"Hehe, I'm really reluctant!"

Just when the sound of wind and thunder in the sky gradually approached with the sword qi, a strange smile appeared on Lu Junfeng's face under the sword of Feng Beibei.

When he said such an inexplicable word, Feng Haobei's face changed suddenly, and he felt a strong death thought from Lu Junfeng's body.

The purple wood sword box slowly floated out of Lu Junfeng's hand, suspended in mid-air.

Lu Junfeng gently brushed the sword box with both hands, and his eyes were full of reluctance, but soon, this reluctance was replaced by the determination that burst out of his eyes.

The twelve sword intents, including the one on the top of Feng Xiaobei's head, instantly reflexively entered the sword box, Lu Junfeng flipped his hands, and the sword box suddenly merged again.

Feng Haobei and the Tianzong behind him both breathed a sigh of relief, in their opinion, this guy still listened to their persuasion in the end.

However, Hua Xu, who was standing behind him, frowned slightly at this time, and he clearly felt that Lu Junfeng's body exuded a majestic and chaotic aura.

It stands to reason that although he is gradually understanding some of the exercises on jade slips, he has not yet reached the point where he can wait and see his strength.

But at this moment, Hua Xu could clearly see that the lines on the purple wood sword box were gradually tearing, and the energy on Lu Junfeng's body was also integrated into it like a long whale absorbing water.

Burn one's ship!

Among the people present, I am afraid that only Hua Xu understood what Lu Junfeng wanted to do at this moment.

Feng Haobei collected the knife, and on the blood-drinking knife after no estimate, a bloody knife intent rose to the sky, pointing directly at Yuan Zimo's falling sword.

"Between me and him, it is a battle between sword qi and sword intent, and others can't help much!"

Lu Junfeng brushed the sword box with one hand, and the sword box on the original merger suddenly burst open, and the endless sword qi roared and rushed towards Yuan Zimo's sword qi like a wild beast that had broken through the cage.

And even the blood-drinking sword mangs were crumbling by the fierce sword intent at this moment.

The purple wood debris floating in the sky floated through Feng Yubei's eyes, floating in front of Tianzong and Tianxuan's eyes, and an indescribable sadness spread quietly and silently in the bottom of the individual's heart.

"Hmph, it's just a battle of trapped beasts, except for the medicine king Gu high-ranking disciples today, everyone has to die!!"

Yuan Zimo snorted coldly, feeling the majestic sword intent coming from the impact, and he finally understood why the same sword qi was so different in Lu Junfeng's hands and his own hands.

That guy's talent really made Yuan Zimo feel a burst of shock, sword intent, this is something that only those ancestors of Tianxuan Sect will dabble in.

Fortunately, Lu Junfeng's sword intent has only just touched the threshold, coupled with the previous squandering outside the Tongling Valley, Lu Junfeng at this moment, even if he fights against the water, it is just a dying struggle at the end of the strong crossbow.

The twelve sword qi full of sword intent constantly changed positions in the air, and the speed was not very fast, but every time it changed positions, the sword intent in it would slowly rise a step like climbing a stairs.

"The Twelve Jade Emperor Towers?"

Heavenly Punishment looked at the sword intent in the air that was gradually ascending, and couldn't help but feel a sense of surprise in his heart, more of a kind of astonishment that Lu Junfeng could perform such a sword technique.

Although the people of the sect know that the academy has long been unwilling to succumb to the sect, due to various factors, the academy has never been able to have the ability to be a long time before the sect.

But now it seems that the school's Taoguang cultivation for so many years has made the sect a little paralyzed.

The Twelve Jade Emperor Towers are not a sword technique, nor are they any other martial arts, but a process of condensing the spirit element.

This kind of exercise, not to mention a first-class sect like Tianxuanzong, even in the Medicine King Valley, he has only seen similar records in some classics.

And Lu Junfeng was born in an academic institution, where did he get this kind of anti-heaven decision?

In fact, the Heavenly Punishment had already been aware, because what could surprise him was not only the Twelve Jade Emperor Towers that Lu Junfeng had cast at the moment, but also Han Daxiong's Nanming Lihuo, and the rusty long knife in Feng Haobei's hand.

None of these three things can be possessed by an ordinary sect, even the Tianxuan Sect does not have such a big hand.

However, it was precisely these things that all appeared in the hands of a few academy disciples, and all of this was actually clear enough.

Fortunately, the Medicine King Valley had no quarrel with the world, and even if their strength was positioned by the entire cultivator world in the range of second-rate sects, they didn't bother to bother with anything.

Whether it is a sect or an academy, there is no difference in their eyes, which is why from the beginning, all the sects despise Tang Ming and his party, but they don't care.

As he spoke, twelve sword qi full of sword intent had already flowed to Yuan Zimo's sword qi.

A sword mixed with monstrous might, but at this moment, it was forced by these twelve sword intents to stagnate and fall.

What made everyone even more focused was that after a while, counting the flow of sword intent, these twelve sword intents actually forced Yuan Zimo's sword intent to return to the sky.

"No...... Wouldn't it?"

"How is this possible! Senior Brother Yuan's god-killing style was actually reversed? What kind of evil sect is this kid cultivating?!"

The disciples of the sect who can walk into this snowfield are basically the leaders of the major sects, so they can naturally see Yuan Zimo's famous skills at a glance.

A cold sweat gradually broke out on Yuan Zimo's forehead, these twelve sword qi were different from his own god-killing style, but they contained sword intent.

Although Lu Junfeng is the last of the strong crossbows, there is an essential difference in the sword qi between them.

He already felt that he had overestimated these academy disciples enough, but now it seemed that the methods of these guys had exceeded his imagination too much.

Does this mean that the current schools have gradually exceeded the scope of the sect's cognition?

When Yuan Zimo thought of this, he couldn't help but feel a sudden feeling in his heart, if it was really as he thought, then it was estimated that there would soon be a bloody storm in the cultivator world.

"I don't believe it, can you have the ability to turn the river and the sea into the sea?"

Yuan Zimo was ruthless in his heart, and then he bit the tip of his tongue violently, and a scarlet blood sword suddenly fell into that sword technique.

The sword qi that had been retreating steadily, after being fused into this essence blood, suddenly burst into divine light, and the sound of wind and thunder exploded deafeningly from mid-air.

And at this moment, Lu Junfeng, a faint blood color oozed from the seven orifices, and the essence of his body was dissipating at an extremely fast speed.

He can't last long, although these twelve Jade Emperor Towers are domineering, but his foundation is still shallow, and his cultivation has not fully recovered, it is not good.

After the god-killing style was fused with the essence blood, the twelve sword intents had already shown signs of collapse.

"Senior Brother Feng, you can help him!"

Tianzong on the side nervously pulled the corner of Feng Haobei's clothes and said.

However, what disappointed him was that Feng Haobei shook his head gently at him at this critical moment.

Feng Haobei and Lu Junfeng both comprehended the sword intent and sword intent respectively, so Feng Haobei understood that if he made a move at this moment, although he would seriously injure or even kill Yuan Zimo.

But it will also completely smash Lu Junfeng's sword intent without any suspense, which is more uncomfortable than death for a person like Lu Junfeng who is arrogant to the bone.

Although Feng Haobei refused, Tianzong's words entered Yuan Zimo's ears word for word.

After hearing Tianzong say the words to let Feng Xiaobei make a move, Yuan Zimo's heart suddenly shook.

Now he is restrained by the twelve sword qi to death, as long as Feng Haobei makes a move, he will definitely die.