Golden runes, like a violent tornado, roll out of the crowd. Everywhere they pass, everyone is dead and injured, regardless of the enemy or ourselves.
The strong people who had helped the ancient curse King fled in panic. They were all desperate. They not only failed to curry favor with the ancient curse king, but also caused death. In fact, they could not think that they were just a group of mole ants in the eyes of the ancient curse king.
Mole ants, who are qualified to help the king above.
Whew, whew, whew!
In the pudumen camp, nine powerful swords of jianshaofeng spread out with the potential of the nine swords array in an attempt to block the golden runes of the ancient mantra king.
Kaka, Kaka!
Under the golden rune, the nine swords were annihilated in an instant.
Boom!
Du Qinglong bombarded out with a fist, and his powerful fist force hit him like a Mount Tai.
Click!
The fist strength like Mount Tai was broken in a moment under the powerful golden rune.
Boom!
Boom!
All the experts of Pudu gate shot at the same time. The bright light and colorful Qi went hand in hand and came crashing down. However, regardless of their magic power and strength, under the golden Rune of the ancient mantra king, everything seemed futile and vulnerable.
Ah!
Ah!
The screams came, and Jian Shaofeng and Du Qinglong were seen, their skin rotting rapidly and festering at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Sword Shaofeng."
"Du Qinglong."
Liu Ji was shocked and held out to catch the two people respectively.
"Ah ah!"
The next moment, Liu Ji also screamed. When his hand came into contact with the two people's festering skin, he was also affected, and his skin decayed rapidly.
"Liu Ji."
Shao Qing shouted and wanted to reach for it.
"Don't touch them. It's a spell. You can't touch them." The elder sister-in-law said loudly.
Shao Qing hurriedly withdrew her hand. Liu Ji and others gradually died and disappeared in the fester. She was really unwilling and heartache.
Sister-in-law Baiyue is also very uncomfortable and painful, but she always firmly believes that Yang Feng will appear.
"You and other mole ants are as small as dust. They have just established a sect and falsely call it Purdue gate." In the void, the cold voice of the ancient curse king came.
The golden spell pattern continued to roll down.
However, with the respect of the ancient curse king, his strength and conceit, he didn't want to kidnap sister-in-law Baiyue and others, because he didn't need to kidnap anyone against Yang Feng. He just wanted to kill the members of Purdue gate.
Boom!
WOW!
The golden spell pattern, like a spirit snake, rolled down the mat.
Under the golden spell pattern, sister-in-law Baiyue's beautiful face seemed to be plated with gold. Even if she felt the breath of death, she still stood quietly in place without any fear.
"Military division."
"Military division."
Seeing that sister-in-law Baiyue under the golden spell was in danger, people shouted one after another. In their consciousness, they seemed to see the end of sister-in-law Baiyue's death.
The military division has a high status in their hearts. Since the establishment of the sect, sister-in-law Baiyian has led everyone to struggle step by step, and the sect has today's development.
"Military division."
Many people close their eyes because they really don't want to see the end of sister-in-law Baiyue's body rotting because she was killed by the golden spell pattern.
The military division is tall and perfect in their hearts. I can do everything, so they don't want to see the end of sister-in-law's corruption.
Whew!
Just when the people thought that the martial sister-in-law Bai Yue was bound to die, a sword came out not far away, and the powerful sword retreated the golden spell pattern with a sword.
WOW!
After the golden spell pattern disappeared, it retreated like a tide.
When they looked, they saw a powerful young man standing in the void not far away. No, there were two. One of them was Yang Feng, their sect leader and their spiritual pillar. The other was Zhang Wu, the little gangster of the sect.
In the void, Yang Feng's sleeves rolled, and his whole body was full of mysterious breath. He was like a fairy and didn't eat fireworks.
"Ancient curse king, your opponent is me."
Yang Feng holds Xuanyuan sword, just like the ancient emperor. His powerful and sacred breath makes people dare not look directly at him.
"Xuanyuan sword!"
"Xuanyuan sword, my God, this sword finally fell into Yang Feng's hand."
Countless experts exclaimed that such a powerful artifact finally fell into Yang Feng's hand, and the Shennong Ding disappeared, but everyone knew that it must have been put away by Yang Feng.
"I bah!"
An expert said discontentedly, "what is Yang Feng? The ancient curse king is here. Even if he gets Xuanyuan sword, he will die in the hands of the ancient curse king after all."
"Yes, no matter how powerful the artifact is, if it can't be controlled, what's the use? Even if Yang Feng gets Xuanyuan sword, he is still not the opponent of the ancient curse king."
A group of people talked. They didn't believe that Yang Feng could defeat the ancient curse king.
Because in the third world, the ancient curse king is invincible. In the third world, the ancient curse king is the real master.
In the void!
The ancient mantra king in a white robe still calmly looked at Yang Feng and stared at the Xuanyuan sword in his hand. Even if Yang Feng got the Xuanyuan sword and Shennong Ding, he was still not afraid.
"Door master!"
"Door master!"
