Chapter 1703

Holy sword palace!

In the wide square, Yang Feng showed his natural and chemical skills, and a blue air flow revolved around his body.

Under the induction of air flow, he found that there was an energy induction ten thousand meters ahead. Two different energies resonated ten thousand miles apart.

That must be a sword stove!

Following this energy, Yang Feng flew away and came to an ancient palace.

so hot!

The dark ancient palace exudes a hot smell. The heat wave is rolling and the high temperature is pressing. Even if it is 100 meters away, the hot air flow is still uncomfortable, like being in a stove.

The dark palace, within a kilometer radius, has no grass, no trees, and the violent heat flow in the air is enough to kill ordinary people.

It seems that the sword furnace is inside, and the dark palace must have special materials.

"Boss, it's so hot here." Zhang Wu wiped his sweat and said.

"Yes, it's really hot here. The sword stove must be in the hall, and the hall is not simple."

Yang Feng carried his hands and looked at the dark palace ahead.

"This place is so hot that I have to stay away from you, or my skin will be dark and ugly."

Zhang Wu is actually like a woman and pays attention to good skin.

"Wow!"

Xiao Hei opened his mouth and said he wanted to vomit.

"Zhang Wu, don't be so evil. You look like a dog. You have sharp lips and monkey cheeks. What skin do you talk about?" Little black hit.

"Xiao Hei, your words are very hurtful. I'm so handsome and handsome. You say I look like a dog and have a sharp mouth."

Zhang Wu got a hairstyle and a handsome expression.

"What's the matter? Are you unconvinced? Do you want a fight? This time I still give you one hand. Even if I only use one hand, I can press you on the ground and step on it. "

Xiao Hei is like a little fart child. One hand is behind and the other hand is out. He wants to fight alone with Zhang Wu.

Zhang Wu's face changed. Although he was very upset, he didn't dare to say anything, because he knew that once he started, he would only be beaten by Xiaohei.

"Brother, you will be the referee. I promise to beat Zhang Wu on the ground within a few moves. I have great strength and strong strength." Little black showed off.

"Boss, you see, he always bullies others. Lend me your Xuanyuan sword. I promise to kill him." Zhang Wu was dissatisfied.

Yang Feng didn't care about the quarrel between them, because he came here to repair Xuanyuan sword.

"You two stay outside and I'll go in and have a look."

Whoosh!

At the end of his speech, Yang Feng's body flashed and disappeared into the dark palace.

Outside the palace, Xiao Hei shook his fist and said, "Zhang Wu, were you not convinced just now? If you're not convinced? Then fight with me. I promise you to lie on the ground and sing conquest. "

"Ha ha!"

Zhang Wu smiled and said, "Xiao Hei, I know you are very powerful, but now is not the time to do it. You'd better keep some strength. When you deal with the gate of life and death at noon tomorrow, you will go all out to find the strongest master and kill each other. You will become a little hero all over the world and help the boss share the pressure."

"Yes, that's a good way."

Xiao Hei nodded repeatedly, indicating that Zhang Wu's words were reasonable.

Looking at the little black, Zhang Wu tilted his eyes and thought, "just you little boy, even if you are powerful and can play again, your IQ is zero. I can turn you around in a few words."

……

At the moment, in the dark hall, there is a huge sword furnace. The sword furnace is 99 meters wide and 99 meters wide. There is a raging fine fire in the sword furnace.

This blazing flame is automatically generated by the array runes. There are many complex runes carved on the wall of the sword furnace.

Each Rune emits a fiery energy. Thousands of runes and thousands of fiery energy gather this huge sword furnace into a fiery volcano.

Those mysterious runes seem not to be carved manually, but born on the sword furnace. This terrible sword furnace seems to be bred by heaven and earth.

vast!

Terror!

Suffocation!

Yang Feng stood outside the sword stove, and many feelings of Weiya appeared in his mind one by one.

"Good, good."

Looking at the sword furnace bred by heaven and earth, Yang Feng nodded with satisfaction. He didn't expect that the holy sword palace had such magic weapons.

However, the sword furnace is no longer the treasure of the holy sword palace, but the treasure of his Purdue gate.

Whoosh!

Yang Feng's mind moved, and Xuanyuan sword quickly appeared in his hand.

Buzzing, buzzing!

Feel the blazing fire in the sword furnace, Xuanyuan sword issued a chirping sound, as if cheering because it was about to be intact.

Gently touched Xuanyuan sword, Yang Feng murmured, "I will repair you today, and then fight the gate of life and death with you to deal with the emperor of heaven. You will revive your original Majesty in my hands."

Buzzing, buzzing!

Xuanyuan sword seemed to understand Yang Feng's words, so the vibration of the song became louder and louder.

