Han Daxiong grinned, and he understood that Feng Bibei fell to this field today, all because of him.

If he hadn't told the rules of the Yellow Sand World in desperation, these guys would never have fought a trapped beast.

According to Feng Binbei's cultivation level, it is not impossible to escape without any loss, but it is too late to say anything now.

"I, Han Daxiong, owes you in this life, and I will definitely return it to you as a cow or a horse in the next life!"

Han Daxiong dragged his heavy sword and walked to Feng Binbei step by step, laughing loudly at the sect disciples who were coming from the sky.

"Haha, it's worth it to be able to meet you before I die in my life, but the only pity is that I still haven't understood the three swords of blood after all!"

Feng Binbei showed a rare smile, raised the blood-drinking knife with his right hand, and gently brushed the rusty blade with his left hand, with reluctance in his eyes.

The Blood-Drinking Sword also made a sudden wailing sound. It had already communicated with Feng Binbei's intentions. At this moment, it felt the master's deceased aspiration and trembled suddenly.

"Come on, let us brothers see how much you sect disciples who are always arrogant and dominate!"

Han Daxiong laughed loudly, not only did the heavy sword in his hand overflow with golden light, but also a blue light radiantly, and a golden chain mail shone brightly.

"Nanming Lihuo?!"

The six sect disciples standing in the distance were staring at the formation and their eyes widened when they saw the blue light shining above Han Daxiong's heavy sword.

Feng Binbei's expression gradually began to become dull, but at this moment the blood-drinking knife in his hand burst out with a terrifying blood, and the rust on the blade was gradually falling off, and a dazzling cold light flashed in it.

"kill!"

After a low growl, Feng Binbei suddenly lifted his sword and slid it up. A bloody light soared into the sky, killing the two disciples of the sect nearest in front of him in half.

Han Daxiong flipped his heavy sword and the rippling sword energy rushed towards a disciple of a sect next to him. However, his cultivation level was not a little worse than Feng Binbei, so he did not cause any substantial damage to the disciple.

However, when the disciple blocked Han Daxiong's heavy sword with the spiritual sword in his hand, a blue light rushed towards the place where the two swords collided.

Before the guy could react, the acupoints around his body exploded like thunder, and countless blue lights broke through the acupoints around his body like sharp arrows, killing him on the spot.

The tide of the closure of heaven and earth is getting closer and closer, and those disciples don’t care about the two who are afraid of going crazy, especially after those in-person disciples joining them, the two are even more dangerous.

Rumble!

A shot pierced through Han Daxiong's golden armor. The long spear in the hand of the Huanyang Sect disciple pushed forward and nailed Han Daxiong to the wall on the side of the valley.

Liu Zijian did not take the opportunity to kill Han Nohieong, but rushed forward and flashed into the valley.

Feng Binbei retreated again and again, and there were countless wounds all over his body. His eyes began to blur, but he could still vaguely see Han Daxiong, who was nailed to the cliff of the valley in the distance, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Hahaha. Since you two guys are determined to die, how can you lose me, Lu Junfeng?!"

Just as everyone saw the hope of Izumi, there was a burst of laughter from behind.

Then, before everyone could react, a sword light that crossed the valley suddenly rose from behind them, crushing seven or eight disciples in a row, and then stopped in front of Feng Binbei.

Lu Junfeng held the spirit sword in his hand, looked at Feng Binbei who was already dying at the moment with a faint smile, and his sword energy was turbulent.

"You...you shouldn't show up!"

Feng Binbei looked at Lu Junfeng in front of him and smiled bitterly and said to this pedantic and rigid guy.

Feng Binbei understood that as long as Lu Junfeng did not show up and hid in the crowd, he would definitely be able to get away with it. After all, all disciples of all sects are determined to enter the valley, and no one cares about the extra person around him.

"Hmph, I'll allow you to kill all sides, and why don't grandpa be so arrogant?"

At this moment, Lu Junfeng's speech was no longer as gentle as usual. He kept scolding his grandfather, which made Feng Binbei feel a little close.

"You come, there is only one more person who dies here in vain!"

Feng Binbei smiled bitterly, and was about to say something, but a mouthful of blood poured out.

"If I don't come, I will not be Lu Junfeng!"

This young man who usually advocates reasoning finally didn't make sense for a while, and he was facing legendary figures from the four university residences.

Lu Junfeng blocked Feng Binbei behind him, and the long sword suddenly burst out more than three feet long. With the waving, the sound of wind and thunder rolled in.

"Hmph, all the disciples retreat and see me to capture him!"

Lu Junfeng's sword energy shattered three or four disciples of the sect. Since he appeared, he has killed more than ten disciples. Finally, some personal disciples can't stand it anymore.

The tall man who had spoken beside Yuan Zimo before stepped out, and the long halberd in his hand emitted a sharp and heavy aura.