The experts of Purdue gate shouted.
"Yang Feng."
With a smile, sister-in-law knew that Yang Feng would appear.
"Boss, who is the man in white? Look at him. I won't accept you if he doesn't pay attention to you." Zhang Wu's familiar voice came.
"He is a peerless master." Yang Feng said calmly.
"I'm Cao!"
Zhang Wu scolded and said discontentedly, "what kind of bullshit master, boss, I like hanging and beating masters. I'm not an expert. I don't want to do it yet. Boss, take a break for a while. I don't think that man is pleasing to the eye and drags twenty-five or eighty thousand. I want to clean him up."
"He is the ancient curse king."
"What?!"
After hearing Yang Feng's words, Zhang Wu was startled. His body shook and almost fell from the void.
"Aha!"
With an awkward smile, Zhang Wu suddenly lost his confidence and said, "boss, you know, I've just recovered. I'm not afraid of life and death. Not to mention this kind of big scene cooperation, although you do it yourself, you can show your unique style."
Yang Feng didn't want to ignore Zhang Wu. He stepped on the void and walked towards the pudumen camp step by step.
"Ah ah!"
On the ground, Jian Shaofeng, Du Qinglong and Liu Ji are still roaring. Their flesh and blood are decaying rapidly. They will become white bones in a few minutes. However, when Yang Feng appears, the three seem to see hope.
Dong Dong!
In the void, Yang Feng walked step by step.
Every step he takes, he leaves a lotus like footprint behind him.
a step!
Two steps!
Three steps!
In the eyes of countless experts, Yang Feng took nine steps in one breath and came to the air of Liu Ji. In the void, Yang Feng slowly stretched out his hand. His white jade like hand radiated a cyan light.
WOW!
The light of Shenghua skill wrapped Liu Ji and his three people in it.
Under the blue light, the rotten wounds of the three people are recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye. At present, this scene is like the reincarnation of time and space and the reversal of space. The three people who were originally beyond recognition are recovering quickly at the moment.
"This!"
Countless strong people rubbed their eyes and looked at Yang Feng in the void in surprise.
What a powerful means!
What a mysterious magic power!
The blue light can restore the rotten bodies of the three people.
Yang Feng's great body, like the God of war, is extremely high in the eyes of everyone, majestic as a mountain, tall and blue sky.
Not far away, the ancient curse king still stood quietly in the void. He didn't stop it, because in his eyes, Liu Ji and Yang Feng were just mole ants. Mole ants saved mole ants without stopping. They had to die anyway.
The breath of life continues to bless the three people.
Like the reversal of time and space, scenes appear in front of everyone again and again.
About a few minutes later, Liu Ji and the three finally recovered and recovered as before.
"Thank you, sect leader." Liu Ji hugged his fist with both hands and thanked him.
"Thank you, sect leader."
Jian Shaofeng and Du Qinglong also hold fists one after another. Although they are the heads of Jiujian gate and Baji gate respectively, they have forgotten their identity as the head of the gate. It's good to enjoy the cool at the foot of the big tree. They think they might as well follow Yang Feng instead of being a small head.
"Yes!"
Yang Feng nodded at will and said, "step back."
"Yes."
The three nodded respectfully, then turned and stepped back, because the next battle could only be fought by the sect leader Yang Feng. The ancient curse king was too strong, and there was nothing they could do.
Yang Feng turned around and looked at the sister-in-law reading below.
They looked at each other and smiled.
"Are you okay?" Yang Feng asked.
"Nothing." With a faint smile, sister-in-law said.
"It's all right."
Su Zhenzhen and Feng Dong flew here and continued to stand beside her.
Pharaoh Wushang and Feng manlou didn't start at the moment, because Yang Feng's sword was very strong. Under the sword, the golden runes of the ancient curse King were broken.
The Lord Taiyin looked uncertain. Looking at the Xuanyuan sword in Yang Feng's hand, she was gnashing her teeth. If the sword was obtained by her sect, the strength of the sect of yin and Yang would be raised to a higher level again.
Xuanyuan sword is a powerful artifact in ancient times, second only to the judge pen and reincarnation disc of the emperor of heaven.
Hoo Hoo!
The strong wind rolled the mat. In the void, they were opposite the eyes of the ancient curse king. No one spoke and no one was the first opponent.
Step, step!
Many experts below hurriedly retreated. They were worried that if they were too close, they would be affected by the battle between them.
For a long time, the ancient mantra king in a white robe finally made a sound. His cold eyes looked at Yang Feng and said, "you are just mole ants. How can mole ants have artifact? Yang Feng, hand over Xuanyuan sword and Shennong Ding, and I can let you live, or die."
Die!
When the word death was spoken, the surrounding space seemed to be affected, and countless ripples were surging and spreading away rapidly.
Yang Feng also felt a terrible mysterious spell printing. The strength of the ancient curse king was many times stronger than the witch war Pharaoh.
The sorcerer Pharaoh, this kind of rubbish, can't be compared with the ancient curse king.
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