Chapter 1702

When the three masters left, Zhang Wu asked, "boss, how did you kill him?"

"He insulted the eldest brother and the sect. Shouldn't he be killed?" Xiao Hei asked.

Zhang Wu said, "didn't you say you wanted to win over the yin-yang sect, but boss, you killed someone else's son. How can you win over? It's just pulling hatred."

Anyway, Zhang Wu couldn't figure out why boss Yang Feng killed his son since he wanted to win over the door. This is hatred.

"It doesn't matter if you die."

Yang Feng's voice was very calm, and he knew that the death of a mere Ling Yuan had no impact on his plan.

The leader of Yin Yang sect, a great man in this realm, will not easily change his decision because of the death of a son.

Moreover, Yang Feng knows better that if he wants to deter the yin-yang Taoism, he must be tough and overbearing. The more he shows weakness, the more the other party will feel that he has no confidence.

The sword stream outside the gate also looked at Yang Feng in amazement. Is this a dream?

No, it's not a dream. It's true. Yang Feng really killed Ling Yuan.

"Yang Feng, you are brave enough to kill Ling Yuan on the territory of my holy sword palace. Do you want to hate my holy sword palace?" Asked jianliu.

Those masters of the holy sword Palace also looked at Yang Feng angrily.

Looking at these people, Yang Feng said calmly, "sword flow has nothing to do with you. You just need to know that I came to your holy sword Palace this time to repair Xuanyuan sword."

"Ha ha!"

Jianliu smiled with hatred and said, "Yang Feng, you are so whimsical. You killed our leader and our elder. You still have the face to borrow the sword stove. Do you think there is no one in my holy sword palace?"

The rest of the experts were also filled with righteous indignation. They also felt that Yang Feng was too much. He killed the leader and killed the elder, but they dared to borrow the sword stove from their holy sword palace. They had never seen such a brazen person.

"Yang Feng, you leave quickly. You are not welcome in my holy sword palace."

The sword flow is murderous. If it weren't for his limited strength, he would have started with Yang Feng.

"If I give you face, I say borrow it. If I don't give you face, what can I do if I destroy you? The leader of your holy sword palace wanted to fight me on the whirling mountain. As for Jianxiong, he deserved to die. I have given him a chance. He doesn't want to live. "

Yang Feng's voice was not loud, but he seemed very domineering.

Jian was so angry that he trembled all over, because he thought Yang Feng was too bullying and overbearing. He was arrogant and didn't pay attention to his holy sword palace.

"Yang Feng, do you dare to kill me?" Asked jianliu.

"In my eyes, you are just a mole ant. What can you do even if you are destroyed? Divine world, the law of the jungle. If I wasn't strong enough, I might have died in the hands of the people in your holy sword palace. " Yang Feng said calmly.

"Boss, why do you talk so much nonsense with him? Ask him directly whether to borrow it or not. If you don't give it, kill him directly."

Zhang Wu couldn't wait. He wanted to rush over and fight.

Xiao Hei was also impatient and said, "yes, just ask him whether to give it or not. If not, we'll grab it. How crisp and neat it is. Why nonsense."

These two guys, like two bandits, have become so ferocious, unreasonable and domineering.

"Yang Feng, the sword stove belongs to my holy sword palace. I have the right to decide whether to lend it to you. Even if I don't want to borrow it, what can you do? If you really kill me, the world will have its own opinion. "

Jianliu wanted to use a big hat to suppress Yang Feng and save his life.

"Hum!"

Yang fengleng snorted and said, "I still destroy those who are higher in status and stronger in strength than you. Who dares to gossip behind your back, Wu Zha Tian, Si Zhongheng, Liu Tianhe and Lei Zu? Which of these people is not higher in status than you, but they still die in my hands."

In fact, jianliu was a little guilty, but for the sake of face, he couldn't give in.

There is deep hatred and blood feud. If he gives in and bows to Yang Feng, what will those sects and other sects think of his holy sword palace.

"Boss, don't talk nonsense. Let me do what you can't do. If you can't even do a mere sword flow, how can I explain it to the brothers of the sect and how will people all over the world treat me?"

Zhang Wu actually regarded himself as the sect leader and thought he was the boss.

"All the members of the holy sword palace listen to the order."

The sword roared, looked at all the men around him and ordered: "we will swear to death, I don't believe it. Yang Feng really dared to bully and destroy us."

"Yes, elder."

Many experts in the holy sword palace nodded. They want to defend their dignity and the reputation of the sect, so they will never bow to Yang Feng.

"For the sake of the leader and the dead elder, we can't bow to Yang Feng."

Boom!

The sword roared, and the Qi soared. The mighty and domineering look was as powerful as the God of war.

In fact, he did not dare to do it, and he could not take revenge, but he must maintain his dignity.

"Die!"

Yang Feng shouted, "star sword!"

Whoosh!

A blue sword Qi burst out from his hands. The rolling sword Qi swept the power of the emperor and swept the mountains and the sea.

