Chapter 1691 (1/2)
In the void of the spirit world, Yang Feng's deep and cold eyes looked at more than a dozen experts. These people are all the strong men of the life and death gate. They used to be Wu Zhetian's men. However, no one knows who is the executive head of the life and death gate. Maybe the life and death gate is headless now.
After Wu Zhetian's death, the little Saint Si Zhongheng once served as the temporary executive sect leader, followed by Heifeng, but these people have fallen.
The dozen experts hurriedly retreated, looked at Yang Feng in awe and fear, and said, ”Lord Yang, although we are from the gate of life and death, we have made a radical change, and decided to quit the gate of life and death and be willing to join you in the Purdue gate. As long as you don't kill us, we are willing to serve you.”
”Yes, as long as you don't kill us, we are willing to be your men and serve you.”
These experts bowed their heads one after another, but this was their delaying strategy. If Yang Feng let them go, they will continue to kill with the strong men of liudao palace after returning to the gate of life and death.
”You waste people are like mole ants in my eyes. Mole ants like you are not qualified to join our Purdue gate, but I want to congratulate you, because I will leave a living mouth and let it go back to report that I, Yang Feng, the master of Purdue gate, will destroy the gate of life and death.”
When Yang Feng's cold voice came, these experts looked around and wanted to be the lucky one. They didn't want to die. If they could live, who would want to die.
”Lord Yang, you are a saint. How can you embarrass us Yuanshen realm experts?” An expert was afraid.
”Yes, Lord Yang, as a saint, why bother us?”
These experts of the gate of life and death are worried, because they know that even if they all go together, they are not Yang Feng's opponent.
Yang Feng is now a saint with strong strength. The terrible and powerful strength is not their enemy.
”Don't talk nonsense. My patience is limited. For your sake, I can give you a chance to die decently, so you do it first.”
WOW!
Yang Feng's cold breath spread like a tide, covering these people and drowning these experts.
The dozen masters are similar. They know that Yang Feng has determined to destroy them, so they can't retreat.
The heart of saints is like a rock. Once they decide, things will not change. Besides, Yang Feng hates them at the door of life and death.
Saint Laurent stood quietly and didn't intend to fight, because Yang Feng was more than enough to deal with more than a dozen rookies.
”If you don't do it again, you won't have a chance to do it again. After a move, only one of you can survive. As for who can survive, it depends on your luck.”
Yang Feng had planned to destroy them all, but he decided to put one back and bring a letter to the gate of life and death.
It's not his style to fight undeclared.
The dozen masters hesitated for a moment. Then they looked ferocious and their eyes were cold. They were also masters and people who had experienced great winds and waves. Therefore, they decided to give up when there was no doubt that they would die.
”Yang Feng, in that case, don't blame us for being rude. Brothers, go up together and kill him.”
”Kill him.”
”Kill.”
Boom!
More than a dozen experts, like a torrent of steel, rushed to the Yang Feng. Their speed was very fast, like a meteor in the night sky and a tornado.
This stable space has produced waves. When so many masters of Yuanshen realm go out together, even the most stable space will vibrate.
”Kill!”
”Kill!”
The dozen experts, like a torrent of steel, shouted, and then made a neat and mighty move.
They are people of the gate of life and death. They used to be high and omnipotent, but today, they are forced to this point by Yang Feng.
The breath of more than a dozen experts, such as the mighty river, flows ceaselessly.
However, Yang Feng in the void still looked calm and quietly looked at the vast air flow. He was like a peerless God of war standing motionless in the void.
The strong wind generated by the strong air flow swept like a tornado, disordered his long hair and moved his clothes.
When the steel torrent of air surged fiercely, Yang Feng finally shot. With a roar and a golden sword, he crossed the sky, like a golden dragon thousands of feet long, and bombarded more than a dozen experts at the gate of life and death.
The vast river Qi, under Yang Feng's powerful sword Qi, instantly turned into smoke and clouds and spread around.
This is the danger of saints, this is the strength of saints.
Even if the dozen experts of the life and Death Gate join hands, they are still not the enemy of Yang Feng's move.
Boom!
The golden dragon, thousands of feet long, still flew away like lightning and shrouded over the dozen experts.
These masters hurriedly turned around and quickly fled to the distance.
”Run, run.”
”Let's go. Yang Feng is too terrible. His strength is too strong. We are not rivals.”
Under the golden dragon, the faces of the dozen experts were golden, because they were illuminated by the light of the long dragon.
Boom!
With a loud noise, the void was blown apart, and pieces of golden spiritual power, like brilliant golden snowflakes, dissipated around the grass.
”Ah ah!”
Under the golden light, the more than a dozen experts made a tearing sound, because they felt the danger of death.
”I am willing to surrender, as long as you don't kill me, i...”
An expert seemed to want to say something. Unfortunately, before his words were finished, he disappeared into the golden light, turned into clouds and dust, and he never had a chance again.
”Ah ah...”