The Legend of Futian

Above Ye Futian’s head, the celestial splendor of the Lingxiao Tower swept down, and the void made a roaring sound, oppressing the space where Ye Futian was. A round of phantoms of the God Tower continued to sweep down, covering the space where Ye Futian was. The branches, leaves, vines and vines of Xiangling Tower were directly wiped out.

The divine splendor is spreading, and the Lingxiao Tower is getting closer and closer, falling from above Ye Futian's head like a towering temple, Ye Futian turns into a sacred tree, the branches and leaves are madly rolling, and the super sword intent is condensed. Infinite Divine Swords gathered, and a huge divine sword appeared in front of Ye Futian.

The infinite sword intent is still blending into the divine sword, the sword light is radiant and flawless.

Ye Futian pointed his finger towards the sky, and suddenly the divine sword pierced upwards, and directly collided with the High Tower. A sword river appeared between the swords of Ye Futian and the High Tower. In this sword river, there is an infinite sword intent that blends into the gods. Among the swords, the land of collision was intertwined with a splendid sword curtain radiating toward the surroundings.

Walking in the void, Ling He glanced over there. With a movement of his mind, he controlled the Great Dao Divine Wheel. The Lingxiao Pagoda continued to rotate. The pagoda's divine brilliance spread from top to bottom, and a dull sound came out, and the sky seemed to be violent. Trembling, the surrounding pagodas appeared, and they were suppressed at the same time. The vast world was the realm of the gods.

Ye Futian's body also seemed to tremble, the divine sword trembled, and the sword curtain fluctuated, but it did not break. The crowd found that the Lingxiao Tower was shaking and rotating on itself, causing a wonderful rhythm between the world and the earth, suppressing and shattering this void. , If the cultivation base is not strong enough, this mood can directly smash the opponent, destroy the **** wheel, and shatter the internal organs.

The branches and leaves of the gods surging crazily, the extremely thick branches and leaves are like ten thousand year vines, winding around the sword curtain, spreading more and more, covering all the space from the surrounding area, and at the same time constantly Roll towards the **** tower between the surrounding heaven and earth.

At this moment, Ye Futian is like the Ten Thousand Years Tree God, giving birth to life.

"Whose avenue field will be stronger?" More and more people noticed the battlefield of the two of them. Both of them are very strong, far better than those of the same realm, especially Ye Futian.

After all, Ling He, the young palace lord of the Lingxiao Palace, has been famous for a long time and is the successor of the giant-level power, but Ye Futian is a figure born not long ago. Although there has been a brilliant battle, no one has seen him personally. Fighting with Yan Dongyang, so most people are holding a wait-and-see attitude. Now it seems that there is no vain person under the reputation and very strong.

However, his sacred tree and kendo sacred wheel are used to resist the suppression of the Lingxiao Pagoda, how to deal with the attack from Linghe deity?

I am afraid that Ye Futian will still be at a disadvantage and it will be very dangerous.

The fighting spirit on Ling He, who walked towards Ye Futian step by step, became stronger and stronger, and an astonishing turbulence had formed around him. His golden eyes stared at Ye Futian. At this moment, those eyes were deep. , With a sense of coldness.

Ye Futian is good at swords. The sword is used to resist the High Tower. How to deal with his gun?

The golden sharp spear in his hand swallowed terrible spear lights. As he approached Ye Futian, his arm moved back, and suddenly centered on his body, countless spear shadows appeared in the surrounding world.

Before the gun was released, an astonishing spear intent erupted and turned into a golden beam of light to shoot straight at Ye Futian, but Ling He naturally understood that it was impossible to hurt Ye Futian by his spear intent, but he wanted to pick him up. It's not that easy.

"Brother Ye be careful." Ling He's forward footsteps stopped at this moment, and people stopped, but the momentum climbed to the limit, golden divine brilliance diffused from him, and he was wearing a golden battle shirt. For a moment, it is like a **** of war.

"Lingxiao Palace's Lingxi Spear, be careful." A voice passed into Ye Futian's eardrums, reminding him that this voice was the voice of Lei Chai Tianzun. At this time, Ye Futian was in a somewhat unfavorable situation, and Ling Xi The marksmanship moved the East China Region, and the Palace Master of the High Heaven Palace had few rivals in the East China Region with the Lingxiao Tower and Lingxi Spear. His strength was super strong. If Ye Futian was careless, he might be killed by one shot.

"Thank you senior for reminding." Ye Futian responded, making Lei Chi Tianzun show a strange color, looking at the trapped Ye Futian from a distance, this guy still has the heart to respond to him, it seems that there is more power?

Maybe everyone underestimated him?

Wait and see.

Everyone is staring at Ling He, the Lingxi Spear is swift and invincible, and the battle can often be ended in an instant. The suppression of the Lingxiao Tower, the Lingxi Spear Technique, the dual powers complement each other, and they are not beneficial.

This time, dealing with this famous descendant of Dongxian Island, there shouldn't be much suspense.

At this moment, countless illusory figures and infinite gun shadows appeared between the heavens and the earth, and Ling He's body moved.

The crowd only saw a spear light, and a golden spear shadow appeared between him and Ye Futian. There was only an afterimage left where he was.

