Chapter 1670

Over the ten thousand dragon abyss, the two masters of the holy sword palace came quickly, one before and one after the other.

They don't know Yang Feng, so they want to kill him. This belongs to their holy sword palace, and no one can touch it.

"Boy, die."

The roaring voices of the three masters came, and their voices were very loud, like rolling thunder.

Although the leader of the holy sword palace died, their elder is still there, so they still have a backer.

"Die!"

Yang Feng roared. His powerful Qi was like a lion roaring. With a direct sound, he shocked the two people to death.

Pooh!

In the void, they vomited blood, and then fell into the abyss below like a broken kite.

"It's just two mole ants. They're trying to kill me." After a shock killed them, Yang Feng's cold voice came.

He didn't like the people in the holy sword Palace at all, so he directly killed them. At the beginning, Jian Chutian wanted to fight with him for his interests on the whirling mountain.

Later, if it had not been for the appearance of the God of water and the powerful attack thousands of miles away, they would have fought with the holy sword palace.

"Yang Feng, listen to what they said. There should be countless experts from Shengjian palace and more than a dozen Rangers in China in the abyss, so we have to be careful." Saint Laurent said seriously.

LAN Xuelong also said, "yes, we should be careful. We should be careful to sail for thousands of years."

"I don't have so much time to spend with them."

Boom!

With a roar, Yang Feng's loud voice came and said, "Yang Feng, the leader of Pudu gate, personally visited the ten thousand dragon abyss and looked for the candle nine Yin mausoleum. Who dares to stop the leader of our gate and die."

Whoosh!

With words, Yang Feng spread his wings like a roc, galloped down from the high air and flew directly into the Wanlong abyss below.

Looking at Yang Feng's meteor like figure, Saint Laurent and LAN Xuelong shook their heads reluctantly. They originally thought that Yang Feng would keep a low profile and pay attention to safety, but they didn't expect that Yang Feng was so grumpy. Before entering the abyss, they even gave a roar and informed the people in the abyss in advance that he was coming.

However, the reason why Yang Feng is so confident comes from his strength, because he is strong now, so he doesn't need to be timid.

……

Ten thousand dragon abyss!

The abyss is like a huge sinkhole. It is bottomless. In the abyss, the sky is gray, there is no sun, and the light is very poor.

However, Yang Feng and the three are all experts, so the gray sky does not affect their sight.

It is said that hundreds of thousands of years ago, there were countless dragons living in the abyss of ten thousand dragons, but they were all ordinary dragons, but even if they were just ordinary dragons, their strength was also very strong.

However, later in the yecha clan, two great wilderness ten God level masters appeared. Because the dragons in the abyss often hurt the people, the two great wilderness ten God level masters killed all the dragons in the abyss one by one.

From then on, there were no dragons in the abyss.

In this gray sky, Yang Feng flew in front, and LAN Xuelong and Saint Laurent flew behind him.

On both sides of the abyss, on the rock wall 100000 meters away, Yang Feng felt a strong breath.

There is an ambush here. It should be the people of Shengjian palace and some Ranger experts in China.

"Where are the three guys who are not afraid of death? Leave quickly and get out of here. The ten thousand dragon abyss is ours."

In the distance of the gray abyss, there came a ethereal voice, which floated like a ghost in the wind.

"Which clown jumped out of the building and showed his skills of transmitting sound. Get out of here." Yang Fengbing's voice sounded.

"Ha ha ha!"

In the gray abyss, the gloomy voice continued to laugh and say, "boy, I don't think you really know the greatness of heaven and earth and the power of my five scattered people."

Five scattered people!

Yang Feng has never heard of this name, but mainland China is large, with four worlds and some small underground space worlds. Therefore, it is normal for Yang Feng not to have heard of these scattered people.

"Boy, I advise you to get out of here immediately and get out of here obediently. Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude?"

In the gray abyss, the gloomy voice of the five scattered people came again.

"Get out and die."

Boom!

Yang Feng roared and a powerful sound wave directly penetrated the abyss and roared out.

Pooh!

The five scattered people in the void vomited blood, fell to the bottom and hit the ground heavily.

Yang Feng takes a look at each other. Zijian is a guy with dishevelled hair, wearing coarse linen clothes.

It turned out that it was such a thing like a man and a dog. He dared to call himself a scattered man. It was like smearing gold on his face.

After falling to the ground, the five scattered people struggled to look up, looked at Yang Feng and said, "I didn't expect that you could break my voice."

Pooh!

After that, the five scattered people spit out a mouthful of blood again and die.

"It's just a small skill. I dare to teach others in front of me."

Yang Feng looked at the stone walls in the distance. There were still strong smells hidden in the cliff walls. If he guessed right, these smells should be the experts of Shengjian palace.