The rolling thunder disappeared under the long halberd raised by the man.

He is a disciple of the sect of the Sixth Level of Xuan. If he is really outside, he will not be willing to reduce his status against a congenital cultivator from an innate background.

But now the form is very different. Over the years, I don’t know what’s going on in the Tongtian Pavilion. This time, the disciples of the Yunmiao Immortal Sect came to the Yunmiao Immortal Sect were actually some geniuses who were not born.

The long halberd was like a dragon, and the violent energy shattered the sword pressure displayed by Lu Junfeng. Then, the strong man handed out the long halberd with one arm, and the powerful spiritual energy shot out from the long halberd and smashed heavily on Lu Junfeng's chest.

"Puchi..."

A mouthful of blood gushed out, and Lu Junfeng was instantly knocked away by the man.

The gap between them comes from the realm. The strong level of the strong man's spiritual energy is definitely not something that Lu Junfeng can compete with now.

"Hahaha, vulnerable!"

The strong man laughed loudly, lifted the long halberd with one hand, and walked step by step towards the valley under the gaze of the three of them.

"The sword opening of the box describes the romantic flow, and the air rushes to the sky and shoots the bullfighting!"

Just when the strong man was one step away from entering the valley, a whisper rang out from behind, and then his back suddenly felt chill.

He turned his face and looked at Lu Junfeng who was shaking his feet and waved his sleeves, and a purple light flashed in front of him.

When the light faded, everyone could see clearly that in front of this young man, there was a six-foot-long purple wood sword box.

The sword box was standing beside him. Lu Junfeng did not open the sword box immediately, but gently brushed over the purple wood box body, with his expression and aura, exactly the same as when Feng Binbei brushed over the blood-drinking knife.

"You have been in my hands for decades. Today, I will leave all the romantic feelings here!"

Lu Junfeng murmured to himself, as if he was telling the sword box, and there was something he seemed to say to him.

The strong man suddenly looked alert, and the long halberd in his hand surged and stirred, but he could not suppress the trembling fear of his lower head.

The slender fingers gently stroked the sword box, and the sword intent rushed out of the purple box like a strange beast that had escaped from the trap.

Before the nearest disciples of the sect came to understand what was going on, they were cut into pieces by the sword intent that rushed out of the sword box.

And the sword box at this moment has only been opened for only five inches.

A black tide was already behind him. If you turned around, you could even see the chaotic aura that surging in the closed world. Once you were caught in it, let alone them, even the Saint Lord at the peak of the transformation tripod could not escape death!

The disciples of the sect rushed up like a tide, and the sound of wind and thunder was faintly heard between the closed heaven and earth behind him.

If it were in the past, let alone these disciples of the sect, even those six people would avoid it without hesitation after seeing such a sharp sword intent.

But now they have no choice.

After retreating, the sound of wind and thunder closed by heaven and earth is behind him. Even a fool knows that he will definitely be unable to escape death when he gets involved.

When they entered, although the sword intent was cold, they were numerous, and there was always a glimmer of hope to rush into the valley.

All the disciples of the sect had red eyes and rushed towards Lu Junfeng frantically.

Even though Lu Junfeng had completely opened the sword box at this moment, and the sharp sword energy filled the entire valley entrance, it could not stop those disciples who had fallen into madness.

Moreover, more sword energy was resisted by the six personal disciples. Although the sword energy in Lu Junfeng's purple box killed many disciples of the sect, he seemed a little helpless at this moment.

Lu Junfeng retreated again and again. At this moment, his seven orifices were covered with blood, and the surrounding yellow sand world gradually turned into blood in his eyes.

"Kill! That guy won't last long, brothers and sisters must make a concerted effort!"

Yuan Zimo stood behind everyone. Until now, only his body had no scars, and only his sword was still in the hands of the sword servant and had not yet been unsheathed.

"Haha, it seems that we are really going to die here, but it's not too bad to die with you Feng Binbei!"

The sword intent in Lu Junfeng's purple box had dried up, and his body was thrust with blood from the sharp sword energy of those sect disciples. However, there was no trace of fear in his eyes at this moment, but instead he felt relieved.

"Hahaha……"

Feng Binbei, who had been dull for more than 20 years, laughed wildly at this moment, with a full laugh, and he could not tell at all that he was already a dying person.

"I, Feng Binbei, walked all the way here, never let down the knife in my hand, nor did I let myself down. Since I will die today, I will not let this life go like this!"

Feng Binbei slowly raised the blood-drinking knife in his hand, and smiled heroically at the long sword, "Old guy, let's look at Feng Binbei's last knife!!"

Buzzing...

The blood-drinking knife trembled suddenly, and the blood qi on the blade rushed straight into the sky, and a wave of muffled thunder came faintly from the blood qi.
Chapter completed!