The Legend of Futian

Ye Futian is still playing the piano, the high-pitched piano sound gradually becomes low, and the emperor's intention on his body is dispersed.

Finally, the music stopped with a beating of notes.

Ye Futian slowly raised his head, his gaze was looking towards the Qianshan twilight, his white clothes were like snow, his hair was spotless, his eyes were like stars, and his handsome face seemed more bright now.

At the end of my life, I am facing the sky, and if there is a storm, I will become an emperor.

The vast endless void accompanied by the disappearance of the rhythm suddenly became extremely quiet, and countless eyes stared at the two figures on the battle platform.

Qian Shan twilight looked at the broken Guther, as if still unwilling to believe that he would lose.

Dong Hua Zong did not believe it and could not accept it.

Qin Mengruo's face was pale. Her man was defeated by Ye Futian in terms of rhythm.

Hua Qingqing's clear beautiful eyes looked at the handsome white figure. What she noticed was not Ye Futian's victory, but the piano music played by Ye Futian and the artistic conception in the music. He did not use the sound of the piano to start the spell. Attack, but just express a mood with the rhythm, perseverance, growing from a teenager, to the incarnation of the emperor, Ling Yuntiandi.

The mood of his piano sounds continued to grow, until he completely crushed Qianshan Mu.

Perhaps his accomplishments in melody may not be better than Qian Shanmu, but the world he feels from his piano sounds is more vast than Qian Shanmu's world.

Even the people in the academy were shocked by the results of this battle, especially Tang Ye and Su Muge who had previously satirized Ye Futian. When they saw the disciples around the academy, they only felt hot on their faces.

For the rest of his life, he felt that this should be taken for granted. Only he had a blind trust in Ye Futian. He looked at Tang Ye with the same cold look, and said coldly: "I used to be on the top of the Mirror Mountain in the ancient and ancient world. Shameless? "

Tang Ye froze, staring at the rest of his life, his face embarrassed.

"Is he able to understand his world? In the future, you better shut up." The rest of his life opened coldly, and the wild eyes were threatening.

Tang Ye gritted his teeth and threatened him for the rest of his life?

But for the rest of his life, he didn't pay attention to his thoughts at all, and turned his eyes after saying that sentence, and ignored Tang Ye's existence.

The crowds of vast space gradually heard low voices.

"Qianshan Mu was defeated."

I don't know who said a voice, and the crowd burst into an uproar.

Qian Shanmu, who is known as the first person of the Eastern Wasteland's younger melody, was defeated in the melody, so can he still be called the first person?

The eyes of Tianjiao among the major forces fell on Ye Futian. Although Ye Futian's realm is slightly lower, the realm will sooner or later rise.

Thatched cottage, there will be another Gu Dongliu-like figure.

Dong Huazong's two evils, Lu Nantian defeated Gu Dongliu, Qian Shanmu defeated in Ye Futian's hands.

Dong Huazong was defeated in the frontal battle with thatched cottage.

Ye Futian wrapped Guqin in his package. He didn't rush and didn't ridicule Qian Shanmu's defeat.

Beating the opponent with the rhythm is the best response in itself, and all words are pale and weak.

"What song did you play?" Qian Shanmu looked up at this moment and looked at Ye Futian.

What he played was the Holy Music, the Voice of the Saint, which was extremely difficult to play. It was even more difficult to show his artistic conception, but he could do it, but he was still defeated.

Ye Futian looked up at Qian Shanmu and said, "I play at will, I don't know what it is."

Having said that, he turned and raised his feet, ready to leave.

Qian Shanmu's face froze, showing a slight embarrassment. Ye Futian said that he played casually.

"Although you are victorious, why are you so hypocritical." Ye Futian's musical accomplishments are very high, and he naturally admits, but Ye Futian said that he played at will, deliberately humiliating him?

Ye Futian stopped, smiled, and said, "What are rhythms? Although they can be used in battle, they are given to them by spiritual attacks. The true rhythm lies in the rhythm itself. It is pure and communicates with the mind. You say I do n’t understand the rhythm, I do n’t really understand it, but do you really understand? ”

After all, Ye Futian continued to raise his footsteps, and Qian Shan's eyes were frozen.

Do you really understand

At this moment, Qian Shanmu was skeptical of herself.

He lowered his head, looking at the broken string, and was thinking, his mind seemed to have taken a big hit.

At this moment, a beautiful figure came to his side. She saw Qian Shanmu's struggle and questioned herself. This was her man. She didn't want to see Qian Shanmu.

"He is deliberately attacking your state of mind." Qin Mengruo said to Qian Shanmu: "Your rhythm is not weaker than anyone. If you don't defend with a magic weapon, victory already belongs to you. He can't resist your rhythm attack. "

Qian Shanmu looked up and looked at his wife Qin Mengruo.

She is still that kind of beauty. Her noble and beautiful eyes have strong faith and trust in him.

The two eyes were opposite, Qian Shanmu's eyes gradually restored a ray of confidence.

As the pride of Donghua Zongtian, he has his own excellence. No matter his mood or his will, he is extraordinary.

