After one step, Tang Ming raised his foot again, but this time, before his feet could land, countless swords broke out from the ground.

The sword light tried his best to stop Tang Ming from falling, because Feng Binbei knew that every time Tang Ming took a step, his hand that drew his sword would be heavier.

Tang Ming frowned slightly, but his steps did not stop at all. He landed heavily on the ground in front of him. The raging sword energy smashed all the boots and trousers on his feet.

The knife energy cut on the exposed calves, which caused no damage to Tang Ming in the slightest except for bringing up strings of Mars.

As Tang Ming's footsteps fell, Feng Binbei, who had already drawn his sword three inches, could not withstand the pressure, and the handle of the knife fell back one inch.

"drink!"

Feng Binbei roared angrily, and a blood mist burst out with one arm, pulling out the falling blood-drinking knife one inch again.

The blood-drinking knife is about four feet and six inches long. Even if it is now Feng Binbei, the two swords can only be pulled out at most seven inches.

But even these seven inches, ordinary people dare not easily snatch their sharpness in the mysterious realm.

Unfortunately, I met Tang Ming today. Not only was the three inches he pulled out and forced back by Tang Ming, but he had also lost his arm now. The essence of the second sword must not be able to exert 70% of the power.

Tang Ming approached Feng Binbei step by step, his legs and knees were completely exposed in the air. When he took the fifth step, the violent sword energy finally left dense wounds on his calves.

Tang Ming took a total of seven steps, and Feng Binbei's sword was pulled back and forth for more than four inches, and the two were only one step away.

The sword energy that was stirring in the middle was suppressed to an extremely terrifying level.

"Break (out)!!"

The two of them shouted loudly almost at the same time. Tang Ming shouted "Broken", and his last kick suddenly landed. Feng Binbei shouted "Out", and the four-foot-6-inch blade was instantly drawn out of the sheath.

The sharp sword light and irritable energy drown the two of them in an instant, and waves of sounds like muffled thunder spread from the middle of them.

The dull thunder sounded trembling with the people around who were watching the battle in the distance. They all wrote that disciples with slightly lower cultivation were even shook blood from their mouths and noses.

During one breath, two figures flew backwards in the sweeping energy at the same time.

Feng Binbei rolled onto the ground in a mess. The red light in his eyes had faded away, like a fish thrown ashore, gasping for breath.

Tang Ming was also knocked out, his body smashed the wall in the distance, and blood kept rushing out of his mouth and nose, obviously he was not clear of his injuries.

"Even in the end, I don't have the ability to force you to do your best!"

After a while, Feng Binbei stood up, dragged the blood-drinking knife with one arm, and looked at the man standing with a gun in front of him with a lonely look.

"It's still a little short. Your sword intent is powerful. If you understand the third sword thoroughly, even if I try my best, I may not defeat you."

Tang Ming gently brushed his palm across the Divine Phoenix Spear,

The flames on his body were now like a docile pet, wrapping around Tang Ming's hands.

"I know, so I will definitely come to you again. You must remember. My name is Feng Binbei!"

After Feng Binbei finished speaking, he dragged his broken and tired body away from the martial arts field. Tang Ming was right. He had not yet understood the essence of the third sword, but after this battle, he finally reached a threshold.

"My name is Tang Ming, I'm waiting to appreciate your third knife!"

Tang Ming replied loudly that this battle not only benefited Feng Binbei a lot, but his own understanding of the situation also increased a lot.

Especially Feng Binbei's second sword, the sword intent contained in it had already faintly contained a trace of sword force that belonged to Feng Binbei alone.

This guy may not be suitable for cultivation, but he is indeed a peerless genius who has been difficult for thousands of years of martial arts.

After Feng Binbei left the martial arts field for a long time, the elder who was in charge of the competition dared to come to Tang Ming carefully.

After announcing that Tang Ming won, he fled the martial arts field as if he was burning his butt.

In the Spring and Autumn Pavilion in the distance, Helian put the scales and Beiming Dayin into his arms with a mighty smile.

From the very beginning, he knew that Tang Ming would not lose. Even though he knew Feng Binbei very well, when he faced Tang Ming, he knew that Feng Binbei was definitely not an opponent.

The reason is very simple.

In Tongtian Pavilion of Qingxia Academy, although Tang Ming seemed to be pulling his collar around and carrying him away, Helian was vigorous. At that time, he did not want to resist, but he had no power to resist at all.

No matter how powerful Feng Binbei is, he will definitely lose when facing him now, so how could Tang Ming, who is powerful and helpless, be defeated by Feng Binbei?

In an attic in the courtyard where disciples of the Bihai Academy gathered, Qu Zhengyi looked at the martial arts venue in the distance with a pale face, and his expression was desolate.

The battle just now completely made him die and settle the score with Tang Mingqiu. Such a genius is not comparable to that of him in the school.

"Qu Zhengyi?"

At this moment, a feminine voice came from behind Qu Zhengyi, which made people feel cold on their backs.

"Who are you?"

Qu Zhengyi turned around and saw a man in his thirties standing behind him, with a pale face.

"You don't need to know who I am. My master wants to see you and come with me!"

Chang Diao waved his hand lightly, and when he saw Qu Zhengyi, he couldn't help but feel a hint of disappointment in his eyes.

"Your master? I really don't want to know each other, right? Who are you and what do you want to do when you come here?"

Qu Zhengyi looked at Chang Diao vigilantly. He deliberately spoke loudly, hoping that the disciples or elders of the school downstairs would hear the movements here.

"Don't waste your efforts. Your junior brothers and elders can't hear the movement here. Now

I will give you two ways, either follow me obediently, or I will knock you out and carry you away, you can choose your own choice."

Chang Diao sneered. This guy is a little smart, but unfortunately he is too self-righteous.

"I'll go with you, but you should let me know who your master is?"

Qu Zhengyi's face was a hundred years old. He understood that the other party could walk to him quietly, so those disciples and elders of the school would have either been dealt with or the man's methods were too terrifying.

"You will know when you get to the place. I will just say one thing. If you want to avenge Tang Ming's deep hatred for depriving you of your cultivation, follow me."

After Chang Diao finished speaking, he ignored Qu Zhengyi and turned around and walked out of the small building alone.

He believed that with Qu Zhengyi's nature, it would be as difficult as climbing to heaven to let go of his hatred for Tang Ming.

"Talking this thing to the Lord of Zhongli and giving it to Feng Binbei can help him regenerate his broken arm!"

Tang Ming reached out and took out a beautiful fruit from his arms and handed it to his personal guard in front of him.

This is the Tianxin Fruit collected by Tang Ming from the second floor of the Dragon and Phoenix Cemetery. It is a seventh-grade spiritual fruit.

It is more than enough to repair Feng Binbei's broken arm.

The personal guard looked at the spiritual fruit contained in the spiritual light in front of him, and the Adam's apple couldn't help but move twice.

However, since he was arranged by Zhongli Tiancheng to be a personal guard for so many years, he naturally had the persistence in his heart. Even if he covet this thing, he would not have any more bad thoughts.

"Okay, there is no time to go and hand over the spirit fruit to the Lord of Zhongli!"

Tang Ming waved his hand.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!