The Legend of Futian

In the battlefield, the situation changed suddenly.

Ye Futian killed one person, holding the halberd of time and space to stare at the other eight strong men, meanwhile, Yaya and the rest of her life entered the battlefield, and the cold pupils swept towards those eight people.

For a time, an asphyxiating coercion shrouded the eight people's bodies, making them all feel a bit of coolness.

They glanced at Hua Jieyu and Ye Futian. Didn't they kill him both?

They glanced at each other, as if their minds were connected, their bodies moved at the same time, as if a lightning strike towards Ye Futian, the needle sword in their hands killed at the same time, the light of endless killing pointed at Ye Futian, like The space where Ye Futian is to be completely torn into pieces.

Hua Xieyu's body still appeared behind Ye Futian. The two men ’s mental powers seemed to be integrated into golden lightning, and like a highway scourge, they rushed into the minds of the eight powerful men. Glorious, the surrounding space is completely imprisoned, the bodies of the eight strong are all shrouded in it, and they feel that their movement is limited.

The halberd of time and space in Ye Futian's hand swept out directly, crossed an arc, and the power of endless space tearing was killed towards eight people at the same time. Countless particles regularly penetrated the golden silk thread attacked by the opponent to attack, Erupting in front of each other, each strand of particles turned into a terrible killing force.

The sword in the hands of the eight trembled, blocking the light from the attacking particles, and the body receded.

At this moment, a terrifying breath came, and the sound of Jian Xiao shattered through the void, and one person suddenly turned around, and saw a holy sword slaughtered. It was not overbearing, his needle sword was cut Out, it turned into a line that cut everything, but the huge and infinite holy sword went forward, crushing everything, banging loudly, his body was directly pierced by the holy sword and died.

Although the strengths of these nine strong men are extremely arrogant and comparable to those on the list, they are more adept at attacking. Whether they are directed at the physical body or the mental power, they are extremely terrible, especially the nine people join forces to form an array. God.

But at this moment, the battle was broken, and they suffered mental attack and were retreated by Ye Futian. How could they stop Yaya's blow and be killed by a sword?

The rest of his life was like a demon-like body. He stepped out and fell in front of a strong man. He let the terrible tearing sword attack on the body of the demon. He seemed to be imperceptible. Out, with one axe, the opponent's body was directly converted into two sections, and the dead can't die anymore.

At the beginning of the imperial mausoleum, the realm of virtuous men who lived for the rest of their lives, demonized, blocking Ji Ya, the second person on the list.

Now that he has become a wise man, he is demonized again. How strong is he? Just a single strong man, where can he bear his axe.

In a flash, the three powerful men were killed.

Ye Futian Hua Xieyu, Yaya, and the rest of his life, surrounded the other six with horns, as if the situation had been completely reversed.

The six people turned pale, but did they fail?

Ye Futian held the halberd of time and space step by step, the halberd of space and time slanted there, exhaling a horrific light, and his body was filled with endless killing intention.

His eyes were stunned, emitting golden lightning, and a strong man in front of him fell directly into it.

"Om."

The violent wind passed, Ye Futian stepped forward, and he seemed to ignore the space distance and appeared directly in front of the other side. The halberd of time and space penetrated into the other person's throat without any suspense, his head burst and shattered, and another strong man died.

Jian Xiao is in the sky, the holy sword breaks the void, and Yaya takes a step forward with her bare feet. There is no end to the sword. The scarlet sword penetrates the opponent's will. The holy sword falls down. The fifth strong , Was killed.

"boom."

The rest of his life moved forward, the demon-like body was about to slay all beings, and the axe of the verdict was beheaded again, splitting the sky, and the body of the sixth strong man was split, split into two, and blood shed.

The vast space, the battlefield seems to stop, countless eyes are looking to this side, my heart beating.

One hit and one kill.

Nine strong men, six of whom have died, have been brutally tortured by the three in the most overbearing manner. The nine people who were not yet alive before have no power to fight back.

"Finally, do you want to separate the winner?" Xia Sheng sighed softly. This battle was too thrilling, Ye Futian was on the verge of despair, the barefoot girl was born, the rest of her life broke through, and Huajieyu stimulated the mysterious power.

Now Ye Futian, a few of them, are showing their true invincibility.

Who can stop them in white clothes and blood?

Moreover, after the death of these nine people, the beliefs of the seven holy places will collapse, because no one can kill Ye Futian.

Ji Sheng, Xihua Shengjun, and Zhou Shengwang all looked embarrassed and murderous. This did not kill Ye Futian. Could it be that the seven Holy Lands came together and attacked today, Ye Futian could survive?

The strongest men in the Holy Path Palace were completely relieved, and Yaya and the rest of her life were killed. They helped Ye Futian, and no one could kill Ye Futian.

This battle will win.

They are full of confidence that the Seven Holy Lands today will not destroy them to the Holy Temple. Then, with the power they show today, they will truly make the Seven Holy Lands holy.

"Boom."

At this time, Ye Futian took another step forward. He didn't have the slightest excitement, only the endless icy murderous intentions. He didn't know what the consequences of this battle would be to Xie Yu. Don't try to leave alive, no matter who they are or where they come from, they will die.

Seeing Ye Futian approaching, feeling the devastating power swallowed by the halberd of time and space, a strong man with pale face, he growled, "Not yet?"

