Chapter 1722

The gate of life and death!

On the ninth day, on the rolling mountains, Yang Fengshi exhibited the supreme supernatural power, condensing a huge light curtain under the sky. Experts within ten thousand miles and all sentient beings can see the light curtain above the sky.

Hoo Hoo!

The strong wind blew and the sound of fighting came. Countless experts of Purdue gate and life and Death Gate had an earth shaking war in this jiuchongtian.

On the top of the mountain, Murong Tian looked at the light curtain in the sky. He was murderous and bullied the airway: "Yang Feng, you are looking for your shame."

This is the gate of life and death and his territory. Therefore, Murong Tian has enough confidence that he will destroy Yang Feng in this war.

"Murong Tian, either you or I die today."

Buzzing, buzzing!

The Xuanyuan sword in Yang Feng's hand made a dragon like sound. The sharp look seemed to feel his war intention, so it radiated golden light.

In the strong wind, a red spear suddenly appeared in Murong Tian's hand. On the red spear, flames were burning.

Sisi!

The space with a radius of several hundred meters has become distorted under the blazing flame.

The red spear is really powerful. It is definitely a powerful weapon, especially the fine fire. It seems that it can burn this world.

"Yang Feng, do you recognize this gun?" Holding a long gun, Murong Tian asked aggressively.

"It's just an unknown long gun. I've never seen it before." Yang Feng said calmly.

"Ha ha!"

Murong Tian said with a domineering smile, "Yang Feng, you are really a frog at the bottom of a well. You don't know this gun. This is a powerful weapon of the God of fire Zhu Rong in ancient times."

Huoshen zhurong!

Yang Feng looked slightly moved, because he didn't expect that the long gun in Murong Tian's hand was an artifact of Zhu Rong, the God of fire. Zhu Rong was also one of the ten gods in ancient times. It is said that he was born to control innate fire, so the cultivation of fire attribute is unpredictable.

"Yang Feng, you have the Xuanyuan sword of the Yellow Emperor, and I have the red flame gun of Zhu Rong, the God of fire. Let's fight today to determine life and death. I'd like to see whether your Xuanyuan sword is powerful or my red flame gun is powerful."

Boom!

Murong Tian roared, and the red flame gun burning a raging flame turned into a fire dragon. The fire dragon rolled into the raging flame and flew towards Yang Feng with open teeth and claws.

Click!

Click!

There are many cracks in this stable space. Although the space is extremely stable, under the flame of the red flame gun, even the most stable space can not withstand the high-temperature combustion.

The heat wave is rolling on our faces. Yang Feng, thousands of miles away, feels the temperature of the fire dragon and the high temperature that destroys the sky and the earth, as if this mountain was shrouded in a huge stove.

"Yang Feng, die."

Boom!

Murong sky roared, and the fire dragon with flame fell from the air, as if to turn him into ashes.

"Out!"

Whew!

The golden Xuanyuan sword in Yang Feng's hand drew a beautiful arc in the air, and then a golden sword spirit crossed the sky for kilometers and went straight to the burning dragon.

Boom!

A loud noise came, flames were flying in the sky, and pieces of red fireworks, like beautiful flowers, fell from the air.

"Mountain moving method!"

When the fire dragon disappeared, Murong Tian roared again, and then the powerful magic power came down again.

WOW!

The powerful magic power surged in and pressed on Yang Feng one after another. In a flash, Yang Feng felt like Mount Tai pressing the top. He not only seemed to bear tens of thousands of kilograms of gravity, but also seemed to be imprisoned.

Gravity!

Imprisonment!

Two powerful energy forces firmly controlled Yang Feng and made him unable to move.

"Ha ha!"

In the void, Murong Tian had put away his red flame gun. He laughed and said, "Yang Feng, my powerful method of moving mountains has the magic power of moving mountains and filling the sea. Even if you have the ability to connect with heaven, you can't crack it."

"Really?"

Among the numerous magic power, Yang Feng said coldly, "how can you control our master and break it for me?"

Broken!

Broken!

Yang Feng's loud voice, like thunder, echoed in the sky again and again, and a powerful and invincible energy burst out in his body.

Click!

When this mighty energy appeared, Murong Tian's skill of moving mountains, powerful energy and mysterious magic were instantly shattered by Yang Feng.

Boom!

The sound of an explosion came, and a mighty air wave surged around like a mushroom cloud. All the trees on the mountain and the earth were destroyed.

However, even so, Murong Tian was still not surprised, because he knew that it was difficult to control Yang Feng only by the power of this spell.

"Yang Feng, look at the gun!"

Boom!

Murong Tian shouted again, and the red flame gun appeared in his hand again. However, in the red flame gun, the burning flame turned into two fire dragons, one left and one right, galloping towards Yang Feng and rolling out the mat. This time, the fire dragon was stronger than before.

