The Legend of Futian

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Ye Futian's strong questioning made the vast space around the city's mansion silent and silent. _) + _

For a while, Zhu Xi could not answer.

Ye Futian said that there is really nothing wrong with it. As long as he admits that the emperor and the nine tribes belong to it, then he should take his death.

Obviously, this is just a predatory, what's the point?

The so-called charges are nothing more than necessary.

"Even if he is a boast of the emperor, he can only come from the nine clans, how can it be related to your outsiders." Chonglou, the clan chief of the Clan clan, said with tyranny and glances at Ye Futian.

Ye Futian looked at the other side and said, "Chong Clan, the clan chief of the Clan, your name comes from the body of the Chonglou, the boasting tradition of the emperor."

Chonglou stared at Ye Futian, and surely he inherited the complete bourgeois method, did he even know the body of Chonglou who inherited the law?

"It has nothing to do with outsiders, what do your nine tribes invite Taoist winners to enter their ancestors?" Ye Futian asked, "Isn't it because your nine tribes have no one, and you have the power of outsiders to take over your heritage and win them? And then they lost it? "

The pupil of Zhonglou contracted slightly, which contained a sense of extreme domineering. Between the opening and closing of his eyes and pupils, there seemed to be a terrible horrible flame of war **** appearing in Ye Futian's eyes, which seemed to crush him directly.

Ye Futian's eyes were also burning with flames, and the breath bloomed. Although these people did not take any action, they only had a look and a breath that could give him extremely powerful oppression.

There are holy figures from the nine tribes who step out, with a terrible breath, staring at Ye Futian, and behind the building, a strong man stepped forward and bathed in the flames.

Ye Futian, Yan Jiu tribe is unmanned.

Seeing the man who stepped out, Ye Futian glanced at him, showing contempt.

"For many years in the western region, it seems that the nine major tribes have forgotten who they are, and they have not complied with the boast of the emperor, and have no self-knowledge." Ye Futian said indifferently.

"Even without your existence, my nine tribes will sooner or later get the Kwa Emperor's stay, the Clan of the Clan will leave, and you will learn where your confidence comes from." The figure saw Ye Futian look scornful and walked, He was the first of a generation of young people of the Clan tribe, and his combat ability was extremely terrible.

This time the ancestral land was opened, he did not enter. The people inside the nine clans will re-enter the ancestral land when they are higher, so that they will have a greater grasp. At the same time, they will continue to invite outsiders. Let them work for the nine ancestors.

Ye Futian was not wrong in saying that the nine ancestors invited them to use them.

Only this time, the fire of the ancestral land was taken away, exaggerated ruins, and disappeared.

He reunited, and he wanted to inherit the legacy of the emperor, but before he went to see his ancestral land, the ancestral land was gone.

The strong clan tribe did not block the re-run and re-run the top talents. It is a very hopeful figure to open the door of the ancestral land and go to the extraordinary demon figure who inherits the exaggerated ruins.

They clan tribe, always high expectations.

But now, everything is in Ye Futian.

Stepping back from the void, the prestige of the Cause swept out and pressed against Ye Futian. Every time he stepped out, he stepped on Ye Futian like a flame of war.

"Who shot you?" Xia Qingyu said to the people behind her.

This divorce, want to fight Ye Futian directly?

The other nine tribes came, and the strong one was like a cloud. The heavy building was just a junior character, and he wanted to fight directly against the city leader of Chiba. Is he also worthy?

"I go."

A voice came out, the voice fell, and a sword broke, like a thunder and lightning that cut the void.

Among the crowd, there was a figure walking forward. Between heaven and earth, swords filled the sky and whistled forward.

Sweeping away from the twin pupils, the fire of the Avenue of Terror burned down, and the space shook, and it seemed to kill each other with a single eye. However, the eyes of the person who stepped out were like swords, tearing everything and piercing him. The thoughtful attack in his eyes and pupils was crushed directly.

"Boom." The war was so horrifying that he turned away from the body and turned into a flame of war. With one foot step, the void roared and trembled, and a large footprint of flames stepped on the void, burning the mountains and boiling the sea.

The sword arrives directly into the large footprint of the flame, and with a loud noise, directly penetrates into it, and wants to tear it to pieces.

The surrounding space seems to be torn apart.

He walked away again and again, the fire above his body seemed to be more powerful and overbearing, his whole person became more powerful, and stepped out again. The big footprints of flames overlapped with the previous big footprints, and the power surged. Destroy the sword of the opponent.

The person who stepped out pointed his finger forward, and the sword was sullen, turning it into a terrible storm of sword air, engulfing the opponent's attack, and at the same time, the stronger sword intention merged into the previous sword, and went forward.

When he stepped away from successive steps, his coercion became stronger and stronger. His body became stronger and stronger.

Seven steps re-departure, the battle body released seven.

However, the opponent did not take a step back, and the sword opened his way. The condensed and born was like a heavy high-rise fire footprint, with infinitely bright sword light shining and raging violently. At the same time, a giant sword pierced into it a little. The stocks are extremely powerful.

