Feng Zhiyuan swallowed nervously, and the clothes on his back were all wet with cold sweat. Unexpectedly, he kicked the iron plate today.

Li Bumian can instantly kill Wang Fei in the late stage of the Foundation Establishment Realm. No matter how badly he is, he is in the middle stage of the Golden Pill, and is comparable to his own strength. However, Feng Zhiyuan, the weird-shaped blade, could not tell the level, but it was also a treasure that had at least five spiritual refining times.

Feng Zhiyuan thought that in addition to being in the middle stage of the Jindan, there were four early stage masters of the Jindan stage. If all the people on his side were on the same stage, they would be very sure, but Feng Zhiyuan was still unable to figure it out. He could not see through the strength of the man in front of him, because the man in front of him had no fluctuations in spiritual power, as if he was a mortal. This was too strange and made people feel a little panicked.

Just in case, Feng Zhiyuan crushed the communication spirit stone in his arms, passed the information into the spirit stone, and fed it back to the headquarters of the Nanyang Sect.

"The matter was exposed. The master who claimed to be the master of the Blood-Borror Pavilion is protecting Nie Xiaorou. The disciple speculated that Lingyun Sect had already taken precautions. This was a way to throw a stone to ask for directions. It was probably the work of the hidden troops of Lingyun Sect."

Feng Zhiyuan crushed the communication spirit stone and breathed a sigh of relief. In this way, even if the mission failed, he would not be punished too much when he went back. After all, he had done his best. Next, Feng Zhiyuan planned to fight with Li Bumian. The best way to win would be to escape immediately if he couldn't win. In the Nanyang Sect, no, for the entire immortal cultivation world of Senluo Sword Continent, it was a great shame to escape without fighting.

"What were you doing just now?" Li Bumian frowned and looked at Feng Zhiyuan. Feng Zhiyuan obviously crushed a stone just now, and he didn't know what plane he was working on.

"I don't have to explain anything to a dead person." Feng Zhiyuan sneered and shouted: "Disciple of Nanyang Sect!"

"exist!"

More than a dozen people answered in unison, with loud and stuttering voices. Their bodies were shocked, and their spirits were all exposed, and their fierce aura was fully displayed.

"Go together! Destroy this kid!"

Feng Zhiyuan was the first to take the brunt of his natal magic weapon. A small sword as big as a red body shot out suddenly, shooting towards Li Bumian with a thunderous and thrust.

Li Bumian was not panicked at all. He raised the watermelon knife and slashed at the small sword accurately.

Draw the knife, draw the knife, and in an instant.

bite!

The watermelon sword touched the red sword, making a clanging sound of metal and stone colliding.

I saw the red sword as spiritual as it was, as if a cruel poisonous snake bit the watermelon knife and refused to let go.

"Oh? Interesting!"

Li Bumian exerted force with his hand, and a little hidden force was attached to the watermelon knife.

Bang!

The red sword was completely invincible. In the blink of an eye, it had cracks everywhere, and then it shattered all over, turning into countless powders, annihilated between heaven and earth.

Puff!

Feng Zhiyuan spit out a mouthful of blood. The magic weapon he used to nourish with his natal essence and blood was broken. He was fed backfire and suffered serious internal injuries. His internal organs were surging.

Feng Zhiyuan had no idea that he could not resist this man's move! He was seriously injured at this time and could no longer escape.

A group of disciples of Nanyang Sect were shocked. Feng Zhiyuan was a quasi-elder-level figure in Nanyang Sect, and he could not take the move of the man in front of him! The blood-torming Pavilion leader Li Bumian was so terrifying!

Looking at Feng Zhiyuan with a pale face, the disciples of Nanyang Sect immediately felt angry.

"Senior Brother! Are you okay?"

"This bastard actually dares to hurt our senior brother! I'll fight you!"

"Damn it! All the magic weapons are sacrificed together!"

A group of disciples of Nanyang Sect dared not neglect. At the critical moment of life and death, they all sacrificed their natal magic weapons. All kinds of magic weapons flew out from their eyebrows, including flags, Bagua mirrors, and a piece of cloth. They all emitted colorful lights and were terrifying.

Li Bumian said coldly: "It's actually like this. I will use the martial arts of your male Yang Sect to destroy you."

When Wang Fei used the Broken Flame Fist just now, Li Bumian had already learned it in an instant by merging it with his talent.

Through the fighting methods of these people, Li Bumian has seen that the methods of cultivating immortals in these people all absorb the spiritual power of heaven and earth into themselves through some kind of exercises, and then temper the spiritual power in the body, thus forming true qi that can be used by oneself.

The same principle is the same as Li Bumian’s practice of beating the supreme skills of the heavens, but the supreme skills of the heavens can absorb all things in the world, extract their essence and gather them into "source power" and incorporate them into his body. Li Bumian calls it this way, because this is the power of all sources and the power of the roots, which can evolve everything in this world.

Li Bumian urges the internal source force of his body to catalyze it into true qi, and then gathers in his right hand through the flow of the meridians of the Broken Flame Fist.

boom!

A huge and unparalleled Yangyan fist wrapped around Li Bumian's right hand, and the translucent Yangyan fist had already taken shape. It was no longer a circle of ordinary light, but a roaring tiger's head, with hot flames constantly gushing from the tiger's mouth!

A group of people from Nanyang Sect were stunned and their chins were almost falling to the ground.

"My grass! Isn't this the Flame Fist?"

"Isn't this the martial arts of our Nanyang Sect? Why can he use it too!?"

"And it has transformed into a tiger's head. This... It is rumored that only the chosen one can transform into a tiger's head and lead the Nanyang Sect to the peak of the Ten Thousand Sects!"

"How is this possible!?"

A group of people from Nanyang Sect have lost their spirits. This blood-torming Pavilion Master has too many mystery!

