There was no sword light that covered the sky, no violent energy, and no blood-killing aura. This sword made everyone feel ordinary.

Wang Chonghuan was really shocked by Feng Binbei's nine-foot purple gas, and then he was trapped in the same place without any time to react.

At the time, he confronted Tang Ming in the Longcheng Academy. Faced with Feng Binbei's sword, even Tang Ming had no way to crack it and could only bear it.

However, Tang Ming had the body of Shura, and although his physical body was suppressed, he had reached the seventh level of Tianxuan after all, and was definitely not comparable to Wang Chonghuan now.

Moreover, whether it is Tang Ming or Feng Binbei, their cultivation is accumulated step by step, and their sensitivity to danger is not something that Wang Chonghuan can imagine.

When the first sword fell, he immediately took back the spiritual sword. The long sword spread across the sky, and a purple aura hangs between him and Feng Binbei.

However, just as he made a defense, he felt it was obvious that the forty-eight thousand hairs all stood up, and a cold feeling penetrated his bone marrow.

Before he could react, the long sword had already passed by the purple air, and the blade unexpectedly appeared on his right side. The sharp sword light exploded like thunder on the ground.

The purple air lingers, and the sword lights radiate.

After everything was gone, Feng Bin retreated north to Lu Junfeng. Not far from him, Wang Chonghuan's right arm was broken and a terrifying wound spread on his bloody arm.

Wang Chonghuan was extremely shocked. If it weren't for the Xuanbing Inner Armor that the master gave him before leaving, his right arm would have been cut off by that knife at this moment.

"This guy has a great cultivation level. Even your sword can be blocked safely!"

Lu Junfeng looked at Wang Chonghuan not far away and said to Feng Binbei in shock. At this moment, he finally understood that it was not unfair to lose to this guy.

"Ha, if it weren't for the fifth-level top-grade inner armor protection, he would have died under my blood-drinking knife!"

Feng Binbei smiled disdainfully. With Wang Chonghuan, he could not resist the power of the three swords of drinking blood.

Wang Chonghuan in the distance had already scolded the two of them in his heart, especially Lu Junfeng, who could see them as long as he was not blind. Although his right arm was still on his body, he was not far from being a waste. Can this be called safe and sound?!

"I have to admit that your sword threatens me. Unfortunately, I don't believe that with such a sharp sword technique, you can still support the sword again with your cultivation!"

Wang Chonghuan put away his contempt. He understood that these two people must be left here today. Whether for his own future or face, Feng Binbei and Lu Junfeng could not let go of either.

The long sword was slowly raised by Wang Chonghuan. Looking at the spiritual soldiers who had accompanied him for more than ten years, Wang Chonghuan could not see any sadness and joy in his eyes.

Buzz...

The long sword began to cry without warning, but Wang Chonghuan's spiritual energy, regardless of whether the spiritual sword could bear it, just instilled in it madly.

After a moment, the spirit sword suddenly cracked into pieces all over the sky. Feng Binbei's eyes narrowed slightly and stepped out in one step.

Pressing one hand on the hilt of the knife around his waist, although the blood-drinking knife had no scabbard, Feng Binbei made a pose of drawing the knife at this moment.

Lu Junfeng raised his eyebrows, then suddenly swept back, and rushed into the valley before stopping.

The yellow sand in the sky mixed with the broken spirit swords, and they could not tell which were the spirit swords and those were yellow sand. It was just a purple air passing through, connecting the yellow sand and the fragments of the spirit sword.

Wang Chonghuan's hands were flying, and the yellow sand in the sky turned into fine sword energy under the connection of purple air. As many yellow sand raised in the sky were raised, there were many spiritual swords containing purple air.

At this moment, the purple sword covered the sky and the scorching sun closed the afterglow.

The disciples of the Purple Qi Sect all looked at the senior brothers standing in the center with envy. Even if they were not qualified to contact this method, it would be a great honor to be able to see it with their own eyes.

Feng Binbei took a step forward, and the yellow sand that was stormy intensified suddenly hovered up, covering his entire body.

Push your thumb on the hilt of the knife, and slowly pull the blood-drinking knife out with your right hand.

"Two swords, cut off the god!"

Feng Binbei's voice was still as indifferent as ever. Wang Chonghuan and the others heard it clearly and didn't know whether Lu Junfeng knew it, but these four words came into his ears, as if thunder exploded in his mind.

The purple aura in the sky turned into a hundred-foot dragon under Wang Chonghuan's shadow. The ferocious dragon head rose into the air, and the power emitted from it pushed the world down three points.

"disease!"

The moment the magic trick fell in his hand, Wang Chonghuan bit the tip of his tongue, and a stream of essence and blood fell into the dragon's head. Purple aura suddenly emerged in the originally hollow eyes of the dragon.

"roar!!"

The giant dragon roared to the sky, then suddenly swooped down from the nine heavens, rushing towards the figure covered by yellow sand.

Although Lu Junfeng in the distance was full of confidence in Feng Binbei's sword, he couldn't help but feel a little up and down when he saw the hideous giant dragon.

After thinking about it for a while, Lu Junfeng still felt that he shouldn't stand here to watch the show. After all, although he is not Wang Chonghuan's opponent, it is still easy to deal with the miscellaneous fish of the Purple Qi Sect.