Buzzing, buzzing!

The two fire dragons galloping out of the sky sent out bursts of dragon chants, shaking the earth.

In the void, the extremely strong high temperature and rolling heat flow are like the overwhelming tide again. In Yang Feng's deep eyes, he quietly looked at the two huge fire dragons, then smiled coldly and said, "Murong Tian, you have the red flame gun of the God of fire, and I have the Yan Emperor's seal."

Boom!

An ancient and powerful Yan Emperor's seal appeared in his hands.

Yang Feng holding the Yan Emperor's seal in his hand is like a peerless God of war, powerful and domineering. The flame emitted in the Yan Emperor's seal is higher than the flame in the red flame gun. After all, the Yan Emperor's seal is the Yan Emperor's seal in ancient times. As the Emperor of the fire family, the Yan Emperor's refined fire power is also better than the fire god Zhu Rong.

"Ha ha!"

Murong Tian laughed and said, "Yang Feng, even if you have the Yan Emperor seal, I am not afraid of you, because the Yan Emperor seal in your hand has lost the imperial spirit and is no longer the past, and the red flame gun in my hand is still as powerful as in ancient times."

"How can you understand the power of the imperial seal?" Yang Feng dismisses the way.

"Boy, let's speak with strength."

Whoosh!

In the void, Murong Tian controls the two fire dragons, galloping out like the God of war. At the moment, he controls the flame, powerful and domineering like a powerful God of fire, like Zhu Rong's rebirth.

At the same time when the masters of both sides fought, the huge light curtain in the sky reflected all the fighting situations in jiuzhong sky. All experts and sects within ten thousand miles could see one of the huge light curtain in the sky above the gate of life and death.

The huge projection is like a silent picture. The fighting situations of Feng Dong, Saint Laurent, Nanhai shenni, three saints, and 100000 experts at the gate of life and death and Purdue are all reflected in it, and then clearly appear in front of everyone within ten thousand miles.

.....

Yin Yang sect!

In front of the magnificent hall, a group of experts stood on the steps, looked at the huge projection in the void in the distance, and saw the vigorous World War I between Purdue gate and life and death gate. These experts were terrified and fought so fiercely. Fortunately, the zongmen didn't take them, otherwise they would die.

"Everyone, look, Feng Dong, the deputy head of Pudu gate, although he is only a strong man in the quasi holy land, his strength is extremely strong. He is even capable of defeating a saint." An expert pointed to the void and said excitedly.

"Yes, yes, and the God Ni of the South China Sea. I didn't expect that she was so powerful. In the quasi holy realm, she was also capable of defeating a saint."

Pa Pa!

Two loud slaps came, and then the two masters were beaten out and hit the ground heavily.

"Waste, bucket."

Ling Tiangang roared and said angrily, "you bastards, can't you understand people's words? I asked you to pay attention to the fight between Yang Feng and Murong Tian, but you paid attention to the fight of useless people."

"Patriarch, we are wrong. We are concerned about the fight between Yang Feng and Murong Tian."

Under the pressure of Ling Tiangang, these strong men of Yin Yang Taoism no longer pay attention to the fighting of others, but only the fighting between Yang Feng and Murong Tian.

"Yang Feng, as long as you die, my Yin Yang sect will be safe. I hope God bless you."

Ling Tiangang looked at the huge projection in the void in the distance. He clenched his fist secretly and prayed for Yang Feng's death, because Ling Tiangang knew that although this was the ultimate peak battle between the two sects and the two forces, as long as the leader of one side died, he would be a complete failure.

In the vast land without China, in thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, countless sects and tens of thousands of strong people put down all important events. Everyone looked up at the void and the huge light curtain. Everyone focused on the fight between Yang Feng and Murong Tian, and the decisive battle between Purdue gate and life and death gate.

"Grandpa, what kind of TV is that? Why is it so big and still in the sky."

On a street, an innocent little girl pointed to the huge projection in the void in the distance.

"Ha ha!"

An old man with a white beard smiled, gently stroked the little girl's head and said, "this is the latest invented reflection TV, so it can appear in the sky."

"Oh!"

The little girl nodded and said she understood, but she was still curious: "this TV is really good-looking and wonderful. What's its name?"

The old man bowed his head and said in silence, "this is the battle of heaven and earth, the battle of life and death of all living beings."

The little girl took the ice sugar gourd, turned her mouth and shook her head, indicating that she couldn't remember because the name was too long.

In this war, not only countless experts in the mountains and rivers, but also those bitter monks in the second world, are extremely attracted. However, those bitter monks are still the same as before. An old man sits in the middle and a group of people squat around, like Confucius and Mencius lecturing. I don't know where they have so many topics. They can't finish talking.