Just because this battle hit him so much, he lost to Ye Futian in the realm of law in his best rhythm, and he represents Dong Huazong, Ye Futian represents thatched cottage, and everyone thinks he will When he crushed Ye Futian, he lost, and for a while it was unbearable.

"and many more."

At this moment, a sudden voice came out, Ye Futian's footsteps stopped again, and he looked back, looking towards the East Qin Academy.

The speaker was Qin Li, the defeat of Qian Shan Mu, which hit the East Qin Academy a lot.

If Ye Futian is left with victory in this way, no matter who they challenge, they will not be able to recover the losses of this battle.

"Since you still insist that you don't understand the rhythm, what are you good at?" Qin left his mouth and asked.

Conquered Qianshan Mu on the melody, but claimed that he did not understand the melody, which is naturally hypocritical.

In that case, he would ask, what is Ye Futian good at?

"What do you want to do?" Ye Futian looked at Qin Li and asked with a smile.

"Budo, good at it?" Qin Li asked.

"OK," Ye Futian responded.

"Qin Mang."

Qin Li shouted, and suddenly a figure came forward. The person's body was not as burly as the rest of his life, but standing there gave him a very powerful feeling. His eyes were sharp and his eyes looked like Ye Futian. A terrible monster, full of wild breath.

Qin Mang embarked on the martial arts battle platform. He is the descendant of the royal blood of the Qin Dynasty. There are five dragon veins in his body, and martial arts talent is amazing.

His cultivation is the peak of the French phase.

"Qin Mang, the cultivation of the state of the law, the main martial arts, challenge you with martial arts, do you fight?" Qin Li looked at Ye Futian.

Everyone's eyes flashed, and they naturally understood that some of the great powers of some of the descendent characters with strong talents in the Qin Dynasty also knew that this Qin Mang, a descendant of the Qin Dynasty bloodline, had five dragon veins in his body, and martial arts talent was superb.

Moreover, he is in the realm of law. In this way, the disciple disciple Ye Futian, he has no reason to use the magic weapon?

Although Ye Futian's realm is necessarily lower than Qin Mang, but he is a thatched disciple. He has attracted much attention. Isn't it normal to be low in battle?

Qin Li used this to try to defeat Ye Futian with Qin Mang to prove something.

"Are you sure you want to challenge by martial arts?" Ye Futian glanced at Qin Li.

Qin Li looked at the frivolous meaning in Ye Futian's eyes, his eyebrow flashed, and said, "Natural."

Ye Futian glanced at Qin Li with a smile, then he walked back to the cottage, handed the guqin package to the rest of his life, then turned around and walked towards the martial arts battle platform.

Numerous eyes moved with Ye Futian's figure, and being able to defeat Qianshan Mu with a rhythm means that Ye Futian is a spiritual destiny mage, but Qin Li challenges the martial arts.

In his mouth, what kind of accomplishment does Ye Futian, who has never proven himself, have in martial arts?

On the platform, Ye Futian looked at Qin Mang and said, "Are you ready?"

His voice was casual and frivolous, Qin Mang stared at him, and said coldly, "OK."

As the words fell, a wild breath was released wildly on his body, and there were faint shadows of dragons, and not only one dragon shadow, but five heads.

Suddenly, the breath on Qin Mang's body was terrible. The emperor dragon was determined to run, the five dragons surrounded him, and a faint voice of dragon came out.

He, who was at the peak of the French phase, opened his five dragon veins at www.ltnovel.com, and his combat effectiveness is absolutely amazing.

At this time, a stick appeared in Ye Futian's hands, and he was born with aura of energy. He held it in his hands at will, a momentum that bloomed from his body instantly, and became stronger and stronger.

"Boom." The battle platform trembled, Qin Mang's footsteps stepped, True Dragon's bodyguards, Long Xiao's bursts, and Five Dragons circling. At this moment, Qin Mang flew in the air, not for a lifetime. Behind him, as if a statue of the dragon appeared Like a totem.

Ye Futian's body moved, and he ran out towards the front. He flew up in the air at any time. His body fluttered and hovered in the void, and the momentum became stronger and stronger, approaching Qin Mang directly.

As it is a battle of martial arts, it is naturally a resistance.

"Roar ..." There seemed to be a long howling sound, and the void shuddered. Qin Mang and the five true dragons slain with anger. The flying Ye Futian seemed extremely small and vulnerable.

But the momentum on Ye Futian was getting stronger and stronger.

Finally, Long Ying descended and blasted away towards Ye Futian, but saw his body spinning down, and the long stick in his hand slashed out towards the real dragon.

Nine strikes in the sky, open up the world.

At this moment, a huge stick figure appeared between the heavens and the earth, everyone saw Ye Futian rushed into the dragon shadow, and then a loud noise.

They saw that Long Ying was split open from the middle, and Ye Futian's long stick directly banged on Qin Mang's body.

The next moment, Qin Mang's body flew directly to the direction of the crowd of the East Qin Academy, and with a loud noise, it fell to the ground, right in front of Qin Li.

Vulnerable.

Ye Futian's figure floated down, and the long stick had disappeared from his hand. He glanced at Qin Li and smiled, "The genius of the Qin Dynasty, is this strength?"

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