Many strong members of the Clan tribe frowned, and reunited in their clan are extremely arrogant characters. Even in the nine major clans, they belong to the top figures in this state. The other party Ye Futian has not stepped out, and Xia Qingyu has not. There are still people who can compete against the severe departure?

At this moment, the flames of flames were surrounded by the blaze of fire and the dazzling sword light. Finally, with a loud noise, everything was destroyed. The flames and sword energy raged in the heavens and the earth, causing the space to destroy the storm.

"Who is that?" Someone asked, both of whom were very strong at the beginning of the Cause.

"Should be a practitioner of Xiahuangjie." Someone said secretly.

Ye Futian looked calm and looked at the battle in the void, which was really good to regain his strength.

As for the opponents who are leaving, Xia Huangjie Lixian Tianjian thirty-three, Xiu Chuan.

The two men battled violently, and many powerful men in the vast space released their breath to resist the aftermath of their fight.

Zhu Zhehe Zhonglou stared at the battlefield, but at this moment, another strong man stepped forward and entered the battlefield. It is the holy demon figure of the Zhu clan, Zhunan.

It's not just him, the strong men of all tribes have stepped forward to the battlefield.

These people are in the state of witnessing the Holy Saint, it seems that they are trying to persecute Ye Futian.

If they can take down Ye Futian directly, there is no need for the top characters of each tribe to do anything, they just need to block each other's top characters.

These strong men walked step by step, heading directly towards the battlefield where False River was located, Ye Futian frowned, and before he spoke, there was a void walk around him.

Dao Sheng and Gu Dongliu stepped out first, heading straight for the battlefield.

After that, Ye Wuchen and Xu Chehan also marched towards the battlefield.

In addition, Xuanyuan and Shenxiao Valley each have a strong step forward, corresponding to the number of opponents playing, each went to find his own opponent.

For a moment, the mighty world swept the battlefield, overwhelming the vast space outside the main city.

The sword Saint directly sacrificed the magic sword. He did not regard this as a battle of learning, but a battlefield.

Today, the nine tribes themselves are not here to discuss, they want to come and get people.

For a moment, Demon snarled in the sky, and Sword's will melt into the body of Sword Master, making his body covered with a layer of magic road armor.

The magic sword drew the terrible magical radiance, and the turbulent air swept through the void. He appeared in front of a Uzu strongman, the other's body was bright, and the light of the golden black **** bird bloomed. At that time, the sky seemed to be cut open by a terrible **** crack.

His expression changed suddenly, a huge incomparable Jinwu Godbird appeared, smashed out, and wanted to block the sword light, but under the magic sword, the figure of the Jinwu Godbird was cut off directly.

The terrible sharpening knife cut down and snorted, and the Jinwu fire feathers condensed behind him were cut off directly, and the whole person was still dodging and backing away, and was shocked with cold sweat.

"This magic sword ..." Many strong men stared at the sword in the hand of the sword, and the meaning of the sword was far stronger than the state of the sword, like the sword of all demons. When the sword was cut, it was full of violent atmosphere.

Gu Dongliu's opponent is a strong man from the Nanli tribe. His body has a sacred shining light ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ Surrounded by ancient characters, the avenue resonates, the atmosphere soars, and the palm prints burst out. It seems like the sky is falling apart.

Xu Chehan walked to a strong clan of the Shang clan. His body floated towards the other side, and his breath was not strong. The other side saw him enter, a sneer flashed in his eyes, and a bright golden flame flowed in his palm. .

When Xu Chehan arrived, his palm print blasted out and touched Xu Chehan.

"You're looking for death." When Xu Chehan dared to touch him, he spoke coldly, with a strong intention to kill.

When the two palm prints collided together, the horrible hot flame air rushed into Xu Chehan's arm instantly, and even ran forward all the way into Xu Chehan's body.

Xu Chehan snorted, and there was a terrible golden flame in his body that destroyed everything and rushed to his internal organs. His body was shaken directly, and blood was flowing from his mouth.

But at the same time, the other side also exclaimed, looking at his palm.

His flame palm turned black. Soon, his arm was the same. The golden flame and the dark color mixed together, it looked extremely terrifying.

"Poison." The same was true of his face, the golden flame shining into the dark air.

But even more frightening is that he felt that this poisonous technique was intentionally prepared for his fire, and when it caught fire, it dispersed and invaded the five internal organs, six limbs, and all limbs.

Xu Chehan was also uncomfortable. He took out an elixir and fed it directly into the mouth, and then withdrew directly from the battlefield. The breath turned, poisoning turned into a medicine tract, and a healing light shrouded the body to repair the damaged part.

He is certainly not as good as the holy figures selected by the nine major tribes of the Chilong Realm, but his poison is unexpected and enough for the opponent.

The situation on the battlefield is obviously not as expected by the major tribes.

They did not even have any advantage.

Ye Futian didn't even shoot!