Han Daxiong changed his previous embarrassment and raised the heavy sword in his hand with a treacherous smile.

The faces of the disciples of the Yiqi Sword Sect suddenly changed. No matter how stupid they were, they understood, and it turned out that this guy was always playing with them.

"Yiqi Sword Sect, I didn't go to find you, you came to the door first, so don't blame me for being rude!"

Han Daxiong moved his heavy sword and suddenly disappeared in front of these disciples of the sect.

When he was on Yunmiao Immortal Island, he could compete with those ordinary sects in the early stage of the innate stage, let alone these guys in front of him?

The heavy aura gradually became richer, and the disciples of the Yiqi Sword Sect realized something strange at this time.

"Senior brother, something is wrong. Why do I feel that the spiritual energy flows a lot slower!"

One of the disciples raised the spiritual sword in his hand, looked at the sword energy that was flashing and dark, and said with all their hearts and courage.

"Yes, I am the same, the spiritual power of the acupoint seems to be suppressed!"

The other disciples activate their spiritual energy one after another, but they feel like they are in a quagmire, and the spiritual energy is very awkward.

The disciple in the leader looked very good and couldn't see much. Although the spiritual sword in his hand was majestic, it felt like there was a mountain pressing on his body.

What they didn't notice was that at the moment when Han Daxiong disappeared, there were a trace of cracks on the trees within a mile of radius around them, with them as the center.

"Suffer to die!"

Han Daxiong's voice came from his head like thunder, and the violent sword energy fell like a mountain pressing down on the top of the head.

Puff...

In addition to the leading disciple at the peak of innate nature, other disciples of the sect instantly knelt on one knee under the blow of Han Daxiong.

Another one of them was unable to withstand this huge pressure, and blood oozed out of all seven orifices.

"Little Zhoutian Sword Formation!"

The leading disciples of the sect forcibly circulated the blocked spiritual energy, shouted suddenly, and a sword light rushed towards the top of their heads.

Except for the disciple who was bleeding from the seven orifices, the remaining three immediately separated from each other and surrounded Han Nobita in the middle.

Four spirit swords drew mysterious trajectories in the air, trapping Han Nobita in it.

Tang Ming had seen the Zhoutian Sword Formation before when he was in the Yellow Sand World.

However, the difference is that at that time, the Zhoutian Sword Formation was composed of personal disciples of the Yiqi Sword Sect and some masters, and even Tang Ming cannot be underestimated.

Although the simple sword formation in front of me is still somewhat powerful, in Han Daxiong's opinion, it is just a demonstration.

The four people guarded four different directions respectively, and the sword energy gradually became denser during the round trip.

A series of sword nets composed of sword energy began to shrink towards Han Daxiong. Whether it was trees or shrubs around, as long as they touched the sword energy, they would turn into nothingness.

"Hehe, let the uncle also see what can be called a good sword formation in the young master!"

Han Nobita was there, not only did not have any solemnity, but instead looked eager to try.

Seeing the sword formation gradually pressing down, Han Daxiong suddenly lifted the heavy sword in his hand, then held the heavy sword with one hand and suddenly rose up from the ground.

A trace of light yellow energy emanated from the heavy sword, and the heavy sword that broke through the air shattered the sharp sword net in a moment.

The four of them vomited blood and looked at the burly man with disgust in horror.

Although the small Zhoutian Sword Formation is not as good as the sect’s Shan Zhenshan Sword Formation, it also evolved from it, and its power naturally cannot be underestimated.

Even if they can only defend the four directions, there is no reason why they will be easily broken by a guy from the early stage of the innate stage!

"What a broken thing! It's worthy of the young master's praise?"

Han Daxiong looked at the disciples of the sects lying around, with a little puzzled and puzzled.

When the young master explained the sword formation in Changchuan City, he highly praised the Zhoutian sword formation of the Yiqi Sword Sect.

Now it seems that either these guys are not good at learning skills, or this sword formation is not the kind that the young master has seen that can trigger the starry sky.

"Who are you...?"

The leading disciple of the sect looked at Han Daxiong. Until this moment, he was still not very worried about his situation.

Because he understood that in this world, almost no one dared to kill the disciples of the sect without permission, and his identity is extraordinary in the entire Yiqi Sword Sect.

"Have you heard of Qingxia Academy?"

Han Daxiong dragged his heavy sword and slowly walked to the disciple, with a hint of ferocious look on his face.

"I haven't heard of it."

