Chapter 1704

In the hot Hall of the holy sword palace, Yang Feng stood outside the sword stove and looked at the golden dragon, constantly changing.

The Golden Dragon quickly turned into an artifact to restore the original state of Xuanyuan sword.

Buzzing, buzzing!

A long golden sword appeared in the sword furnace.

Boom!

A golden light, like a powerful rainbow, quickly rose into the sky, broke through the palace and went up to the sky.

Boom!

The powerful golden light penetrated the clouds over ten thousand meters and enveloped the earth like the light of Buddha.

The emperor's sword spirit intimidates nine continents. Even experts far away can see this golden sword.

……

In a void!

A stunning and moving woman, with her hands on her back, stands in the air, steps on the clouds and looks at the distant first world.

She saw a sword rising into the sky over the holy sword palace. It was a golden sword, like a long dragon.

In the golden sword spirit, the emperor's power was rolled and filled with the emperor's spirit.

"Ha ha!"

After seeing the golden sword Qi rising into the sky, the woman smiled and said faintly: "Yang Feng, you finally repair Xuanyuan sword. You will finally fight with the gate of life and death. However, I believe you will be able to destroy the gate of life and death and you will succeed, because you can continue to rise only by destroying the gate of life and death. I, the king of rosefinch, am happy for you."

After saying that, the beautiful woman turned into a void.

She is the rosefinch king, the second master among the eight kings, second only to Saint Laurent, but compared with Saint Laurent, the rosefinch is more mysterious.

……

The gate of life and death!

Murong Tian looked calm over the mountain of jiuchongtian. He saw the golden sword rising into the sky in the clouds in the distance.

The powerful golden sword is like a long golden dragon, roaring for nine days and overturning the sea of clouds.

Murong Tian can feel the power of the powerful sword even though they are far away from each other.

"This is Xuanyuan sword. Yang Feng has repaired it."

When a voice of vicissitudes came, I saw an old man wearing a bronze mask from Murong Tian's side.

"In ancient times, the emperor of heaven broke Xuanyuan and defeated the Yellow Emperor. Since then, the Yellow Emperor went down to the altar and Xuanyuan was damaged. Unexpectedly, today, 100000 years later, Yang Feng actually repaired Xuanyuan sword." The old man continued.

Murong Tian was still silent, quietly looking at the golden sword, rising in the air like a long dragon.

"Yang Feng has repaired Xuanyuan sword, and the king's spirit has appeared. He will hold Xuanyuan in his hand and sweep across the mainland of China to deal with the gate of life and death. However, the only regret is that the Lord, the emperor of heaven, is fighting against the spirit emperor in chaotic space. The experts of liudao palace and magistrate's office need to sit in chaotic space to deter those powerful forces, so this war, The winner is unknown. "

"Hum!"

Murong Tianleng snorted and said, "what kind of bullshit King's gas? Even if the Xuanyuan sword is repaired, it still can't play its real strength when it falls into Yang Feng's hands. I don't believe that Yang Feng can set off huge waves."

"The will of heaven is unpredictable, and the people's will cannot be violated. Over the long years..."

"Shut up!"

The old man seemed to want to say something, but Murong Tian suddenly said angrily, "tomorrow noon, I will let you see with your own eyes how Yang Feng perished and how his sects perished? At that time, I will let you know what is providence. As for public opinion, all the people in the world are mole ants, just a group of mole ants. What public opinion can they have? "

"Alas!"

The old man sighed, shook his head, and then turned helplessly away.

In the void above the Jiuchong sky, Murong sky was murderous and muttered to himself: "Yang Feng, at noon tomorrow, I, the saint, will break you into pieces. You shouldn't be the enemy of the gate of life and death. You have the wrong era."

Boom!

Boom!

In the void, the golden light emitted by Xuanyuan sword sent out bursts of sword sound.

Like a dragon singing, like a awakened Oriental dragon, it issued a majestic voice to announce his awakening to the world.

True huangzong!

Outside the hall, a group of descendants of the Yellow Emperor knelt on the cold ground and looked at the golden sword in the void in the distance.

These people shed sad tears and cried confused. They are all descendants of the Yellow Emperor, but they have disgraced the reputation of their ancestors.

Because as descendants of the Yellow Emperor, they did nothing and did not do much. In their whole life, they did not do a great event.

One generation is not as good as another, and generations decline.

In their generation, everyone was drowned in the vast sea of people except Su Zhenzhen.

Even the most outstanding element of this generation is true. It was only in the battle of the soul river before he died that he was vigorous and famous all over the world.

"Ancestors!"

"Ancestors!"

This group of people were distressed and said sadly, "we are really unfilial. We are really useless. The unique Xuanyuan sword, which originally belonged to your ancestors, can only play such power in the hands of outsiders."

"Ancestors, we are really unfilial children."

These people blame themselves because the artifact belonging to their ancestors can only play its real power in the hands of outsiders.

