Chapter 4746

The dragon's gate of the third prison, the zenith of the third prison.

"Me too."

Hearing Zhuo Kunlun talking about his feelings, Sheng Yichen immediately agreed with him and looked doubtful.

In fact, he had such a feeling for a long time, but he didn't mean to say it.

"It seems that this prison tianlongmen is different from the past."

Nie Tian's eyes were slightly frozen and said quite meaningfully.

"Maybe."

Zhuo Kunlun took another deep breath and the breath calmed down.

Next, Sheng Yichen and the three did not dare to delay their time and tried their best to impact the space barrier.

Nie Tian was not in a hurry. For him, such a space barrier was in vain.

At this time, many people gathered at the zenith of the third prison.

Most people, when entering the fourth day of prison, are a bottleneck, which takes a long time to impact the space barrier.

Many people even give up decisively after several attempts and failures.

As Sheng Yichen and Zhuo Kunlun felt, this time the prison tianlongmen seemed to increase the difficulty.

Nie Tian looked around, looking for the man wearing Shura mask and the woman in white wearing a veil of the seven night Ming clan.

But unfortunately, he didn't find it.

"Their strength is far better than others. Of course, they can't live in the third prison day."

Nie Tian pulled at the corners of his mouth and smiled bitterly.

I don't know why, he has an inexplicably familiar feeling for the woman in white.

At first, he thought that the woman in white might be Xueer, but he was not sure.

Because there is no smell of Xueer on the woman in white.

"Get out!"

Just as Nie Tian was thinking, a deep roar sounded not far away.

He followed his reputation, but it was two fighters fighting.

"Go and have a look."

Nie Tian looked and saw that Sheng Yichen and others needed some time, so he moved and flew over.

In the lower half of the air, the two martial artists coldly opposed each other, and their breath was violent.

"Boy, hand over the red prison fruit. I'll keep you safe."

One of the martial artists was full of momentum and showed a sense of killing.

"Seven night Hades!"

Nie Tian's eyes coagulated, locked the man, and immediately recognized that the latter was the man of qiyeming clan.

"I found this red prison fruit first. Why should I give it to you?"

The other man, although slightly weak, was unwilling to lose.

Nie Tian's figure moved again and approached for a moment. Then he saw that the warrior was holding a red red red fruit in his hand, releasing a strong prison force atmosphere.

It seems that the conflict between the two is caused by the red prison fruit.

"The things in the dragon's gate of prison heaven are originally ownerless things."

The warrior of the Ming nationality smiled coldly and said, "we have seen this red prison fruit. Naturally, whoever is strong is who."

"What about the seven night Hades? Do you really think I'm afraid of you?"

Another martial artist sneered, his prison strength was wild, and his breath soared wildly.

"Overestimate your strength!"

Seeing this, the warrior of the Ming nationality sneered, then moved and clapped out angrily.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, the endless prison force condensed in the void, and a black palm appeared, like a collapsed half wall mountain, pressing wildly against the martial artist.

"Boom!"

The martial artist immediately felt the strong oppressive force and couldn't help but change his face. In panic, he punched out.

"Bang!"

The next moment, the fist and palm collided, but the fist shadow broke in response.

Immediately, before the warrior could react, he was hit by a palm and fell directly.

"What a waste!"

The warrior of the Ming clan smiled and flew past like electricity. He came to the warrior and robbed the red prison fruit.

The warrior, however, had passed out in a coma, and his life and death were unknown.

"Die!"

The warrior of the Ming nationality glanced coldly, then drank low and clapped again.

"Wow!"

However, this powerful hand was dissolved by a sudden soft force before it touched the martial artist.

"Huh?"

The Ming warrior's face sank and suddenly looked up. He saw a silver haired warrior standing tall and looking at him with a ponderous face.

"Boy, do you want to mind your own business?"

The warrior of the Ming nationality looked at Nie Tian and smiled coldly. His eyes were full of killing opportunities.

"You've got the red prison fruit, why hurt his life?"

Nie Tian smiled faintly, stretched out his big hand, and a great force fell down, sending the unconscious warrior to the edge of the third prison day.

Next, whether the warrior can survive depends on his own nature.

"Die!"

The warrior of the Ming clan whispered, and a violent killing machine surged around him. He clapped it directly and killed Nie Tian.

Nie Tian frowned. Unexpectedly, the Ming warrior was so violent that he went straight to the killer.

"Bang!"

At the next moment, Nie Tian stepped out with one step, and the sword Qi swept out, breaking the palm.

"Oh?"

The martial arts master of the Ming clan was a little surprised and said, "boy, I can't see. You still have some strength."

"I don't want to be an enemy of the underworld. Let's stop here."

Nie Tian's eyes were slightly heavy and said coldly.

He didn't know about the seven night Hades and didn't want to be an enemy.

"Are you begging me?"

The warrior of the Ming nationality smiled coldly, and his eyes were scornful and cold.

"I'm just telling the truth. What you want to think is your business."

Nie Tian responded coldly.

"Boy, no one has ever closed my Mingfeng's business and can leave safely."

Mingfeng reported his name, smiled coldly, and said, "today, you're dead!"

When the voice fell, his figure moved instantly, clapped with one palm and swept thousands of angry waves.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

In the void, the roar continued, and endless crazy waves pressed Nie Tian.

Nie Tian frowned. Hao Tian's sword came out of its scabbard. The sword's light shot ten thousand meters away. The sword's intention was like a star, enveloping the world.

"Bang!"

The next moment, a muffled sound came out, and Mingfeng's figure flew out directly and smashed down hard.

"Mingfeng!"

At this time, a figure flew out and caught Mingfeng steadily.

"Another Ming warrior!"

Nie Tian's eyes sank slightly and looked at the man.

This is a very young martial artist with sword eyebrows and stars. He is very handsome.

And his eyes, with a strange light, are very flexible.

"This man's breath is so strong!"

Nie Tian was several kilometers away from the man, but he still felt the strong breath of the other party and couldn't help shaking his heart.

"Are you okay?"

Although the man was concerned about Mingfeng, his eyes shot a sharp blade and stared at Nie Tian.

"I'm fine."

Mingfeng took a deep breath and said, "mingzhan, this boy is a little strange. You should be careful."

"Yes."

Ming Zhan nodded, moved and came to Nie Tian, a strong opposition.

"Are you going to kill me, too?"

Nie Tian looked at Ming Zhan with a strong sense of war, but he smiled faintly.

"You shouldn't hurt Mingfeng."

Ming Zhan's eyes were low, and there was a strong smell of blood in the surging sense of war!