"Go and repair yourself. Take heaven and earth as the furnace and the thoughts of all sentient beings as the fire. Burn and repair as much as you like. You will be with me, fight again at the gate of life and death, fight again at the emperor of heaven and reappear brilliance."

In the huge sword furnace, the Xuanyuan sword made bursts of crisp noise.

Click!

Click!

The golden artifact broke and fell off inch by inch, and then turned into a golden long dragon. The golden long dragon swam away in the huge sword furnace.

A powerful dragon power rolled down like a storm, stood outside the sword furnace and looked at the Golden Dragon. Yang Feng was also surprised and shocked.

Because he didn't expect that Xuanyuan sword would turn into a long dragon. It seems that this sword was forged by the soul of the dragon. The golden dragon was reborn, the same as the nirvana of the Phoenix.

Buzzing, buzzing!

The long golden dragon, like a fire dragon, cheered because of the fire and was reborn because of the fire.

Sisi!

In the huge sword furnace, the sound of every trace came. Under the supply of fine fire, the long golden dragon became stronger and bigger.

Feeling the change of the golden dragon, Yang Feng looked forward to it. He wanted to know how powerful the Xuanyuan sword was after it was repaired?

Although Xuanyuan sword is an artifact, its power has been limited due to damage since it was obtained, and Yang Feng's use is not easy.

……

And now!

In the Yin Yang sect, an old man was furious.

"How dare Yang Feng kill my son? It doesn't give me face."

This old man is Ling Tiangang, the leader of the Yin Yang sect. He has lived for thousands of years. In the middle of thousands of years, he has dozens of sons, hundreds of grandchildren and tens of thousands of great grandchildren. As for the great grandchildren, he doesn't know how many people there are. It is estimated that there are hundreds of thousands.

But among so many descendants, his favorite is Ling Yuan, because Ling Yuan is the last son.

After Ling Yuan, he could no longer have children, so he loved his son very much.

"Lord, calm down and don't be angry." One of his men cared.

Pop!

Ling Tiangang slapped the man in the back and beat him out. He roared, "you bastard, useless waste, get out of here."

The man was beaten to the ground without saying a word.

But he also deserved it, because Ling Tiangang died a son, and he let his anger subside. Isn't this looking for death?

Who can't be sad when his son dies, even the sage is no exception.

"Yang Feng, I will tear you to pieces. Only by dismembering you can I relieve my hatred."

Ling Tiangang clenched his hands and his powerful breath surged like a waterfall. Among the major patriarchs of all sects, Ling Tiangang was the strongest. He was a real little Saint level master.

"Lord, Yang Feng asked you to go to the holy sword palace."

The three men lowered their heads and didn't dare to see Ling Tiangang. Yang Feng didn't kill them, but asked them to come back and take the letter.

"What a Yang Feng, do you really think I'm afraid of you?"

Ling Tiangang's eyes burst out a trace of murderous spirit. When Yang Feng dealt with the gate of life and death and fought with Wu Zhetian, he didn't do it. He just wanted to sit and watch the victory or defeat of the gate of life and death.

"Lord, Yang Feng looks down on our sect. You should avenge the young Lord." The three men were frightened and trembling.

In his anger, Ling Tiangang looked back at the three men and said, "you three losers, since the young Lord is dead, what are you doing back? What's the use of keeping your dog alive. "

Feeling Ling Tiangang's powerful murderous spirit, the three masters hurriedly knelt down.

"Lord, spare your life."

Boom!

Ling Tiangang had a strong idea and killed the three men.

"Ah!"

After a scream, the three men died on the spot.

"Come on, drag them down, cut them into pieces and feed the dog."

Ling Tiangang roared loudly. At the moment, he didn't have the style of a patriarch or a saint.

But his beloved son died, so he ignored his style.

"Yes, Lord."

Several experts quickly entered the hall, and then dragged the three bodies down. They wanted to cut the three dead classmates and feed the dog, because this was Ling Tiangang's order.

Repress!

In the hall, a repressive breath came.

One of his men stood aside and dared not speak from beginning to end, because he knew that Ling Tiangang's killing heart was very heavy at the moment.

"Yang Feng, since you are arrogant and don't pay attention to me, I will meet you. You not only killed my son, but also let me take the initiative to go to the holy sword palace. Do you really think I am afraid of you?" Ling Tiangang's clenched fist is murderous.

"Lord, don't be fooled by Yang Feng. Let's go to the gate of life and death now, and then join hands with Murong Tian to kill Yang Feng." The man said respectfully.

"Hum!"

Ling Tiangang snorted coldly and said, "The Revenge of killing my son is so deep. How can I join hands with others, pass on my orders, take all my experts and go to the holy sword palace with me. I will kill Yang Feng myself and avenge my son."

Whoosh!

At the end of his speech, Ling Tiangang turned into a meteor and flew away from a distance quickly.