Chapter 1641

Kunlun Holy Land!

In the void, the little Saint walked step by step in the air. He was dressed in a golden robe, like a golden warrior, rolling with authority and flowing light.

"Yang Feng, in the original battle of Kunlun, Wu Zhetian was defeated by you. Later, you chased him to Zhonghai city and finally died. Today, I will destroy you here."

As the dignified voice of the little Saint came, there was a terrible smell in the surrounding space, which was the power of the saint.

Saints are ants!

"Saint!"

"Saint!"

On the Kunlun Mountain, countless experts shouted one after another. They expressed their respect for Si Zhongheng with the most passionate cry.

The strong men of the gate of life and death followed the little saint with cold and gloomy faces.

"Yang Feng, your Purdue gate rose today and will fall today. It's a pity."

The little sage seemed to be regretting. In his opinion, Purdue gate is a short-lived sect gate. As soon as he was promoted to the sect gate, he would collapse here. In fact, those strong people also have the same idea at the moment. Purdue gate is indeed short-lived, just like a flash in the pan. It withered when it was in full bloom.

Throughout the ages, the Purdue gate should be the shortest religious gate on the mainland of China.

"Master, fight with them."

Feng Dong roared and his Qi soared. He was going to lead the people away, but the little Saint appeared.

"War!"

"War!"

"Fight to the death!"

On the mountain, many experts of Pudu gate shouted one after another. They are not afraid of death or life and death. Even if the little sage comes, they dare to decide life and death.

For everyone's anger and roar, Si Zhongheng despised it, continued to look at Yang Feng and said, "boy, although you are promoted to quasi saint, you are not a saint after all. You are still not my opponent with this strength. Say, what will you say before you die?"

Hoo Hoo!

The strong wind blew and white clouds surged.

In the sea of clouds, the little sage with a group of strong men of the gate of life and death looked down at Yang Feng. They were all murderous and powerful like gods. Once, their gate of life and death failed in the battle of Kunlun, but today, they found their confidence again.

"Ha ha!"

Under the flowing clouds, on the top of the mountain, Yang Feng carried his hands and laughed loudly. The wind blew and his hair was flowing in the wind.

The crowd looked at Yang Feng and didn't know why he laughed. Was it a sad laugh? Did Yang Feng think of the end of the sect, so he couldn't help laughing.

After laughing a few times, Yang Feng looked at Si Zhongheng and said, "even if you are a saint, what can you do? I've just been promoted to zongmen, and I've just been promoted to quasi saint. Anyway, since you don't know life or death and don't fear anger, I Yang Feng will use your blood to stand for me today."

Si Zhongheng in the void smiled coldly. In his opinion, Yang Feng was a fool and wanted to fight him.

Whoosh!

The figure of Saint Laurent turned into a streamer and sped away towards the empty air.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

Feng Dong, Xia Mengzhu, Luo Jin and others also galloped away quickly to besiege the little saint.

"Step back!"

Yang Feng shouted loudly. The sound wave shattered the white clouds in the void. He said majestically, "let me kill him. You quickly rush out of the siege and escape from the holy land of Kunlun."

"Lord, we're not going."

"We're not going."

Feng Dong, Zhang Wu and others said they were unwilling to leave. They wanted to deal with the little Saint together with Yang Feng.

"Don't talk nonsense. Let's go." Yang Feng said loudly.

Madder!

Zhang Wu roared and said, "I'm just a little gangster. I'm just following the boss, so now I've mixed up a personal model dog. Brothers, it's men. Go with me and go with me without fear of death."

Whoosh!

After finishing his words, Zhang Wu quickly rushed to the gate of life and death, a strong man.

"Kill."

Feng Dong also punched out, smashed an expert of the life and Death Gate, and then took the people to fight together. They won't go or can't go, because they know that once they rush out of the encirclement, the strong men of the life and Death Gate will join hands with the little sage to deal with the sect leader Yang Feng.

On the Kunlun Mountains, the experts of Purdue gate immediately scuffled with the strong men of life and death gate.

For a time, the sound of killing shook the earth and the mountains.

The second battle of Kunlun was officially kicked off. There were two battles on the ancient mountain, Pudu gate and life and death gate. Countless people were killed and injured each time. Today, the two forces have fought a vigorous war on Kunlun again.

This battle is not enough to decide the world!

Although this war is not enough to determine the world, it is related to life and death.

"The battle began. The Purdue gate and the life and Death Gate fought again on the Kunlun mountain."

Countless experts fled from below and tried to stay away from the area where the two sides fought. Because they were afraid of being affected and there was no place to die, they all hid far away.

In the wind!

