The heaven and earth open up and the Hongmeng, and the two energys rise and fall.

The Xuanhuang Qi is one of them, which means that all things in the world are profound and can abandon the cause and effect of heaven and earth.

The Xuanhuang Qi is extremely precious to ordinary practitioners.

Especially the practitioners among the ten major sects will inevitably be affected by the causal disasters of secular dynasties.

This is why, when they saw Han Daxiong having a mysterious and yellow aura on the battlefield, those sects who were used to seeing the world were crazy about it.

However, at this moment, the mysterious energy of the Tong Emperor entered his body, but it was not the same thing.

The acupoints around the body are under unimaginable pressure, and even the soul and spirit seem to be crushed by the mysterious and yellow aura.

The Prince, who was originally crawling on the ground, had his eyes bulged out in an instant, and he curled up suddenly, as if he was suffering unimaginable pain.

"Give me...Give me your life!"

After only a quarter of an hour of perseverance, the arrogant Child Emperor could no longer hold on.

Those who have not experienced the mysterious and yellow energy entering their body cannot experience his suffocation feeling of even his soul being crushed.

"Haha, I just remembered to beg for mercy now? It's too late!"

Han Nobita was unmoved at all. He was not a bloodthirsty person, but he was definitely not a moral gentleman.

Before, when Xiong Wushuang did not appear, did the Tong Emperor think that he would let them live?

The Xuanhuang energy in his hand was strong, and it poured down Han Daxiong's finger sword like water bursting down.

A series of low roars sounded around the body of the Child Emperor, and the acupoints around his body exploded suddenly, and the pungent smell of blood instantly wrapped around him.

"I will not let go of any of the Dongming Sword Sect!"

The moment before the Child Emperor's consciousness disappeared, I only heard Han Nohieong's cold words as if they were as sword-like as a knife.

Han Daxiong, who withdrew his right hand, turned around and looked at Chang Beihong, who was already disgusted, and smiled coldly.

This smile scared Chang Beihong's three souls out of his body. Looking at Han Daxiong's expression, Chang Beihong seemed to understand something.

"This is the treasure of my Yiqi Sword Sect. Chang Beihong is willing to use it in exchange for my life!"

Chang Beihong bent his right hand and knocked his finger on his chest.

A ripples filled with inspiration slowly spread out from the old guy's chest, and a long sword of divine beauty slowly appeared in front of several people.

"Nine-grade spiritual weapon?"

Xiong Wushuang looked at the spiritual sword in front of her and narrowed her eyes slightly.

"I didn't expect that this old guy is quite good!"

Xiong Wushuang brushed the hilt of the sword with one hand. Although he disdained to use spiritual weapons, he was inevitably moved when he saw good things.

"Yes, this ninth-grade spiritual weapon refers to the Tianxuan Sword, which is the treasure of my Yiqi Sword Sect."

Chang Beihong looked at Xiong Wushuang's expression and felt a little happy.

As long as the things you took out can be seen by their Dharma, your life will be saved today.

As for the treasures passed down from generation to generation in the sect, in Chang Beihong's eyes, not to mention a treasure, even the entire Yiqi Sword Sect is not as important as its own life.

"The ninth-grade spiritual weapon is good, but it is far from enough to exchange for your life!"

Who knew that Han Daxiong picked up the spirit sword in one hand and observed it for a while, then turned around and shook his head and said to Chang Beihong.

"ah?!"

Chang Beihong suddenly widened his eyes and pointed the Tianxuan Sword as the most precious treasure he could take out.

In his opinion, how much knowledge can a disciple of the school have? The ninth-grade spiritual weapon is enough to touch his heart.

But he didn't expect that Han Daxiong seemed to not play according to the routine at all. In his eyes, the ninth-grade spiritual weapon seemed to be nothing more than that.

"Brother, it's almost done. With this old man's shabby look, I guess I can't come up with anything very good."

Even Xiong Wushuang on the side couldn't stand it anymore. The guy in front of him was exactly the same as Boy Tang.

Chang Beihong's eyes were turning sharply. He did have a trace of luck, but judging from this posture, he obviously couldn't hide it anymore.

"In the Yiqi Sword Sect, there is also a Heavenly Sword Intent that can save the Yun family disciple of the Heavenly Sword Bloodline. Moreover, this Heavenly Sword will improve its quality as the cultivation changes..."

Chang Beihong knew that he could not hide it anymore, so he immediately said everything he knew.

"You said, Yun Haochen can survive?!"

Han Daxiong may not care about other things, but he has to be careful about Yun Haochen's life and death.

