A disciple actually walked out and sneered: "Zhuo Yifan, don't daydream! We are all living freely now, let us leave the master, we can't do it! I also told you, which disciple of our Bashan faction is not all covered with blood on his hands now, but we are all very happy and comfortable, what is this blood!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the crowd cheered, apparently agreeing with his words.

"The ancestors of the Bashan faction, the disciples of the Bashan faction have completely become demons, don't blame my subordinates for showing no mercy!" After speaking, Zhuo Yifan raised the blood-drinking sword, rushed into the middle of the disciples of the Bashan faction, and slashed with a sword.

However, before Zhuo Yifan could use the power of the Blood Drinking Sword, He Qingfeng rushed forward with his wooden sword and blocked Zhuo Yifan's actions.

"If you want to kill my disciple, pass me first!" said and fought with Zhuo Yifan.

The other disciples killed Xiang Yi and others.

Especially Zhuo Yi, with his bloody corpse and dozens of disciples, stared at Xiangyi to kill.

Yu Qingqiu, Lin Qingyi and others were also dealing with hundreds of people each, and everyone was in danger.

Just like last time, just as He Qingfeng and Zhuo Yifan were fighting, the blood-drinking sword trembled again, and two blood dragons flew out of it at once, but it was not the prison cow and Jianxi, but the mocking wind and Pu Jiao.

Seeing this, He Qingfeng repeated his old tricks, and once again let people carry out a large iron pot, which still contained the blood of countless people.

As soon as the smell of blood appeared, the two blood dragons were deeply attracted, and they were still following the guidance of Zhuo Yifan's blood-drinking sword, obeying his orders, and wanted to attack He Qingfeng, but suddenly smelled the smell of blood, and were extremely excited, so they flew towards the iron pot.

Then he drank the blood to his heart's content, until he drank the blood, flew around the crowd twice, and escaped into the blood-drinking sword again.

The same thing happened again, He Qingfeng did not have a trace of fear at this time, on the contrary, he was full of confidence and triumphant.

He has now figured out the routine of the blood dragon in the Blood Drinking Sword, and naturally his countermeasures are very effective.

And the disciples of the Bashan faction are even more courageous at this time, they can now be said to have no fear, and they are even more ferocious in killing Xiang Yi and Yu Qingqiu and others, and they have the intention of solving them on the spot.

He Qingfeng looked at Zhuo Yifan with pity, and his expression seemed to say, I will solve all of you today.

He spun around, and the wooden sword pierced Zhuo Yifan's heart, and Zhuo Yifan hurriedly used the blood-drinking sword to resist, and the two fought again for a while.

Zhuo Yi's martial arts are not low, and he has recently learned a lot of kung fu from He Qingfeng, plus the blood corpse, and the help of dozens of disciples, Xiang Yi was defeated and retreated, and he was quickly defeated.

They put the knife on Xiangyi's neck, looked at He Qingfeng with a smile on their faces, and shouted excitedly.

Seeing this, He Qingfeng stopped the attack and walked towards Xiangyi with a smile.

The others also stopped, after all, they had a handle in hand, and they could threaten and lure them next.

He Qingfeng stepped forward and picked up Xiangyi's chin with his fingers, very frivolous, his face was full of helplessness, he couldn't stop smacking, and he looked very pitiful.

And Xiangyi glared at him angrily, his face full of disgust.

"Look at what you've become, you still want to get involved with Zhuo Yifan! Don't tell me, you really like him?" He Qingfeng said again and again.

"Is there anything strange about liking him?"

"He? Don't be funny, what's wrong with him? It's just a pawn used in troubled times. He Qingfeng said disdainfully.

"Aren't you? At least Zhuo Yifan is affectionate and righteous. By the way, he looks a lot better than you. Xiangyi Road.

He Qingfeng shook his head, looking incredible, and then looked at Zhuo Yifan to see what his expression was.

Zhuo Yifan is undoubtedly still incomprehensible to He Qingfeng, Xiang Yi obviously had such a deep relationship with him, but now he treats her so rudely and cruelly, how can he do it? He finally understands now why Xiang Yi has been targeting He Qingfeng everywhere, it turns out that she really sees it most clearly.

"Zhuo Yifan, you see that Xiangyi likes you so much, you won't sit idly by, right?" He Qingfeng said with a smile.

"What do you want?" Zhuo Yifan said coldly.

"You know, what I want is not the blood-drinking sword in your hand. Are you reluctant?" He Qingfeng threatened.

Zhuo Yifan sneered, "The relationship between Xiangyi and me is just a friend, far from the point where I am willing to exchange her with the blood-drinking sword, and you were her most important person, you won't even kill her, right?"

"That's right, Xiangyi and I did have deep affection, but she didn't listen to my advice and insisted on getting along with you, what can I do?" He Qingfeng sighed.

"He Qingfeng, if you have the ability, you will kill me, and don't threaten others! Zhuo Yifan, don't listen to him, with the blood-drinking sword, and them, leave here quickly, leave me alone." Xiangyi said loudly.

Having said that, how could Zhuo Yifan leave her and leave her to fend for herself, after all, they were all people who had a relationship and saved his life.

Just when He Qingfeng looked at Zhuo Yifan faintly and how he would behave, Xiangyi suddenly exerted his strength, and used Tianxiang Pavilion's drunken addiction to confuse the few people who threatened her, and then broke free.

She hatefully leaped in front of He Qingfeng and pushed a palm at him.

Suddenly, that strong Xuan Qi rushed towards He Qingfeng's front door.

He Qingfeng didn't panic at all, but turned his head slightly and dodged.

He dusted off his clothes, his face was displeased, and his face was full of black gas.

Zhuo Yifan and several people took the opportunity to rush to Bashan to send everyone to fight, wanting to open a bloody road and go.

Suddenly, everyone fought again.

He Qingfeng and Xiangyi attacked fiercely, the two were like enemies for decades, and no one showed mercy to each other's subordinates.

In the face of the jackal-like disciples of the Bashan faction, Zhuo Yifan was no longer polite, and the blood-drinking sword kept sweeping and slashing, and from time to time someone's body was completely cut off, and blood splashed.

Seeing his disciples being killed continuously, He Qingfeng was annoyed and angry, he wanted to fight against Zhuo Yifan now, but Xiangyi kept attacking him, trapping him, and couldn't get out.

As his anger rose, he attacked Xiangyi more ruthlessly, and his moves were fatal.

Although Xiangyi's martial arts are very high, he is still at a disadvantage compared to He Qingfeng.

It didn't take long for Xiangyi to be hit by He Qingfeng and fell to the ground.

Seeing this, He Qingfeng did not stop, but intensified his attack on Xiang Yi, and hit Xiang Yi with five palms on his face, and Xiang Yi was beaten to death by him.

She struggled in pain, slowly and with great difficulty, picked up a string of bells and shook them vigorously.

Suddenly, the magical sound began to appear, and everyone in the Bashan faction began to be dizzy, along with Zhuo Yifan.