"Su is true. If you have a spirit in heaven, you will be deeply gratified, because the artifacts of your ancestors have finally recovered today. Yang Feng will fight jiuchongtian again with vigour and vitality with the artifacts of his ancestors."

"It's a pity that in such an open battle, we have neither the qualification nor the opportunity to carry forward the prestige of our ancestors by holding the artifacts of our ancestors."

These people feel ashamed of their ancestors and useless.

"Well, don't be depressed. Xuanyuan sword is in Yang Feng's hands and doesn't insult the reputation of our ancestors." An old man said with dignity.

These crying masters dried their tears and stood aside. However, they were relieved to think that the Xuanyuan sword was in Yang Feng's hands, and that the leader of Pudu gate, Yang Feng, was about to fight the gate of life and death with the Xuanyuan sword of their ancestors, and that they would finally fight with the emperor of heaven after the first World War.

Because only in Yang Feng's hands can the artifacts of our ancestors play their value.

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And now!

Outside the huge sword furnace, Yang Feng looked at the formed Xuanyuan sword and smiled.

Whoosh!

Under the control of his true Qi, the intact Xuanyuan sword quickly flew into his hand and held the artifact. Yang Feng gently stroked it, nodded with satisfaction and said with praise: "good, good, good, Xuanyuan sword, you will follow me Yang Feng and fight the gate of life and death again. We will come together. We will deal with the emperor of heaven. I want to use you to revive the majesty of the Yellow Emperor."

Buzzing, buzzing!

Xuanyuan sword felt Yang Feng's war spirit, so it made a sound of singing.

Silk!

In the hall, Yang Feng gently waved the artifact, and then a crack appeared in the space immediately.

"Sure enough, ha ha!"

Yang Feng smiled happily. After the repair, the power of Xuanyuan sword is stronger than before. It doesn't matter. Since becoming a quasi saint and then a saint, Yang Feng rarely uses Xuanyuan sword every time he fights and fights with people, because he can't give full play to his power, but it's different now.

At the moment, he really wants to find a saint level master and fight vigorously to try the power of the artifact. But soon, everything will be tomorrow. At noon tomorrow, he can test the sword with Murong Tian. If he can die under Xuanyuan sword, he will be his greatest blessing.

.....

Outside the dark palace, Zhang Wu and Xiao Hei are fighting. The two little guys always look at each other and are unhappy with each other. Then they fight again when they disagree. However, Zhang Wu is completely defeated every time. It is estimated that Xiao Hei knocked him down in less than a few moves.

Boom!

"Ah!"

Another familiar voice came. Zhang Wu hit the ground heavily. He said angrily: "Xiao Hei, you are so small that you dare to throw me on the ground. If you have the ability to wait for me for a few more years, I promise I will defeat you in the future."

"Cut!"

Looking at Zhang Wu lying on the ground, Xiao Hei despised him and said, "useless things even integrate the soul of the Yellow Emperor. People with promising future really don't know why the Yellow Emperor likes you and gives you the energy of the soul. It's a waste, a waste."

"Xiao Hei, you are too bullying and despise people."

Zhang Wu got up and wanted to fight with Xiao Hei again. He was unconscious in the Yellow Emperor's space. In order to save him, Yang Feng gave up a promotion opportunity. Because Yang Feng gave up, the soul of the Yellow Emperor entered Zhang Wu's body, integrated with him and improved his cultivation.

Gollum Golden Elephant once said that Zhang Wu has a bright future.

It's a pity that he is a little gangster and has no intention to practice. He knows to pretend to be forced all day and show off everywhere. If he is willing to practice hard, his cultivation will not be inferior to Xiao Hei.

"Since you are not convinced, I will continue to beat you."

Whoosh!

Xiao Hei rushed over and wanted to continue shooting, but Zhang Wu said seriously at this time: "little, don't rush to do it first. Look, there are many people in the sky. They are all murderous and powerful, and they are experts of Yin-Yang Taoism."

Xiao Hei looked up. Sure enough, he saw countless experts flying in the sky not far away.

The hundreds of masters were like dark clouds, and the leader was Ling Tiangang, the leader of the yin-yang sect.

In the void, Ling Tiangang flew in anger with hundreds of strong men. His son Ling Yuan died at the hands of Yang Feng, so he wanted to avenge his son. He thought he had strong strength and hundreds of subordinates, so he was confident that he could kill Yang Feng, the leader of Pudu gate.

"Lord!"

In the void, an expert pointed to the bottom and said, "look, the two boys below are Yang Feng's good brothers. Their names are Zhang Wu and Xiao Hei respectively. The little fart child has good strength. As for Zhang Wu, he is just a rice bucket and strength garbage."

"Hum!"

Ling Tiangang was murderous and said, "well, well, since they are Yang Feng's brothers, I'll kill them, whether they are waste or useful people. In short, as long as they are Yang Feng's people, they all have to die."