"Yes, as long as you integrate the sword intent of the Heavenly Sword and use the sword as the guide, you can definitely be resurrected from the dead according to the characteristics of the Heavenly Sword bloodline!"

Although Chang Beihong was reluctant to leave, his form is better than that of others now.

When Yiqi Sword Sect stole this intent of the Heavenly Sword from the hands of Tianxuan Sect, who was so ecstatic that he knew how much the Yiqi Sword Sect had paid.

Han Daxiong turned around and looked straight at Xiong Wushuang.

If someone can tell the truth about what this old guy said, the only one among the people present is Xiong Wushuang.

"Don't look at me, I don't even know what the bloodline of the Heavenly Sword is, what to do to bring about resurrection!"

Xiong Wushuang glared at him. He had a personality that was not concerned about anything, so how could he know everything?

Besides, only certain people know the characteristics of the Tianjian bloodline, and this has nothing to do with the level of cultivation.

"It's true!"

Just when Han Nobita was about to use some "special" methods, Feng Binbei, who had already fainted, woke up at some point and nodded slightly to Han Nobita.

"That's true, then... I'll send you on your way!"

A trace of ferociousness flashed in Han Daxiong's eyes, and then he turned around suddenly, and a trained sword light flashed through the Tianxuan Sword in his hand. 33 Listening to the Book of Songs

Chang Beihong's head flew high, with a look of incredible expression on his face.

Xiong Wushuang narrowed his eyes slightly, and he seemed to be disgusted with Han Nobita's rebellion.

"Since you have promised him, why do you still have to take his head?"

Xiong Wushuang slowly took a step back and looked at Han Daxiong, who had caught his head at this moment with a cold look.

Although he was reckless, he spitted and nailed. Now, Han Daxiong's rebellious behavior made Xiong Wushuang very despised.

"When did I promise him?"

Han Nobita held his bloody head and turned around and stared at Xiong Wushuang's eyes without any hesitation.

"I just asked them whether they wanted to die or live, but they didn't promise to let them live!"

"If they killed me as a cultivator at the beginning, I would have no regrets, but their mistake was that they should not have implicated so many ordinary martial soldiers in order to kill us."

Han Daxiong waved the long sword in his hand, cut off the head of the Tong Emperor, and said lightly to Xiong Wushuang.

"The Thousand Spirit Blood Formation contains the spirit of more than 100,000 ordinary martial artists. Who should they seek to reason with the wandering ghosts?"

Xiong Wushuang was speechless, and then felt the blood and energy rising from the sky around her, and she couldn't help but feel a little sigh in her heart.

The fate of a mortal is no different from an ants in the eyes of a cultivator.

But Xiong Wushuang knew that Tang Ming had always rejected the naturalness of this kind of cultivator.

In the battle of Yunwu Mountain, 180,000 Shangyunqian Army fled in panic, but the culprit of all this was not the Xuanyuan Wushu who guarded this place, but the immortal chiefs of the sect who were regarded as gods by Shangyun Kingdom.

Feng Binbei's ninety thousand infantrymen remained, with less than one thousand and eight hundred dragon scale iron cavalry, and his life and death were uncertain.

"Let's go, if you go later, I guess the eight hundred dragon scale iron cavalry will be hung up!"

Han Daxiong put away his spiritual sword and carried Feng Binbei, who had no strength to stand up.

"knife……"

The weak Feng Binbei pointed to the blood-drinking knife erected on the ground and said anxiously.

Han Daxiong, who was carrying Feng Binbei behind his back, walked to the Blood-Drinking Sword and held it with one hand.

"Um?!"

Looking at the long sword that was still in motion in his hand, Han Nobita increased the strength in his hand.

Unfortunately, no matter how hard Han Nohieong tried, the blood-drinking knife in front of him seemed to have taken root and remained motionless.

"Daonian is in harmony with his heart, and other people can't pick it up except him!"

Xiong Wushuang, who was digesting Han Daxiong's "teaching", couldn't help but curl his lips after seeing Han Daxiong's actions.

"What should I do?"

Han Daxiong glared. At this moment, Feng Binbei didn't even have the strength to stand up, let alone hold a knife.

"Does go and look at my grandpa bear!"

Xiong Wushuang walked to the Blood-Drinking Sword, first looked at Han Daxiong provocatively, and then held the knife in both hands.

"rise!!"

Xiong Wushuang roared, and his energy spread around him like a tornado, and the blood-drinking knife also left the ground inch by inch.
To be continued...