Seeing this scene, Feng Zhiyuan's mind suddenly appeared, and a terrifying reasoning took shape in his mind, "Are you!?"

Before Feng Zhiyuan could finish his words, Li Bumian noticed Feng Zhiyuan's expression flashing with inspiration, and his anger came to his heart.

Li Bumian shouted coldly: "What are you? Kill you, Sherlock Holmes first!"

Bang!

Li Bumian was extremely fast and had broken the sound barrier. A sound explosion cloud appeared behind him, and a broken flame fist hit Feng Zhiyuan's chest!

boom!

Feng Zhiyuan was burned to ashes in an instant, and was destroyed in the world with his reasoning.

Looking at Feng Zhiyuan who had turned into ashes, even if the people of Nanyang Sect were united, they were a little scared at this time.

"I have a thrilling idea! The disciples of Nanyang Sect obey orders! Escape from here quickly!" A man with the strongest strength besides Feng Zhiyuan shouted immediately. The sudden burst out of the blood-torming Pavilion Master was too terrifying. Feng Zhiyuan, who was about to be promoted to elder, could not resist the attack. If he did not escape, everyone would probably be buried here!

"I want to escape! A fantasy!"

Li Bumian's body movement was extremely fast, and he appeared directly in front of the man who initiated the escape in a flash.

The man saw Li Bumian's handsome and bright face as if he had seen the King of Hell, and his eyes were filled with despair.

Puff!

Li Bumian raised his sword and fell, and the man immediately lay on his body.

"Stay the green mountains without fear of burning fire!" One of the many disciples of Nanyang Sect shouted violently.

All the disciples of Nanyang Sect seemed to be enlightened and thought it made sense. They did not consider avenging the three people who died under Li Bumian. They all activated their true energy to gather on their feet and fled here as if they were flying.

"joke!"

Li Bumian stretched out his right hand, and the source power activated formed an invisible transparent vortex in the palm of his palm, bursting out a terrifying suction force like a giant abyss hole.

The wind was surging, and all the home decorations in the Zuixian Tower were torn apart by this suction force. Before the disciples of the Nanyang Sect had escaped from the Zuixian Tower, they were all sucked back by Li Bumian, and more than a dozen people gathered in front of Li Bumian.

"I will definitely die if I offend our Nanyang Sect!"

"Our Nanyang Sect will not let you go!"

A group of disciples of Nanyang Sect shouted, "I still want to show my backbone before I die."

Li Bumian didn't care about these words. He put away the vortex, gathered a stream of power and pushed it into his palm, and then blew it out into the void in an understatement.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Bang bang bang bang!

More than a dozen people burst into blood mist in an instant, floating all over the sky.

He Caiyun and the other two were hiding far away and watched the scene in front of them, and were already stunned.

"Is this the power of a monk? It's true that it's not something that a martial artist like me who is a tiny martial artist can reach." Qin Feng's eyes lit up and his expression was excited, but there was a sense of frustration in his words. He was old, and he was afraid he would not have the chance to pursue the path of immortality for the rest of his life.

"Young Master Li is too strong..." Su Qianqian's eyes were filled with little stars, and she had been completely caught by Li Bumian.

Among all the disciples of Nanyang Sect, only one sweet-looking female disciple was left with weak legs and looked at Li Bumian blankly, not understanding what Li Bumian had intent to leave him alone and not kill him.

Li Bumian smiled like a spring breeze and said to the female disciple: "Girl, go quickly, it's not advisable to stay here for a long time."

This female disciple was the woman who praised Li Bumian for being handsome at the beginning, saying that Lingyun Sect is not as handsome as Li Bumian.

When the female disciple saw Li Bumian, he was as if he had seen a god of killing. More than a dozen people were instantly beaten into a blood mist. This terrifying scene had become the psychological shadow of the female disciple.

The female disciple did not hesitate at all and did not ask why Li Bumian didn't kill her. She forced all the true energy in her body and escaped from the Zuixian Tower as quickly as possible. She would never have thought of it in her life, because of a word she said accidentally.

Li Bumian looked at the female disciple of Nanyang Sect who had left and felt a little sad. This battle was the first battle he had traveled to another world. Li Bumian felt that the battle was very failed because he did not show off much. The value of this pussy was too low and could not reflect his personal style at all.

Forget it, forgot it, Li Bumian brushed his sleeves. This was a tentative battle. There were too few audiences and not enough preparation, so naturally he was not pretending to be good enough. Forget it, there were still plenty of opportunities to show off in the future.

I wondered if the name of the Blood Forge Pavilion had been spread, Li Bumian thought to himself that he must call out the name of the Blood Forge Pavilion. In this way, he will have more highlights when he pretends to behave in the future.

Li Bumian glanced around the Zuixian Tower.

Li Bumian: "..."

After this battle, the Zuixian Tower was destroyed. The originally magnificent Zuixian Tower is now dilapidated. The sparks splashed from the broken flame fist burned out countless cokes. The decorations and embellishments in the building were all pulled to pieces by Li Bumian's last suction force. The entire Zuixian Tower was already shaking, and it would be a blessing that it would not collapse.

Li Bumian remembered He Caiyun's malicious speculation about him just now, and felt relieved in his heart, and thought it was He Caiyun's apology to him. If Li Bumian hadn't had a little affection for Su Qianqian, He Caiyun's head had already landed on the ground the first moment when He Caiyun suspected Li Bumian.

At this moment, He Caiyun turned out from somewhere, leaned down deeply at Li Bumian, saluted, and said respectfully: "Young Master Li..."

He Caiyun suddenly stopped talking. He realized that this title could not reflect Li Bumian's identity, so she immediately changed her words: "People Master Li, thank you for helping me to escape the disaster."
To be continued...