The disciple shook his head. He really had never heard of it. According to his identity, not to mention ordinary schools of learning, even second- and third-rate sects, there were many Dharma eyes that could not be seen by him.

"So what about Longcheng Academy?"

Han Daxiong leaned forward slightly, and a trace of light yellow energy suddenly rushed into the Danzhong point of the sect disciple in front of him.

"Longcheng Academy? You... are the remnants of Longcheng Academy?!"

The leading disciple looked at Tang Ming in horror. If Longcheng Academy had been placed before, it would definitely not have caught his eye.

But what happened during this period made this name very well known throughout the sect.

"Hehe, when Yiqi Sword Sect destroyed my school, did you really think there was no cause and effect in this world?"

Han Nobita slowly raised the heavy sword in his hand, and a bloody red light flashed in his eyes.

"No! You can't kill me, I am the descendant of Qian Situ, the elder of the Yiqi Sword Sect's cabinet! Once I die, the Xuanyuan Dynasty will not be as simple as the siege of the Eight Kingdoms!"

The leading disciples of the sect finally changed their faces at this time. If they were ordinary people, they might really be afraid of the identity of their disciples.

But he knew very well that it was a situation that would never stop between the Yiqi Sword Sect and the Longcheng Academy, or between the entire sect and the Longcheng Academy.

"Is that true? Then let me see it!"

Han Daxiong pulled a sneer on the corner of his mouth, then he lifted a heavy sword, and a terrifying sword light instantly struck the disciple's neck.

The headless corpse fell to the ground. Han Daxiong turned around and stared at the remaining four people like blood.

The few people looked at each other and then began to rush towards all directions.

At this time, only when they run separately will the hope of survival will be greater.

The madman in front of him dared to attack even the descendants of the elders of the sect cabinet, let alone them.

Han Daxiong looked at the few people who were rushing away, but did not immediately catch up with him, but suddenly raised the heavy sword in his hand.

The Xuanhuang Qi began to linger on the heavy sword, and the surrounding trees began to burst under a pressure.

Scattered wood chips, dull thunder, flying disciples of the sect, and Han Daxiong holding heavy swords, formed a strange picture in this radius.

"Blood debt and blood repayment!"

Just before the four of them were about to escape from the range of Xuanhuang Qi, Han Daxiong shouted fiercely and stabbed the heavy sword in his hand into the ground.

The mountains and forests kept trembling at this moment, and countless mysterious and yellow auras mixed with a trace of Nanming Lihuo essence rushed up from the feet of the four sect disciples.

The scorching Lihuo instantly wrapped the four people. After a while, there was nothing else except the wood chips on the ground.

"Mutous, come out to collect the body!"

Han Daxiong pulled out the heavy sword from the ground and shouted at the distance.

After a while, the mute, who was still wrapped in white cloth, ran to Han Daxiong happily.

First he gave a thumbs up, then turned around and began to pull off the clothes of the disciple of the sect.

From the spiritual sword to the Qiankun brocade bag, even the white robe and the pair of gilded steps on his body were not spared.

Since the two secretly left the central army that day, he and Han Daxiong have "seduced" the disciples of several waves of sects.

Although the mute faces the disciples of the sect, it is a great idea to clean the battlefield.

"How many are you?"

Han Noixong asked blankly as he looked at the mute who was pulling the body with great enthusiasm.

The most powerful disciples of these sects they have "seduced" these days is the peak of innateness.

This is already an amazing master for ordinary martial artists like mute, but he can't be interested in Han Nobita at this moment.

The reason why these disciples of the sects were led to the front line was not other reasons, but on the battlefield. Once the fight started, ordinary martial arts soldiers would inevitably be involved.

However, here, it is a good choice to get a few disciples of the sect to come and fight Qiufeng.

The mute turned around, and his body was covered with some spiritual objects that only cultivators could find, and even several Qiankun Tie Sacks.

He stretched out one hand and spread it out, then stretched out three fingers, and the mute looked excited.

"Eight, I guess the disciples of Yiqi Sword Sect are almost dead. Let's go back, otherwise the master will cause trouble for me again!"

When Han Daxiong thought of Xiao Bieli, his originally rough face wrinkled together.

No matter what, Xiao Bieli is Helian’s mighty master, and Han Daxiong is not an ungrateful person.

Therefore, even though Xiao Bieli's cultivation level dropped outside the Qianyun Gate of Tiandu Imperial City, he still had a lot of respect for Han Daxiong at all.

“Huh?!”

Just as the two were about to turn around, Han Daxiong suddenly had an ear and then turned around and stared at Yitian behind him.
To be continued...