Chapter 17

"Whoosh."

Duan Feng drives by the somersault cloud, and quickly chases out.

Fortunately, the speed of somersault cloud is fast enough, otherwise, it can't catch up with it.

"Why? What the hell are you? It's a good feeling. "

See blink of an eye is to catch up with Duan Feng, Chu Qingcheng surprised sound.

"Oh, of course."

Duanfeng chuckled, but did not intend to say more.

After a while, they landed on the top of a mountain.

It's like a fairyland surrounded by clouds.

However, to Duan Feng's surprise, there will be a grand palace on the top of the mountain.

In front of the palace, there are at least 30 monks.

With Duan Feng and Chu Qingcheng two people landing, many people are casting a surprised look.

There are two reasons.

First, the somersault cloud driven by Duan Feng is so different.

As for the second, it is the city of Chu.

Her small body looks so soft that it can transform wings with aura, which really frightens many people.

It must be noted that if you want to "turn the spirit into wings", you must achieve the strength of the sword king.

"Follow me." Chu Qingcheng steps did not stop, continue to walk forward.

Duanfeng shrugged his shoulders and quickly followed up.

Soon, he knew why these people were stationed here.

It turned out that in front of the palace, there was a thick dark gate.

The state of the door is closed.

The mark on the door is obviously attacked by madness.

But it is clear that these attacks did not make much difference.

"It's no use. Don't waste your time." Not far from the door was an old man with sharp eyes and white hair.

This old man is the most powerful one here, reaching the realm of sword king.

Duan Feng has never seen this old man in his previous life. Obviously, he should be a lonely strong man.

Usually, it does not show the mountains and dew, but it often appears at critical moments, such as the birth of lingzang.

Although there were less than five strong sword kings in Tianjian Dynasty, they were more than one.

"Get out of the way!" Chu Qingcheng's unfriendly way.

"Young, but very arrogant."

The old man with white hair sneered, but he didn't stop him. He got out of the way.

"I'm only responsible for opening the door for you. It's up to you whether you can get it or not."

Chu Qingcheng faces duanfeng road behind him.

"Yes." Duan Feng nods.

He never thought of relying on Chu Qingcheng to get the spirit hiding.

Seeing Chu Qingcheng come to the dark gate, everyone's eyes all looked at the past.

Of course, most people want to see what she looks like when she's flat.

It seems that this can make them more balanced.

When Chu Qingcheng came to the gate, he didn't even make any moves. He raised a small fist and hit it.

"Bang bang bang!"

Three small muffled sounds rang out

Seeing this scene, many people want to laugh out loud. They can't break through the door as much as they can?

However, their expressions soon solidified.

I saw, a loud sound is roaring.

And that dark heavy door, is in their surprised eyes suddenly fell to the bed.

"My God, the door is open? It's just like this? "

The sound of exclamation continued to ring.

How could they have imagined that things would go so smoothly!

"I went."

The door just opened, Duan Feng said a word, it is to rush in.

"No, that boy is going to steal the spirit!"

"Don't let him do it!"

"Go

One after another, the sound of drinking.

Then, their shadow, like the shadow of an arrow, flashed forward.

Many of the people who were there, because of their luck, came here early.

How would they like to be robbed of their spirit by a monk who just came here?

In the long and dark passage, duanfeng rushes out at the fastest speed.

Now it's 100% sure that the spirit is hidden in it. Therefore, the hand is fast and the hand is slow.

"Whew! Whew! Whew

All of a sudden, in the passage, the golden light was shining all over the sky, and arrows were shooting out from all over the place.

"Organs? It's a small skill. "

Duan Feng takes a quick step and dodges all of them.

However, the monk behind him did not have such a good body method.

In addition to the old man with white hair, the other friars who were the first to rush out were hit by arrows.Death is disability.

"What a wonderful body method. What kind of way is this guy?"

The old man with white hair stares at Duan Feng's back, with doubts in his heart.

What made him even more strange was that after opening the gate, the woman did not mean to enter.

Not long.

And the first passage is full of darkness.

The golden palace is full of dust.

Obviously, this palace should have a long history.

Then, the old man with white hair, the second arrived here.

After him, five monks arrived.

The strength of these five people is not weak, all of them have reached the late stage of Jianling.

This hall is the end of the hall. Everyone looks around to find out where the spirit hiding is.

But unfortunately, nothing.

Suddenly, a dazzling light flashed.

A virtual shadow appeared in front of Duan Feng and others.

"I am the soul sword master of the land sky fire sword. I was chased by enemies hundreds of years ago. My flesh was broken and I fled here. Now, I want to pass on my lifelong accomplishments to one of you."

"As for who this man is, you decide for yourself."

The shadow is full of majestic voice and spreads slowly.

The magnificent cultivation breath that spreads out of its body is more amazing.

"I am the strongest one here. This inheritance should be given to me." The old man with white hair took the lead and cheered coldly.

Although the other five people are extremely unwilling, how big is the gap between the sword spirit and the sword king?

They don't know.

I'm afraid that the five of them can't be the opponent of the old man with white hair.

"Duan Feng was the first one to say that he didn't agree with me!"

"My friend opened the gate of the spirit collection, and I should inherit it."

Duan Feng big drink sound, the pressure is pressing, not afraid at all.

"Well, you say your friend is your friend? What about the evidence? I said it was my granddaughter

The old man with white hair retorted coldly.

"Can I have a face?" Duan Feng glanced at the old man and yelled.

"Hum, you don't want to fight!" The old man with white hair relies on his sword King's strength, does not put Duan Feng in the eye at all.

If it is Chu Qingcheng here, he may be a little afraid.

But in fact, there is no if.

"Fight as you fight, who is afraid of whom?"

Duan Feng roared, and the huge Xuanzhong ruler flew out immediately and inserted it heavily in front of him. The huge battle spirit quickly spread and opened

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