Four thousand seven hundred and forty-six chapters first battle underworld
Hell Heaven Dragon Gate, the top of the third Hell Heaven.
"Me too."
Hearing Zhuo Kunlun talk about his feelings, Sheng Yichen immediately agreed, with a look of doubt on his face.
In fact, he had felt this way for a long time, but he was too embarrassed to say it.
"It seems that the Hell Heaven Dragon Gate this time is different from the past."
Nie Tian's eyes narrowed slightly and he said meaningfully.
"Maybe."
Zhuo Kunlun took another deep breath before his breathing calmed down.
Next, Sheng Yichen and the others did not dare to waste time, and worked hard to attack the space barrier.
Nie Tian was not in a hurry. For him, such a space barrier was useless.
At this time, many people gathered at the top of the Third Hell Heaven.
Most people have a bottleneck when entering the fourth Hell Heaven, and it takes a long time to break through the space barrier.
There are even many people who give up decisively after trying several times and failing.
Just as Sheng Yichen and Zhuo Kunlun felt, the Hell Heaven Dragon Gate seemed to be more difficult this time.
Nie Tian looked around, trying to find the man wearing a Shura mask from the Qiye Nether Clan and the woman in white wearing a veil.
But unfortunately, he didn't find it.
"The strength of the two of them far exceeds that of the others. Of course, the Third Hell Heaven will not be able to stop them."
Nie Tian twitched the corners of his mouth and smiled bitterly.
He didn't know why, but he felt inexplicably familiar with that woman in white clothes and veil.
At first he thought that the woman in white clothes and veil might be Xue'er, but he was not sure.
Because there is no Xueer's breath on the woman in white clothes and veil.
"roll!"
Just when Nie Tian was thinking wildly, a low roar sounded not far away.
He followed the sound and saw two warriors fighting.
"Go and have a look."
Nie Tian took a look and saw that Sheng Yichen and others still needed some time, so he moved his figure and flew over.
In the mid-air below, two warriors were facing each other coldly, their auras violent.
"Boy, hand over the red hell fruit and I'll keep you safe."
One of the warriors had an aura of excitement around him, exuding a murderous aura.
"People from the Qiye Nether Clan!"
Nie Tian's eyes focused on that person, and he immediately recognized that the latter was a member of the Qiye Nether Clan.
"I discovered this red hell fruit first, why should I give it to you?"
The other person, although his momentum was slightly weaker, was not to be outdone.
Nie Tian's figure moved again, and he got closer, and then he saw that the warrior was holding a red fruit as red as blood, releasing a strong aura of hell power.
It seems that the conflict between these two people was caused by the Red Hell Fruit.
"Things in the Hell Heaven Dragon Gate are originally ownerless things."
The Nether Tribe warrior smiled coldly and said: "We have all seen this red hell fruit, so of course whoever is stronger will own it."
"What about the people from the Qiye Nether Clan? Do you really think I'm afraid of you?"
Another warrior sneered, the prison power around his body was wild, and the aura in his body surged crazily.
“Don’t overestimate your own capabilities!”
Upon seeing this, the warrior from the Nether Clan sneered, and then his figure moved and he swatted angrily with his palm.
"Boom!"
Suddenly, endless hell power condensed in the void, and a black palm shadow appeared, like a collapsed half-wall of a mountain, crushing towards the warrior.
"boom!"
The warrior suddenly felt the powerful force of oppression, his face changed involuntarily, and in panic, he punched out.
"Bang!"
The next moment, the fists collided, and the shadows of the fists shattered in response.
Immediately, before the warrior had time to react, he was hit by a palm and fell directly.
"What a waste!"
The Nether Tribe warrior laughed, and his figure was like lightning, flying past, arriving at the warrior's side in an instant, and grabbing the Red Hell Fruit.
The warrior had already passed out, and his life or death was unknown.
"Die!"
The Nether Tribe warrior glanced coldly, then shouted lowly and slapped him with the palm of his hand.
"Wow!"
But before the force of this palm touched the warrior, it was resolved by a sudden soft force.
"Um?"
The Nether Clan warrior's face darkened, and he suddenly raised his head and saw a silver-haired warrior standing tall in the sky, looking at him with a playful expression.
"Boy, do you want to meddle in other people's business?"
The Nether Clan warrior looked at Nie Tian and smiled coldly, his eyes clearly filled with murderous intent.
"You've already got the Red Hell Fruit, so why bother hurting his life?"
Nie Tian smiled faintly, stretched out his big hand, and a majestic force fell, sending the unconscious warrior to the edge of the third hell.
Next, whether this warrior can survive depends on his own destiny.
"court death!"
The Nether Tribe warrior shouted low, violent murderous intent surged around his body, and he swung his palm directly towards Nie Tian.
Nie Tian frowned. He didn't expect this Nether Tribe warrior to be so violent and kill him directly.
"boom!"
The next moment, Nie Tian took a step forward, and his sword energy came out invincibly, breaking the palm movement.
"oh?"
The Nether Tribe warrior's face darkened, he was a little surprised, and said: "Boy, I can't tell, you still have some strength."
"I don't want to be an enemy of the Underworld. You and I should stop here."
Nie Tian's eyes darkened slightly and he said coldly.
He didn't understand the Qiye Nether Clan and didn't want to be an enemy of them.
"Are you begging me?"
The Nether Tribe warrior smiled coldly, his eyes cold and scornful.
"I'm just telling the truth. How you want to view it is your business."
Nie Tian responded coldly.
"Boy, no one has ever shut up my Ming Feng's business and still left safely."
Ming Feng announced his name, smiled coldly, and said with murderous intent in his eyes: "Today, you are dead!"
As soon as the words fell, his figure moved instantly, and he shot out a palm, sweeping thousands of angry waves.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
In the void, the roaring sound continued, and endless wild waves pressed towards Nie Tian.
Nie Tian frowned, and the Haotian Sword was unsheathed. The sword light shot out thousands of meters away, and the sword intent was like starlight, covering the heaven and earth.
"boom!"
The next moment, a muffled sound was heard, and Ming Feng's figure flew out directly, slamming downwards.
"Ming Feng!"
At this moment, a figure flew out and caught Ming Feng firmly.
"Another Nether Tribe warrior!"
Nie Tian's eyes darkened slightly and he looked at that person.
This is an extremely young warrior, with sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, very handsome.
And his eyes were filled with a strange light, extremely agile.
"This person's aura is so powerful!"
Nie Tian was thousands of meters away from that man, but he still felt the man's domineering aura, and he couldn't help but feel shocked.
"Are you OK?"
Although the man was concerned about Ming Feng, his eyes shot out a sharp blade and stared at Nie Tian.
"I'm fine."
Ming Feng took a deep breath and said solemnly: "Ming Zhan, this kid is a little weird, you have to be careful."
"Um."
Ming Zhan nodded, moved his figure, came to Nie Tian, and confronted Nie Tian forcefully.
"Are you going to kill me too?"
Nie Tian looked at Ming Zhan, who had a strong fighting spirit, but smiled lightly.
"You shouldn't hurt Ming Feng."
Ming Zhan's eyes were downcast, and the fighting spirit surging around him still contained a strong aura of blood!