Lingxi spear, a shock, all gods and ghosts are destroyed.

"boom!"

A loud noise came out, and the Lingxi spear stabbed an extremely hard object, and the terrifying golden divine glory bloomed in front of Ye Futian. At this moment, Ye Futian was surrounded by an infinitely huge idol, and the violent elephant sound was transmitted. Out, there are two hands holding the slaying gun.

"God Wheel!"

Everyone was slightly surprised when they saw this scene, Ye Futian's another avenue **** wheel, a towering idol.

Ling He glanced at Ye Futian indifferently, and a shrill sound came out, and the overwhelming golden divine brilliance erupted from him, and the sharp spear continued to move forward and pierced into the body of the idol. The sound was particularly harsh, and it was about to break open. Ye Futian's avenue **** wheel.

However, at this moment, Ling He saw a pair of extremely terrifying eyes, and an extreme chill rushed directly into his eye pupils, desiring to freeze the soul. At the same time, his body also felt chill, very cold. , Cold into the bone marrow.

Everyone was shocked to discover that the sacred tree domain had already enveloped the world, and an extreme frost airflow enveloped this domain. At this time, everything exploded, the extreme cold, everything would be frozen and turned into absolute Zero degrees.

Ling He felt that even his spear, his body, and blood would be frozen, everything seemed to become slow, his heart was beating, how could this be?

What is this ability.

Ye Futian, have been waiting for him here?

Using the divine sword to resist the Lingxiao Tower, as if trying his best, just to wait for him to kill him close?

At this moment, Ye Futian's eyes were extremely cold, with a bit of icy killing intent. He stared at Ling Xiao and let out a loud roar. Accompanied by Dadao Sanskrit, this space was enveloped by a wave of Buddhism sound, the law of Vajrayana, so close. The distance, shock and kill the soul.

Ling He only felt the divine soul tremble, and he suffered the invasion of the power of the lunar yin and the attack of the vajra vomiting law. He felt that the divine soul was about to collapse and shatter, and his whole person was a little unconscious.

This heavy attack was like a trap, waiting for him to break in and throw himself into the net.

The people outside were also shocked by this sudden scene. The continuous burst of multiple abilities in a short moment was unprepared. Everyone thought it would be Ling He suppressing Ye Futian, but they did not expect the situation to happen directly between the lightning and the stone. After an astonishing reversal, Ye Futian seemed to be there waiting for Ling He.

"His ability is so strong, many avenues..." Someone was amazed and quite shocked. It was rumored that Ye Futian defeated Yan Dongyang by the sword. The world thought that Ye Futian was best at kendo, but he did not expect that he was good at multiple dao.

Ye Futian stared at Ling He, and the killing intent in his pupils made no secret of it.

At this moment, Ye Futian raised his palm and slammed forward, like a sound shook the sky, the huge palm slapped down, Ling He sensed a strong crisis, and his body burst out with golden glory. Countless phantom figures appeared.

"Om..." The long spear in his hand also burst out with an astonishing light, as if countless ghosts shot out at the same time, and they were able to continue fighting.

There was a violent and violent sound, Ling He moved, the overwhelming fighting intent on his body made him break free of the chill, and it seemed that endless spear shadows erupted from his body, and the Lingxiao Tower above also released the strongest pressure.

When the gun shadow swept past, his body moved. He wanted to evacuate this space, but the chill affected his speed. Countless branches and leaves rolled over here, and the avenue area closed the space, Ye Futian pointed his finger forward, the great sword intent came out, annihilating the space.

"open!"

Ling He yelled loudly, and the Lingxi spear was as fast as lightning. He broke through the avenue and rushed out. The next moment, his body flew backwards, covered in blood, there seemed to be sword marks on his body, and blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

"Om!"

Ye Futian's figure was killed directly, Ling He saw his figure like lightning, a terrible light appeared in the sky, the Lingxi spear was like thunder, and it collided with the sword that Ye Futian killed, and his body was shaken out again, and he stretched out his hand With a catch, the sharp spear flew back.

"Okay." Ye Futian still wanted to move forward, but suddenly a few people appeared in front of him. As the voice fell, they directly raised their hands to attack, and the phantom of the terror pagoda appeared, suppressing Fangtian.

With a loud bang, Ye Futian's body was shocked and flew back. The people who shot were two high-ranking emperors.

Ye Futian stopped and didn’t move forward. Although Ling He was despicable, his strength was indeed very strong, and there were people from the Lingxiao Palace. It was not realistic for him to kill Linghe, but his heart The anger was still burning, unable to calm down.

"Awesome." Ye Futian glanced at the strong man in the Lingxiao Palace and said coldly. The people in the Lingxiao Palace felt dull on their faces, and Ling He's eyes were gloomy, making it hard to see the extreme.

In this battle, he was defeated unexpectedly, with an extremely gorgeous killing, an astonishing blow, everything was so perfect, he thought it would be a crushing battle without suspense, but the ending seemed like an idea, the white-haired man The emperor suddenly counterattacked with an absolutely strong posture, killing him by surprise.

He Linghe was defeated by a practitioner who was not as good as him. This was a huge blow to him!