Lei Zu, with his hands on his back, stood on a rock and looked at the experts fighting between the two sides. His eyes twinkled with a trace of essence.

"Leizu, don't you do it?" Elder Lei Yun asked.

"No need." Lei Zu shook his head and said.

Elder Lei Yun said, "Lei Zu, you didn't want to fight the Kunlun battle between Wu Zhetian and Yang Feng because Wu Zhetian is not very strong, so you want to sit and watch the fight between Purdue gate and life and Death Gate, but now it's different. The little sage will fight in person. Purdue gate will be defeated. We can't sit on the mountain and watch the tiger fight."

"Now is not the time to make a move. Although the little saint is very strong, he is a step late. Yang Feng has been promoted to quasi saint." Leizu said seriously.

"Lei Zu, you mean..."

"Well, there's no need to say more. Let's have a good play at ease." Leizu said impatiently.

......

The little saint in the void, with his hands on his back, looked at Yang Feng and said coldly, "boy, today is your time of death. I want you to know how powerful the power of the saint is. Even if you are promoted to quasi saint, you are still vulnerable in front of me."

On the Kunlun Mountains, the masters in the distance looked at Yang Feng and the little sage.

They only care about the fighting between the two. As for the battles of the experts of Purdue gate and life and Death Gate, no one pays attention. After all, the battle of saints is rare in a hundred years, no, it is rare in a thousand years. Therefore, people don't want to watch the battles of the strong in the realm of Yuanshen.

Whew!

In the strong wind, Yang Feng, holding Xuanyuan sword, stepped forward step by step and said, "Si Zhongheng, even if you are a saint, I am not afraid. You see me as a mole ant, but I also see you as a mole ant."

"Ha ha, arrogance, you will pay the price."

Dong Dong!

When Si Zhongheng walked in the air, waves appeared under his feet, which were like strange flowers.

"Sage, the light of sage, shines on Kyushu."

"The sage, the sage's light, the sun and moon are bright."

......

Many masters in the distance knelt down on the earth and issued the most sincere cry. In front of the sage, they felt extremely small, like fireflies, and could only issue the most sincere cry, so as to express their respect for the little sage.

Many experts kneel at the top of a mountain, on a rock, or under a big tree.

"You bastard, don't kneel down to the great saint with your humble knees. Otherwise, when the saint destroys Yang Feng, he will destroy not only you, but also our sect."

A leader slapped a disciple and roared loudly. His disciple is so stupid that he doesn't know how to kneel down on his humble knees. Isn't this trying to die.

"Come on, everyone kneel down quickly to show respect for the sage and apologize. We shouldn't come to the Purdue gate conference."

The little sage in the void came step by step.

WOW!

His sacred breath and halo, like a tidal roll around the mat, filled every strong man. The little Saint turned a blind eye to those who trembled and knelt down sincerely, because in his eyes, these people were just mole ants.

Looking down at Yang Feng with cold eyes, Si Zhongheng said coldly, "boy, this saint, I only need three moves today to kill you."

"Si Zhongheng, let's fight. Let's decide the outcome and decide life and death."

Yang Feng drank violently, and then galloped out like a meteor. He also wanted to make a quick decision. He didn't want to delay time. Once Heifeng came, even if everyone at Purdue gate shot together, he was also the opponent of the water god.

Die! "

Boom!

With a wave of his hand, Si Zhongheng, a big golden hand, galloped down like Mount Tai.

Click!

Click!

The surrounding void is broken, and the space is broken layer by layer. In the broken void, the golden big hand rolls the force of mountains and seas, and quickly suppresses the Yang wind below.

"The sword of the king!"

Whew!

Yang Feng drank violently. In the Xuanyuan sword, a hundred feet long golden sword galloped out, just like the flood water suppressed under the Jiuyou, the seal was removed, and then the mighty flood surged out.

Wang Jian out, ten thousand ways back!

The golden sword with a length of 100 feet crashed into Si Zhongheng's golden hand.

WOW!

On the golden hand, layers of runes quickly swam away. Each Rune was like every rule. Many rules were blessed in the golden hand, which directly smashed Yang Feng's king sword, and then suppressed him from the void like wind and thunder.

In mid air, Yang Feng's lonely figure, like a falling meteor, fell down quickly.

"Ha ha, Yang Feng was defeated."

"Yang Feng is invincible to the little sage."

On the mountain, many experts saw Yang Feng fall from the void, so they laughed excitedly. In fact, they laughed because of their guilty conscience. They were worried that Xiaosheng would destroy them. In order to hide their guilty conscience, these experts smiled.

"You guys, I've known for a long time that Yang Feng is a saint's opponent. Sure enough, he really lost."

"The power of saints and the aura of saints can't be countered by mole ants."