Feng Binbei did not take action, but Yuan Zimo was confused by a sentence from Tianzong.

A trace of splendor flashed on Lu Junfeng's blood-stained face at the moment when Yuan Zimo's mind was turbulent.

Thunder sound came from the acupoints all over the body, and a majestic spiritual energy instantly penetrated through the twelve sword energy. The Twelve Jade Emperor Tower reached its peak in this moment!

The twelve sword intents were instantly arranged into a mysterious formation, trapping the God of Killing in it. The sword intent that flowed by was wantonly destroying the energy above the God of Killing.

Yuan Zimo's mind was in turmoil in front and the sword technique was destroyed behind. At this moment, he finally couldn't help but gust of blood gushed out.

His body fell from the air like a scattered catkins. None of the disciples of the surrounding sect dared to come forward to catch him at this time.

Lu Junfeng stood still, the blood in the seven orifices on his face had already dried up, and his long hair gradually turned yellow. If it weren't for the fact that he had contained a trace of the remaining energy of the Sky-stealing Pill in his body, he would have died at this moment.

"Win the sword technique and lose the foundation, why bother?"

Just after the twelve sword techniques dispersed the God of Killing pose, Tian Xing stood behind him and looked at the rippling energy in the sky, murmured.

There was no change in Feng Binbei's expression, but he stepped forward gently and supported Lu Junfeng steadily.

"Go away!"

Lei Pokong saw Yuan Zimo who was panting hard on the ground in a mess at this moment, and his body moved and he was about to sweep into the distance.

The remaining disciples also came to the scene. When will they not leave now?

That disciple of the school severely injured Yuan Zimo, but don’t forget that there is a more terrifying Feng Binbei by his side.

The young man who used the knife wanted to keep them was just a simple task.

Thinking of the six disciples of the sect here, they suddenly rose up and rushed towards the snowfield in the distance.

"Let's go? Where are you going!"

Feng Binbei signaled Tian Xing to support Lu Junfeng, then he suddenly drank the blood-drinking knife and was in his hand. He looked at the sect's children who fled in a hurry like a stream of light and said coldly.

The sword light suddenly rose.

Feng Binbei had no habit of keeping his hand when he took action, not to mention that he was already full of anger at this moment.

None of these disciples of the sect can get rid of today!

The disciple of Huanyang Sect who had spoken out to remind Yuan Zimo before only felt a bloody energy coming from behind. Before he could feel fear, he felt a chill under his knees and a severe pain suddenly hit his heart.

In an instant, Cheng Ming, whose legs were sealed and cut off, let out a cry of pain and his body fell into the snow field below.

Feng Binbei was too lazy to take a look at such a person. His figure flashed with the sword light, and the blade pointed directly at Lei Bokong, who was rushing in front.

"clang……"

Seeing that the blade of the Blood-Drinking Knife was approaching Lei Pokong's back, at this moment, a golden light shot from afar, blocking the sword that Feng Binbei was bound to win.

A fine cold sweat oozed out from Lei Pokong's back. The murderous intent emitted by the knife just now was so shocked that he was both heartbroken.

Feng Bin pulled out of the Beihui sword, looking at Xue Feng in the distance with a pair of eagle-like eyes. Even if he was, he felt a slight numbness coming from his arms at this moment.

It can be seen that it is definitely not easy to rescue Lei Pokong.

What Feng Binbei couldn't understand was who else could stop his blood-drinking sword on this snow field?

Demon Clan?

But why did the demon clan save Lei Pokong? Feng Binbei also knew from the mouths of his ancestors that the demon clan would never allow the human race to practice.

The rolling snow waves rushed down from the mountain, and the entire snow field began to tremble without warning at this moment.

A moment later, together with Juechen, the snow curtain stirred up, and a giant about 16 feet tall appeared in front of Feng Binbei.

The visitor held a heavy knife in his hand, and a blood-colored tiger under his crotch was naked on the snowy field where the cold wind was blowing, revealing his solid flesh.

"Chi Jiuli?!!"

When Hua Xu saw the giant in the distance, his pupils contracted for no reason, and the ancestors in front of him subconsciously knelt on the ground.

"See my king!"

Lei Pokong escaped from death. When he saw the strong man, he showed joy in his eyes. Then he knelt down without hesitation and shouted loudly.

The remaining disciples of the sects also knelt down on the ground with conscience and prayed loudly to the man in front of him.

Chi Jiuli drove the blood tiger under his crotch to Feng Binbei, staring at Feng Binbei with huge eyes up and down for a while, and nodding slightly.

"Are you willing to surrender to my Li people?"

Chi Jiuli looked at Feng Binbei who was shrouded in front of him by a blood light, and the look of appreciation in his eyes was unconcealed.

Hearing Chi Jiuli's words, a hint of anger appeared on Hua Xu's tender face.

Tianzong and Tianxing looked at each other and saw the shock in each other's eyes. Lu Junfeng, who was already as angry as a snoring, sneered in a drowsy voice.

He knew Feng Binbei very well. Not to mention a powerful ancestor, even Tang Ming was not sure that Feng Binbei would surrender!

He realized his sword intent, and of course he could vaguely sense Feng Binbei's sword intent. If Feng Binbei was a villain who was changing with the wind today, then the Blood-Drinking Sword would not have shown the mighty power of destroying the world in Tongling Valley.

"What? Not happy?"

