The Legend of Futian

"Good sword. [WWw., New, thinking, road, Chinese, text, net,]"

The surrounding people looked dignified. At this moment in the market space, many people around were geniuses of Tai Xuancheng. They were extraordinary in strength, but they still felt a little shocked when they saw Ye Futian's sword.

The sword born in the shape of the sword seal condenses an extremely powerful Kendo will in it, as if it has the soul of a sword soul, breaking the enemy in an instant, the power is extremely overbearing.

The immaculate sacred figure with whom he was with him couldn't show his strength at all, so he was defeated with a sword.

The princess of the moon stared at Ye Futian's figure, and as her sister said, the person's sword was very strong. Although she had not shown the speed she heard, the power was already very scary. The light of Kendo Flowing around the body, Ye Futian at this moment is like a sword body, and the sword soul appears behind him, that is his life soul.

This is a very pure Kendo practitioner.

The moonlight flowed on Luo Yue, and she was eager to try. She wanted to see Ye Futian's strength, but saw Deng Hu and Lin Yuan next to her taking a half-step forward, and said to her, "Master, let's try His sword. "

Deng Hu and Lin Yuan are both in the Nirvana sacred realm. They are extremely powerful, and they practice under the main gate of Tai Xuancheng City. They have a lot of powerful exercises and classics.

Nowadays, when it comes to dealing with a flawless holy man, it is actually a bit bullying, but the strength of this sword repair is really strong, everyone sees that Nirvana characters may not be able to beat him.

The setting moon hesitated, and nodded, Deng Hu stepped forward, came to the void, and faced Ye Futian directly. He had a very strong pressure on him, as if he could feel his presence across the space. overbearing.

"Deng Hu, the main city of the city, bullied you with my realm and played against you, but your sword is really strong, so I have to learn." Deng Hu said, taking off the big axe on his back, Holding a tomahawk in his hand, he resisted casually on his shoulders.

An invisible storm blew up suddenly, raging in the void, as sharp as a blade, making every inch of skin feel like a knife, and many people around felt cold all over. At the level of sacred realm, there are not many people who can defeat him in Tai Xuancheng, let alone the flawless sacred realm. There has never been such a battle before. Only he crosses the realm to challenge others. Who can fight Deng Hu across the realm?

"Are you ready?" Deng Hu asked Ye Futian, his voice harsh and overbearing.

"Please." Ye Futian said. The disciples in the main palace of Taixuan City are already extraordinary characters. His master is Taixuan Taoist.

With the arm on his shoulders forward, Deng Hu's figure continued to move upwards. Suddenly, a terrible storm blew from heaven and earth. The meaning of these storms became a tangible entity, like a handle. Able to cut the line of space and scrape away towards Ye Futian.

The sword prints around Ye Futian's body swept out, and with his body as the center, a storm of swords formed. The two extremely constrained forces converged and collided, making a very sharp and harsh noise.

The storm was getting stronger and stronger, and instantly wiped out this world. The stone pillar on which Ye Futian stood was completely covered by the storm. The sword mark could not stop the storm from invading. Deng Hu took a step down. One step seems to contain an extremely overbearing way to suppress the power. It is not only that. The physical storm is sharper than the sword. It cuts the void and wants to smash Ye Futian's body.

If at this moment there is an ordinary Holy Land character standing in the storm, he will really be killed directly.

"Aren't you ready to shoot?" Deng Hu seemed to have been giving Ye Futian a chance to take the initiative to attack, but saw that Ye Futian was not in a hurry, and his sword encircled the whole body, resisting the force of the storm. Within the storm.

I saw Deng Hu's left hand stretched out, and he suddenly shook the space, banged, and a dull sound broke out in the sky. Ye Futian ’s space seemed to be squeezed by the storm, and the terrible storm was raging. His body was torn into pieces. There was an extremely domineering doctrine suppressing his body.

"Om." The sword soul behind him screamed, and numerous sword marks surrounded the sword body. The sword transformed by the sword soul became sharper and sharper. It transformed into a giant sword, piercing the space.

"Cut." Ye Futian uttered a voice, Jian Yi cut off, split the storm, and saw countless sword prints moving straight forward, turning into countless kendo airflows, and directly killing Deng Hu in the void.

Deng Hu smiled, and there is no false person under the prestige. This person caused the movement here and it is naturally not a simple character.

With his arms forward, the tomahawk is wrapped in a terrible storm. There are countless storms surrounding the tomahawk on the sky. Each storm is like an extension of the tomahawk. This tomahawk is not a high-level **** soldier. The weapon, which became famous in the hands of Deng Hu, was called the Storm Tomahawk.

Countless storms lingered on the battle axe. Deng Hu stared at Ye Futian and split an axe, opened it with one axe, and directly collided with the sword cut by Ye Futian, and instantly destroyed his sword by his overbearing meaning. Come, we can see how powerful it is.

