The heads of the three sects felt the evil spirit coming to their faces, and their hearts couldn't help but feel a little upset.

What exactly did the Xuanyuan Dynasty come from?

Are all disciples from the academy so fierce?

The three disciples who were just Tao Xuan realm could force a few of them to be so embarrassed.

Moreover, the attack that came to his face was obviously not that simple. They all felt a bone-broken chill in the momentum of the three of them.

The three of them scattered and retreated, but Han Nobita and the other two followed him like shadows.

Feng Binbei dragged his sword and headed straight to the Qi Jian Sect's master. As the sword in his hand swept forward, a vast sword intent had gathered.

Yun Haochen held the sword in one hand, and while sweeping forward, he held up the sword intent condensed in his hand with his left hand, making a bow-breaking gesture, and a cold sword intent stared at the sect who described the child on the right.

There was wind and thunder under Han Daxiong's feet, and the divine flames and thunder were running around with the most powerful momentum. He held the heavy sword horizontally and rushed towards the child-like sect on the left.

Three big men who once covered the sky in the mysterious gate of this world were forced to this extent by several disciples from rural academic institutions. They never dreamed of it.

The Blood-Drinking Knife finally stopped walking on the ground. The moment it swept, the space in front of Feng Binbei rippled like ripples.

Countless treasures flew out from the Qiankun brocade bag of the head of the Yiqi Sword Sect, and the colorful treasures instantly enveloped him.

Yun Haochen retreated with his right hand, raised his left hand slightly, and the sword intent in his hand began to tremble slightly like an arrow with a string.

The leader in the distance suddenly formed seals with his hands, and a golden shield suddenly appeared in front of him, and countless spiritual weapons were entangled in it.

Only Han Daxiong, one man and one sword, rushed towards the head of the sect he faced with a very arrogant attitude. The heat waves emitted from the divine flames around him burned all the yellow sand and dust under his feet.

"Thousand Spirits Crush to the Formation, the Spirit of Gods and Souls sacrifice to the sky!"

The three masters shouted this sentence almost at the same time.

As their words fell, some empty shadows gradually struggled out from the blood that gathered into a river, and roared and was swallowed by the thunder.

The originally shaking thunder suddenly emerged from the catastrophe cloud and rushed towards the three of them after devouring many souls.

Looking at the sky thunder that had fallen into the catastrophe clouds, the three masters slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

But before they could recover, they saw the attic soaring into the sky, and the outer edge seemed to be surrounded by a giant dragon emitting bright yellow energy.

Tongtian Pavilion flashed by, and at the attic window on the top floor, a handsome middle-aged man stood.

The man put his hands behind him, looked up at the mighty thunder of heaven, without a trace of fear on his face.

Rumble.

The first thunder fell, and it happened to fall in the Tongtian Pavilion guarding Fengbinbei's head.

The thunder and dragon energy were strangled together, and the world trembled.

But no one could see that the man standing at the window of the attic was bleeding in his seven orifices in an instant.

Feng Binbei, who was blocked from the sky thunder, lifted the blood-drinking knife without hesitation, and the stormy space blew past the head of the Yiqi Sword Sect like a breeze.

The breeze falls behind and blood mist suddenly rises.

When everyone came to their senses, they found that Chang Beihong, the leader of the Yiqi Sword Sect, had disappeared on his shoulders.

Tongtian Pavilion suddenly rotated around, and the next moment, it appeared on Yun Haochen's head, blocking the sky thunder again.

The sword in Yun Haochen's hand was like a rainbow, and after a flash of splendor, it disappeared between heaven and earth.

Just when everyone was stunned, a rainbow light suddenly appeared in front of the Dongming Child Emperor, and it hit the shocked Child Emperor.

A sword is gone!

The sword intent seemed to have traveled through time and space, suddenly appeared beside the Child Emperor, and caught him off guard.

Twelve blood mists exploded on the Tong Emperor's small body, and the twelve acupoints of the righteous meridians were completely destroyed by this sword intent.

At this moment, there were already rifts on Tongtian Pavilion, and the man who was originally standing at the top window was already covered in blood.

He showed an elder's smile as kind as a younger generation to look at the three people on the ground, and then the dragon energy was strong on the Tongtian Pavilion.

The last thunder was finally resisted by the Tongtian Loft that stood in Qingxia Town for thousands of years, and the man standing at the top finally fell down slowly.

Using the body of a mortal, driving the dragon energy on earth is an act that goes against the sky, and what Xiao Bieli is blocking is the heavenly punishment thunder tribulation.

To the way of heaven, there is even more sin that cannot be forgiven!

After the last thunder in the moment, Tongtian Pavilion exploded and Xiao Bieli was thrown out like a catkin.

Yun Haochen, who had originally had the upper hand, turned pale and suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood.

He was connected to Tongtian Pavilion's heart veins, and at this moment he smashed Tongtian Pavilion, no less than an ordinary sword cultivator and shattered his natal spirit sword.

Yun Haochen has already damaged his foundation!

After Yu Guang saw Xiao Bieli flying out, Han Nobita rushed towards the Child Emperor with anger mixed in.

The scorching divine flames and violent erosion thunder instantly wrapped the Human Emperor's small body in.

After a moment, the divine flame dissipated.

The child emperor in front of him was burned into a pile of charcoal, and the two child emperors were already a mother. Not only was the child emperor in front of him already lifeless, but even the child emperor who had broken the twelve acupoints by Yun Haochen had also regressed a lot in his cultivation.

"If this continues, we will have no way to die!"

The surviving Prince turned around and shouted loudly at Chang Beihong, who was also miserable not far away.

Chang Beihong felt the severe pain coming from his shoulders, looked at the ferocious face of the Tong Emperor, and then nodded gently.

The two of them suddenly whistled to the sky, and their essence and blood were spinning like a tide.

On the battlefield, all the blood and energy gathered, depicting a huge Thousand Spirits Blood Formation.

Not only are their essence and blood, but their cultivation is also regressing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The eighth level of Tianxuan, the peak of Taoist Xuan, the fifth level of Human Xuanxuan...

He retreated until the early stage of Ren Xuan, and then he stopped barely.

And the blood energy in front of the two of them at this moment had condensed into a huge blood array that covered the sky and the sun.

"Thousand Spirits Blood Formation, the Evil Lord came to the world!"

The original tender voice of the Tong Emperor became a little hoarse, and Chang Beihong, who was beside him, poured out his energy and spirit in his seven orifices like water breaking through his dam.

He was originally as old as an octogenarian, and now he looked even more deadly.

Obviously, the final killer move was a huge loss for the Child Emperor, but it was even worse for him, a person who was already shallow in life.

However, they had no choice. If they were reluctant to sacrifice their lives, among the three people in front of them, except Feng Binbei, who was already at the end of their power, the remaining two could take their heads.

However, the knife in his hand, the pride and unruly he maintained in his heart, supported him to stand up from the battlefield where blood flowed.

His body was forced back by terrifying pressure, and even with a knife and pestle, he was forced out several feet.

As the body slid away, dark brown blood oozed out of the 48,000 pores of the body, and bursts of explosions like war drums came from the acupoints all over the body.

No one noticed that while Feng Binbei was forced, the Blood-Drinking Knife emitted a burst of strange cold light.
Chapter completed!