Chi Jiuli narrowed his eyes and stared coldly at the young man in front of him who didn't say a word, emitting a heart-pounding aura all over his body.

Lei Pokong was still kneeling on the ground at this moment, but after hearing Chi Jiuli's tone, a hint of joy flashed in his eyes.

These trash from the school must not know the methods of the strong man in front of him. This is fine. As long as he angers Chi Jiuli, he will be considered as avenging them.

"I'm happy, of course!"

To everyone's surprise, Feng Binbei smiled faintly at this moment and replied softly to Chi Jiuli.

"this……"

After hearing Feng Binbei's answer, everyone in the distance couldn't help but look at him sideways.

There are many life and death hurdles that have been encountered along the way. In their perception, Feng Binbei is not the kind of person who can easily bow his head.

"Hahaha!"

Chi Jiuli laughed wildly, and the entire hill was shaking, while Lei Bokong, who was lying on the ground, had a strong look of disappointment flashed in his eyes.

However, before Chi Jiuli could put away his laughter, Feng Binbei, who was beside him, shook his head gently, lifted up the rusty blood-drinking knife, and said softly to the blade.

"I'm happy, but the knife in my hand...is not happy!"

After the Fengbinbei dialect fell, the rust on the blood-drinking knife began to slowly fall off, and the blood-red blade gradually appeared in front of everyone.

After a while, the rusty blood-drinking knife had changed its appearance, and after seeing the true appearance of the sword, Lei Pokong and other sects could not help but shrink their heads.

The sky-covering sword light in Tongling Valley was still circling in their minds at this moment. To be honest, they didn't think that the sword light could threaten Chi Jiuli, but even so, they were still very afraid of the sword in Feng Binbei's hand.

"It's bloody, I'm becoming more and more interested in you!"

To everyone's surprise, Chi Jiuli was not angry, but instead looked at Feng Binbei with the look of appreciation.

Turning over and jumping off the blood tiger, Chi Jiuli dragged his heavy knife and walked towards Feng Binbei step by step.

As Chi Jiuli's movements, the surrounding Xuefeng Valley trembled involuntarily, and countless snow rolled down from the top of the mountain.

Feng Binbei held the knife in his hand, and his eyes were covered with the blood mist in an instant. The blood-drinking knife in his hand made a trembling sound under the influence of Feng Binbei.

The realm of this strong man in front of him was only at the innate level, but Feng Binbei vaguely felt that the realm that this guy adhered to was a world of difference from the realm they knew.

So as soon as Feng Binbei took action, he took out his own way to hold the box, and the first move of the three-killing blood-drinking sword, and stopped thinking!

The blood-drinking knife that absorbed the blood and energy took away the divine beauty of the blade. The snowflakes flying with Chi Jiuli were instantly twisted into powder by the invisible knife air.

When Chi Jiuli was still a distance from Feng Binbei, he suddenly raised his sword, and the violent energy instantly strangled with the surrounding sword force, making waves of muffled thunder.

Chi Jiuli was as powerful as a bamboo shoot, cutting off all the sword force emitted by the Blood-Drinking Sword, and rushed towards Fengbin North like thunder.

The first move of the Three Blood Drinking Swords is called breaking thoughts. The knife intention in it will affect the opponent, and the sword force emitted will cut off all retreat paths, which is originally very terrifying.

But in front of Chi Jiuli, these knife intents and sword strength seemed to have lost their effect, and they collapsed like crisp ice.

Every time Chi Jiuli went further, a trace of dark brown blood would seep out of the 48,000 pores around Feng Binbei.

In the blink of an eye, Chi Jiuli had already arrived less than one foot in front of Feng Binbei. After a roar, Chi Jiuli suddenly raised the heavy knife in his hand, and the violent airflow of Feng Binbei's bones were clattering.

However, even under such a dead land, Feng Binbei still did not retreat even a single step, and the blood-drinking knife in his hand emitted bursts of blood.

Feng Binbei, who was suppressed with all his might, not only did there be no frustration on his face, but instead a strange sneer flashed through.

The blood-drinking knife suddenly pierced into the ground, and endless blood-colored sword light broke out from the snow field under the feet of the two. At this moment, the blood and blood around Feng Binbei had formed blood mist, wrapping him up.

A look of surprise flashed in Chi Jiuli's eyes. However, facing this sword that made all the leaders of the sects break their hearts, this ancestor was only surprised!

The sword light hanging horizontally and the sky appeared in everyone's eyes again. The third form of the Blood-Drinking Knife is to cut off life!

Under the bloody sword light, the snowflakes flying around the sky began to strangely stagnate in the air at this moment.

The disciples of the sect, shrouded in blood, began to become withered, and even Lei Pokong's hair gradually crawled into a hint of pale.

At that time, this sword could burst out with great power in the face of the closed force of heaven and earth. Although Feng Binbei was not as good as that time, the last sword of the three blood-drinking styles was originally heavy and not gravity.

The blood-drinking knife stabbed into the ground, and Feng Binbei pressed his body tightly with the handle of the knife, forcibly casting the blood-drinking sword, which was no less than the sacrifice sword that Lu Junfeng used to face Yuan Zimo before!

All the Xu tribe members and other ancestors opened their eyes wide. In their consciousness, could the invincible Chi Jiuli die under the sword of that young man?

"Chi Jiuli, there is no such simple defeat!"
Chapter completed!