"A mob, all die."

Roar!

Yang Feng's powerful sound waves surged away like sea waves, and the wind waves like thunder directly shocked everyone in the stone wall.

"I can't see these mobs. They are as small as mole ants. They are still hidden, pretending to be mysterious." After a sound wave shook all these people to death, Yang Feng's voice was cold.

Somehow, Saint Laurent suddenly felt that Yang Feng had changed a lot, more domineering and decisive than before.

Perhaps after becoming a saint, Yang Feng's character has changed, or maybe because the death of Wutong leaves has a great influence on Yang Feng.

But Saint Laurent thought that the latter possibility is greater. Yang Feng is so, it must be because of the death of Wutong leaves.

LAN Xuelong doesn't care. No matter who Yang Feng kills, he doesn't mind, as long as his nephew is well.

"Go!"

After a sound wave killed these people, Yang Feng continued to fly forward with Saint Laurent and LAN blood dragon.

Saint Laurent smiled bitterly. Yang Feng wanted to kill all sides and sweep away thousands of troops all the way.

.......

And now!

In the ten thousand dragon abyss, an area emitting sacred light, a group of experts either stand or sit, standing on the rocks and sitting under the trees, but in front of the sacred light, there are more than a dozen experts standing, one of whom is the elder of the holy sword palace, Jianxiong.

The other man was barefoot with long hair and looked like a scattered man, but his bare feet were very big and thick, just like a pair of iron feet.

"Barefoot immortal, as long as we break this sacred light, we can enter the tomb of candle nine Yin. As for the outer space, there is no oil and water. After all, I don't know how many experts have searched the outer space for tens of thousands of times." Sword male voice.

"Yes!"

The barefoot immortal nodded and said, "if you want to get the true legend of candle Jiuyin and treasure, it's better to break the sacred light."

Barefoot immortal is one of the Rangers in mainland China and is very famous. He is called barefoot immortal because he is barefoot all year round.

"Daxian, as long as you and I join hands, it is possible to break this sacred light. Once you enter the candle nine Yin mausoleum and are taught, my holy sword palace will rise again. As long as my holy sword palace rises, I will never treat you badly. I will be grateful to you." Jianxiong continued.

It turned out that at the beginning, Jian Chutian, Xinghun Jiansheng and the 99 disciples of the holy sword palace died behind the whirling mountain. Jianxiong knew that their holy sword palace was over. But he had to close the mountain and close the sect. After that, he took the experts of the sect to the yecha family.

Because as long as you enter the tomb of the candle nine Yin, as long as you get the inheritance of the candle nine Yin, his holy sword palace will rise again. Although those without public morality cannot be promoted to saints, some skills belong to heresy. Once you get the opportunity, you can also the strength of saints.

"Ha ha, brother Jianxiong, you're serious. You and my brothers have been friends for many years. They have long become bosom friends and kindness, so it's right to help each other." The barefoot fairy smiled.

"Good!"

Jianxiong nodded and said, "from now on, the tomb space of candle Jiuyin is the space of you, my brothers and all of you here. Whoever dares to touch him except us will destroy him."

"Ha ha, that's, that's."

The barefoot immortal nodded with satisfaction and said, "as long as we all work together, as long as we work together, whoever dares to touch here, we will destroy it."

The rest of the masters laughed and were full of pride, as if they were peerless masters and top-level strong men, as if the tomb of candle nine Yin was theirs.

"There are strong men like sword hero Zhang and barefoot immortal. Who dares to die and who dares to fight with us?" Those masters said proudly.

"It's natural. In the whole world and all over the world, who doesn't know the reputation of Jianxiong elder and barefoot immortal? Those clowns will be scared to death as long as they hear their names. How dare they come."

Under the praise of everyone, Jianxiong and barefoot immortal nodded with satisfaction, as if they were really big people.

"Yang Feng, the leader of Pudu gate, is here to find the candle nine Yin mausoleum. Those who block me will die!"

Those who stand in my way die!

Just when Jianxiong and the barefoot immortal were proud and excited, a loud voice came from the abyss in the distance.

Boom!

The loud voice was like a tornado blowing, which made the barefoot immortal's hair flutter and the sword hero's clothes inspired. Of course, it also scared those rustling experts pale. They just talked loudly and thought that no one dared to come, but who knows, the master of Pudu gate came.

Yang Feng's reputation is so strong that they have to be afraid.

"Da Da... Da Xian, Yang Feng is here."

A thin expert stuttered with fear.

The barefoot immortal looked majestic and bullied the airway: "what are you flustered about? Isn't there a big immortal here? If there is a big immortal here, why are you afraid of Purdue gate?"