Ye Futian put his hands together, the sword was ahead, and countless sword imprints turned into one. At this moment, the sword strength was extremely strong. From his body, all the sword lights burst out, killing the storm in the void.

"go with."

Ye Futian let go, and a sharp, harsh sound came out, and the sword was reaching its limit, breaking the light of the Tomahawk and killing Deng Hu in the void.

Seeing this scene, Deng Hu showed a strange color. His footsteps slammed into the void, his body spun, and he smashed out with a single axe. The countless storm light at this moment all turned into an indomitable axe. To that sword and Ye Futian.

The tomahawk and the giant sword collided together, and a terrible light of destruction radiated out. At the next moment, the sword dissipated directly, as if decomposed into countless swords in an instant, cutting off the void like a sword array and killing Deng Hu. go with.

Any sword is approaching its limit, as if it contains the meaning of space and directly cuts across him into the void.

"Om!" A sword light ran across the neck. He felt chilly, screamed, and the tomahawk began to spin in his hands. The lights of countless tomahawks slashed all existence, but those swords seemed to have eyes, exactly. Be able to avoid, continue to kill each other, endless.

"Is his sword so powerful?" Someone was shocked.

It was the Deng Hu, the Holy Spirit of the Storm, a disciple of the master of Tai Xuancheng.

Many people glanced at Ye Futian, and his whole person seemed to be in a sword curtain. This sword curtain was in the shape of a sword, which covered him just to see him close his eyes. The vast world resonated. At this moment, around The swords on Jian Xiu's body were trembling, as if they were out of control, and the sword qi in Jian Xiu's body was heading there.

Not only here, but also in many places in the marketplace, accompanied by a flicker of shadows, they felt extremely surprised in this scene.

With a roar, I saw Deng Hu spinning in the void, and the sky and the ground were cut, and many sword marks were directly smashed into nothingness.

He glanced at Ye Futian. As a nirvana in the nirvana, he was a disciple of the master of the city. This battle seemed to make him a little disgraceful.

Even if Ye Futian's talent is superb, he should be able to easily crush it to be worthy of his identity.

The storm tomahawk was lifted by the palm of the hand. At this moment, thousands of storms of light shone like lightning in the sky. Many people's hearts beat, and before Deng Hu's axe was split, they felt the majesty of its temperament. Strong.

"Deng Hu is afraid to release the means of extinction." Many people's hearts are beating. If this axe is cut, I don't know how strong it will be.

Ye Futian looked up at the void. He looked as usual and still calm. The sword soul appeared directly in the sword of his hands, and he swallowed thousands of swords.

"laugh……"

Deng Hu's axe was cut down, and a light appeared on the sky, a line, from top to bottom, to the place where Ye Futian was.

"Breaking the soul."

A voice came out of Ye Futian's mouth, and his sword came out to break his soul.

Above the void, a line and a sword collide with each other, like a confrontation between an axe and a sword.

"Go again." Ye Futian spit out his voice, and there was another sword in his body, walking through the air.

"Om, hum, hum!"

The sword continued to break through the air, and this void seemed to be crushed and crushed to the extreme.

Bang bang.

Many Taoism collapsed and shattered. The light of the Tomahawk was shattered and destroyed. With a loud noise, the huge axe light also collapsed. Deng Hu's battle axe was cut again, but at the moment the battle axe was cut, he only felt that Wan Jian passed through his body, his spirit trembled violently, and countless swords penetrated it.

"Om."

The crowd saw a flash of light, Ye Futian's figure came, his palm was shot on the sword, a sword light directly pierced the void, Deng Hu snorted, and his body was shaken out.

"Deng Hu was defeated." Others saw this look all changed, their hearts were shocked, their bodies were impulsive, and they were eager to try. Is this person's combat strength so strong?

It was like feeling the response of the people, Ye Futian in the void was condensed with his hands. At this moment, the avenue was empty, as if the sword was everywhere, making them feel that there was a real sword power everywhere.

A stalk sword condensed directly in the void and appeared around Ye Futian's body, hanging upside down in the sky.

Along with Ye Futian's thoughts, he suddenly pointed to the strong, and everyone felt the pressure of the soul.

"I have a sword, it's enough." Ye Futian said, his sword sounded like a sword. At the moment the voice fell, everyone felt countless swords descended on his body, and then the real sword came. to.

At this moment, even the strong in the nirvana realm, they gathered together a strong force to resist this sword.

"Boom, boom, boom ..." This sword rushed to everyone, including the moon, and saw the towering sword power around the moon, she also repaired the sword.

However, when Ye Futian's sword came, she felt passed by Wan Jian.

"puff!"

With a moan, the image of the sword penetrated her body, and her thoughts disappeared.

Not only her, many people disappeared from the place, Ye Futian's figure also disappeared.