Everyone heard what he said and hesitated.

Who else?

In this case, no one can kill Ye Futian at all, and none of the seven holy places can do it.

Who will shoot?

Xia Sheng frowned, glanced up, and seemed to think something, his face suddenly changed.

The next moment, Xia Sheng saw Ye Futian's sky, Zhisheng's body moved, and he stepped down.

"Beware of the saints." Xia Sheng shouted loudly, and the utterly mighty divine power swept out, shrouding in the direction of Ye Futian, his eyes were extremely ugly, and a thought appeared in his mind.

Zhisheng, how dare he?

As a sacred place, does he have to change the life of Ye Futian with the life of his saint?

Xia Sheng's voice was like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, making all the hearts in the battlefield tremble violently.

Ji Sheng also showed a touch of different colors, but how fast his response turned into a light that actually appeared directly in front of Xia Sheng.

"Xia Sheng is also involved in this jihad?"

A voice came out, Ji Sheng, he deliberately stopped Xia Sheng.

At the same time as his words fell, Ye Futian felt a real choking coercion born above the sky, which was the real sacred coercion, like Tianwei.

Not only Ye Futian, everyone in the battlefield where he felt it, looked up in horror, and saw the body of Zhisheng descend from the sky.

Sage shot.

Countless people changed their faces, watching the Zhisheng dynasty leave Ye Futian, and the people of the Most Holy Palace showed desperate eyes.

Why do sacred figures dare to shoot?

Undermine Xia Huang's rules, know the saint, and die.

They do n’t understand, Ye Futian does n’t understand, even if there really is the hatred of Zhisheng Shengya, but when you practice in the holy realm, why does Zhisheng want to change his life at all costs?

Ye Futian, Huajieyu, the rest of his life, and Yaya looked up, watching the figure of Zhisheng descend, their blood stopped flowing, and they were truly suffocated and desperate.

Yue Sheng, Jiang Sheng, and even Li Sheng, at this moment stepped forward at the same time, walking towards there, the extremely mighty Saint Wei swept into that space, but it seemed all too late.

Time seems to be still at this moment.

Still in despair.

Zhisheng came, and a big handprint covering the sky and the sun came down, as if the might of the heavens were blasted down, and the void shook. This big palmprint directly covered the sky and destroyed everything.

Zhisheng's eyes were surprisingly calm at the moment, with a sense of decisiveness. As a sacred figure, how firm his mind is, once he has decided, he will never be shaken in the slightest.

When the prince from the imperial empire found him, his fate was already doomed. Perhaps today ’s things may not be dare to advocate for the time being. As a sacred power, sometimes, there is no choice.

But even if his fate was already doomed, before he died, Ye Futian would still be utterly lost.

It seems a bit ironic that it is sad that he has come to this point in a sacred state of supremacy and changed his life with a sage.

A boundless bright light came to him. In addition to Zhisheng's space over this space, the village chief has been guarding here. When he saw Zhisheng's shot, he crossed the void in an instant and emerged as a sword. His whole person turned into With a sword, he went forward, killing the palm of Zhisheng's bomber.

Zhisheng's face was expressionless, and there were no waves in his eyes. When the terrible sword stabbed on the palm print, Zhisheng's palm continued to be pressed down, blood dripped down, and his palm was dyed red. In the end, pressing the village head's body to continue down, even if the palm was pierced by a sword, and the palm print turned into a scarlet palm print, he still did not stop attacking. The scarlet palm print covered the sky, and the rumbling sound passed Out.

Everything will be destroyed, and under this palm, it will be wiped out.

"Dead." Zhisheng yelled, the heavens trembled, Ye Futian's spirit and spirit were trembling violently, looking at the eyes of Zhisheng's murderous eyes, he felt real despair.

Even though it has won everything, how to defeat the true saint, and it is far from being the master of the Holy Cliff who can be compared to those who have just entered the sacred realm ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ retreat. Ye Futian yelled, but in fact he also knew in his heart that even if he wanted to retreat, was he able to retreat?

What's more, the rest of my life and Yaya didn't retreat. Everything at this moment seemed to come from instinct. Not only did they not retreat, they took a step forward.

For the rest of his life, he lifted a tomahawk like a demon-like body and slashed down into the sky.

Yaya was barefoot, the holy sword was ahead, and she took a step towards the sky to face the attack.

Hua Jieyu's eyes were equally desperate. Real despair. They had made every effort to kill the strongest opponent again and again, but in the end, did they get the despair that the saint shot in person?

Her body turned into a mental storm, rushing out into the sky. Like the rest of her life and Yaya, not only did she not retreat, she took the initiative to attack.

As if they had only one idea, they blocked this blow for Ye Futian. As for whether they could block it, they didn't think about it.

As for the ending, they did not think about it.

They just hope that he can live.

The boundless and shining emperor shook up without any concealment. Ye Futian saw the movements of the three men, how could he retreat, holding the halberd of time and space up arrogantly, proactively welcoming the destruction attack of Zhisheng.

Life is like this.

If the sky doesn't spare him, let's die.

He really did his best!

ps: I took a look at the comments in the past few days. I did n’t want to justify anything. I could n’t kill a chapter or two directly. The last battle at the Holy Palace was so scolded. Still have to continue a few chapters of water, to discard, feel free, thank you for meeting!

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