Even if Feng Binbei really died at the hands of Wang Chonghuan in the end, he could kill the inner disciples of the Purple Qi Sect and get some interest for them both.

As for Wang Chonghuan, according to Lu Junfeng's understanding of Tang Ming along the way, if he and Feng Binbei really died here today, let alone Wang Chonghuan, the entire Purple Qi Sect would be in peace!

As soon as he thought of this, Lu Junfeng no longer hesitated. When he moved his body, he was about to go towards the inner disciples of the Purple Qi Sect who were watching the battle outside. He believed that Wang Chonghuan at this time had no ability or the heart to care about the life and death of these inner disciples.

However, when he just moved his feet, he felt a huge force coming from the back of his neck, pulling his body back.

Lu Junfeng was shocked, then turned around and unsheathed the spirit sword, and a sharp sword light stabbed behind him.

Two fingers steadily clamped Lu Junfeng's spiritual sword, and Tang Ming looked at this guy who was about to die with a hint of laughter and cry.

"Brother Tang?!"

After Lu Junfeng turned around and saw the face that he grabbed him, his face suddenly looked ecstatic, and then his mind finally relaxed.

Originally, they used deacons when they called Tang Ming along the way, but at this moment, the elder brother blurted out from Lu Junfeng's mouth.

"Brother Tang, Senior Brother Feng was surrounded by the people from the Purple Qi Sect in the sword formation. Go and save him!"

Lu Junfeng then looked at Tang Ming with an anxious look, his eyes flew over Tang Ming's shoulders, Han Daxiong, whose breath was weak, opened his mouth wide in surprise.

"Who to save? Save those ignorant Purple Qi Sect members who know how to live or die?"

Tang Ming rolled his eyes and said unhappy to Lu Junfeng.

Tang Ming knew how powerful Feng Binbei’s three blood-drinking swords were. A sect disciple who suppressed his cultivation was definitely not Feng Binbei’s opponent.

Although Helian Weiwu said at the beginning that Feng Binbei was not his opponent, Wang Chonghuan's cultivation was a little higher than Helian Weiwu.

But don’t forget that Helian’s mighty growth path is a world of difference from Wang Chonghuan.

If Wang Chonghuan really faced Helian's mighty and had not released three breaths, Wang Chonghuan would not even know how he died.

This is just like when Tang Ming faced the geniuses of the eight major forces before. Even if Tang Ming did not use the ghost gun, none of the geniuses of the eight major forces alone were Tang Ming's opponents.

And all this has nothing to do with realm, roots, talents, and supernatural powers.

Why can Xue Shatian and Gongsun Zhi stand out among the eight geniuses? It is because their growth methods are different from other geniuses.

When Lu Junfeng looked at Tang Ming's face, he knew that his worries were purely unnecessary. Now that he thought about it, the power of the sword in Longcheng Academy was much more domineering than that giant dragon.

Wang Chonghuan controlled the giant dragon above the Nine Heavens to fall on Feng Binbei's head, and his face turned a little pale at this moment.

Just as he said before that he didn't believe that Feng Binbei could still shoot a knife, this kind of secret magical power is a huge consumption for the cultivator himself.

Although some magical powers are extremely powerful, they consume not something that ordinary people can bear, and even worse, they can damage the foundation.

Therefore, no cultivator will risk using such secret magical powers, and these methods are basically used to fight against people.

The dragon roared down, and the powerful pressure made the inner disciples of the Purple Qi Sect around him unable to bear it. You can imagine how much pressure Feng Binbei was under at this moment.

After one inch of knife, another inch is released.

Compared to the pressure that Tang Ming brought to him, the dragon in front of him seemed a little unworthy, so at the moment when the dragon fell, Feng Binbei drew his sword and unsheathed it for more than six inches!

The giant dragon with exquisite purple aura flashed in his eyes hit hard on the yellow sand that Feng Binbei gathered. At the same time, Feng Binbei finally drew his sword and sheathed.

Before Wang Chonghuan could sneer, he suddenly felt a chill under his feet, and then leaned forward. Only then did the severe pain come from his feet.

He was shocked to find that at some point, his legs were cut off from under his knees by the knife air that came out of nowhere.

Without waiting for him to scream, the endless sword aura that broke out from the ground twisted his entire body into powder.

The disciples of the Purple Qi Sect who were watching the battle around him were naturally cut into pieces by the knife air coming out of the ground without any reaction.

The dust dissipated, and in the smoke-torn yellow sand, a man stepped out, held the handle of the knife with one hand, and slowly put away the long knife in his hand.

In the Tongling Valley, Lu Junfeng, who saw all this, couldn't help but take a breath of air conditioning.

To be honest, he knew the power of the Three Blood Drinking Swords, but in front of Tang Ming's eyes, the power of these Three Swords was greatly suppressed.

With Tang Ming's energy and spiritual energy running, Feng Binbei did not completely pull out the Blood-Drinking Sword.

This sentence of a swordsman who is hard to come out in a century is not a flattering statement for Feng Binbei who is slowly walking towards the valley at this moment.

Tang Ming looked at Lu Junfeng with a serious expression and smiled faintly.

"You still think that a sect who has suppressed its cultivation level will be the opponent of this guy?"

Lu Junfeng lowered his head, and he put some things on the edges, so in his world, his cultivation and strength still cannot break out of the gap between his realm.
Chapter completed!