Click!

Click!

This void, under his powerful sword Qi, was broken one after another, and a huge black crack appeared quickly.

Silk!

The space cracked and the terrible sword Qi directly rolled several masters of the holy sword palace into it. With a scream, those masters died miserably under Yang Feng's Xingchen sword.

Jianliu was greatly shocked and said, "Yang Feng, you dare to attack us. You killed our leader and the elder of my holy sword palace, but today you want to rob the sword furnace of my holy sword palace."

"Die!"

Boom!

Yang Feng's powerful star sword continued to roll away and bombard out. It was a mere sword flow. The little Yuanshen strong man dared to be an enemy with him.

Seeing Yang Feng's sword Qi galloping, in a hurry, the white light of the sword burst out like a sword dragon. Two powerful sword Qi collided with each other in the void. However, compared with Yang Feng's star sword, his sword Qi is like a spirit snake and a dragon.

"Ah!"

In the cold wind, the sword stream made a painful cry, and his body was penetrated by Yang Feng's sword Qi.

Pooh!

The sword spat blood and fell beside the stone lion at the gate.

"Elder!"

"Elder!"

Those men ran over one after another, looked anxiously at the sword flow and said, "elder, you can't die."

Lying on the cold ground, hearing the call of these men, jianliu laboriously opened his eyes, looked at these subordinates and said, "I, I regret it. Until this moment, I understand that the law of the jungle. We can't be Yang Feng's opponents. Don't make unnecessary sacrifices. Since Yang Feng wants the sword stove, lend it to him, and the future of the holy sword palace will fall on your shoulders."

Poop!

After saying that, jianliu spit out blood again, and then died.

"Elder!"

"Elder!"

These masters of the holy sword palace continued to call, anxiously calling.

"Cut!"

Seeing the pain of those masters, Zhang Wu despised them and said, "it's too much to dare to fight with my boss. If you figure it out earlier, it wouldn't be so. Why wait until you're dying, but it's too late."

Those masters got up slowly and looked at Yang Feng in fear, but they didn't dare to do it, because the only highly respected person in the holy sword palace has fallen now, so they have no head, there is no need to continue fighting, and even if they do it, they will die and can't defeat Yang Feng.

"Lord Yang, we are willing to lend you the sword stove." These experts said.

"It's late!"

Yang Feng faintly spit out these two words and said, "from now on, the holy sword palace will no longer exist. I now announce that the sword furnace is the object of our Pudu gate. In addition, everything in the holy sword palace, including Tianmen, is also the object of our Pudu gate."

"Yang Feng, you deceive people too much. I work hard with you."

Roar!

A hot tempered expert, after a roar, he rushed to kill angrily and wanted to work hard.

Pop!

Yang Feng waved his hand and slapped him with his backhand.

"Ah!"

Boom!

The master screamed. Then he was knocked out for ten meters and hit the column heavily. He fainted. The rest of the strong men held their long swords tightly, but no one dared to rush up, because even if they all went up together, they were not opponents.

"Boss, kill all these people and kill none of them. Otherwise, when I go back, how can I explain to the brothers of the sect and the people all over the world?"

Zhang Wu shouted and then rushed over.

Boom!

ah

Yang Feng kicked Zhang Wu out like a ball.

"Boss, why did you kick me?" Zhang Wu asked dejectedly.

Yang Feng looked at the masters of the holy sword palace and said, "I won't embarrass you. Give me bastards. From now on, this will become the territory of my Purdue gate. If you refuse or want revenge, you can come to me at any time. Of course, the premise is that you are strong."

Those masters hesitated and left one after another.

In less than a few minutes, all the remaining strong men of the holy sword palace walked cleanly, leaving none. Looking at the empty palace, the sect door, Yang Feng sighed and said, "it's sad that the sect door of ten thousand years was destroyed today, even destroyed today."

Any door will be destroyed.

If there is rise, there will be decline, if there is life, there will be death. This is the fixed number. No dynasty or sect can escape this fixed number.

Perhaps thousands of years later, and tens of thousands of years later, the Purdue gate he worked hard to establish will also be destroyed.

Step!

After a sigh, Yang Feng strides into the holy sword palace. He wants to repair Xuanyuan sword, and then fight with Chinese sage Murong Tian.

The gate of life and death, the battle of jiuchongtian, is the most important battle of Pudu gate.

In tomorrow's World War I, Purdue gate cannot lose or afford to lose. Yang Feng knows very well that once the war is defeated, all their previous efforts and all their efforts will be wasted. If they are defeated, they will have nothing, become king and defeat enemy. Neither he nor the sect can afford to fail again.

The palace of the holy sword palace is very large. Yang Feng doesn't have time to look for the sword furnace slowly, so he directly exerts the creation and chemistry skill. Once this magic power is exercised, the powerful energy fluctuation can sense the existence of the sword furnace.

Because sword furnace, an artifact, contains strong energy and can resonate with the energy of creation work.