The Legend of Futian

Ye Futian's voice and piano sound fell at the same time, and the hearts of the people trembled.

Zhou Mu, who was painting, looked up, and then saw the coming storm of piano sounds. His soul roared, and there was a horrifying spiritual force forward, but it was useless. When the spiritual storm came, everything was destroyed.

His painting was directly swallowed, and the aura between heaven and earth became turbulent and unsettled. Subsequently, Zhou Mu was drowned by the Qin Yin storm, revealing an extremely painful look, like a lone soldier on the battlefield, and killed him by thousands of troops. .

"Hmm ..." A burst of blood spurted out, and Zhou Mu's body was blown out and fell to the ground fiercely.

All of this was born too fast and caught off guard. When Ye Futian's arrogant words were spoken, he directly stood up, as if the battle had ended early, so confident.

Then the people calmed down and looked at the handsome figure in front of them. The wind was blowing and the white clothes were fluttering. The elegant young man who quietly touched the piano before, at this moment, was full of sharpness.

Qin Mo painted the battle of saints.

At that time, he painted the holy devil, and now his disciples have been crushed by a strong force, which is not a close fight as everyone imagines.

Moreover, Ye Futian's realm is lower than Zhou Mu's, and he is defeated across borders.

Also, what does Ye Futian mean?

There have been many rumors in the Donghai Xuegong before. The disciple disciple Ye Futian broke through the palace of Luoluo, was defeated by the painter disciple Zhou Mu, and left the wolf howl. This incident once spread, and I was afraid that Ye Futian would not explain it. However, at this moment, the facts are in front of everyone, and everyone has to doubt the truth of the rumor, just like the rumor that was spent a few months ago.

Zhou Mu's face paled and eased for a moment. Then he stood up and stared at Ye Futian with cold eyes: "It's just a defeat that doesn't determine anything, so what's the point of denying the previous battle?"

Everyone's eyes flashed, Zhou Mu, this is unwilling to admit defeat.

"It's ridiculous." Ye Futian sarcastic: "Under the rumors, do you really think that you have won me at King Luo's Mansion? You know, when I was preparing to end you, King Luo's Mansion was good at attacking the spirit system. You were not ashamed on the spot when the predecessors attacked me secretly. "

Ye Futian's words fell into a sudden uproar. In the palace of Luo King, Ye Futian and Zhou Mu had a surprise attack by elder characters? This is too despicable.

It is said that the figures present at the time were Painting Saint, Lord Luo, and the Vice-President of the Ziwei Palace. If such a thing really happened, wouldn't it be the three people who are most suspect?

That being said, Ye Futian had to leave if he didn't leave.

"Your blood is spitting." Zhou Mu's face became even more ugly when he heard Ye Futian's words, he didn't believe it would be so.

"You are presumptuous." At this time, a voice of cold drinking came out, and saw an old man stepping on the Ziwei Palace. It was Han Mo, the Vice-President of the Ziwei Palace that day.

"Ye Futian, today you win and you win, and you uttered mad words to stigmatize your predecessors, and you have no respect for them." Han Mo Leng whispered.

Ye Futian looked up at Han Mo. Did the old guy finally put away his fake face?

"I naturally know that the person who will strike at sunrise will not be a senior. However, if the senior does not act, it does not mean that other people will not. How can I say that the junior is stigmatizing?" Ye Futian said with a smile. The faces of everyone around him changed. This Ye Futian If yes, it means something.

Han Mo heard his words and stared straight at him like a sword, but saw Ye Futian look up and look at the other side calmly. Now he is very unhappy with Ziwei Palace, and Ziwei Palace feels hypocritical, domineering, and indifferent. .

From acquiescing Mu Yunxuan to hurting fairies with gossip, to not allowing him to set foot in Ziwei Palace; from the tragedy of his teacher who wanted to promote the marriage of interests while standing on the side of Hua Sheng, and now his ambition is expanding to want to hold the East China Sea Academy alone For the rest of his life;

Although he didn't say anything, in fact, a anger has accumulated in his heart, and it exploded today. Therefore, there is a scene at this moment. He stood in front of the Ziwei Palace and challenged Zhou Mu, a general order, as if venting. anger.

"Master Luo and Painting Saint are prestigious predecessors, and the people present at the time were also people with identity. They might sneak in on a arrogant junior?" Han Mo said coldly.

"There were a lot of people at the time. I do n’t know who it was." Ye Futian said lightly, saying, "However, Tianfu Palace is one of the nine palaces of Donghai Xuegong. Two people from the eight-star glory realm joined forces to deal with Wuwu Palace. It ’s strange that a five-star glory disciple can do everything. ”

"This guy ..." Everyone stared at Ye Futian. This is, picking things up, and rolling in Tianfu Palace.

"Your disciples in Wuqu Palace are so arrogant and provocative. It ’s strange that the disciples in Tianfu Palace have taken the lesson naturally." Han Mo continued to say coldly: "It's you, if you despise your seniors today, if you don't say anything, I'm afraid you can't explain it."

"My disciple in Wuqu Palace, when will I tell you what?" A cold voice came at this time. Among the crowd, I saw when Yi Xiang appeared, and he looked up at Han Mo indifferently, and said lightly. "Han Mo, your deputy director of the Ziwei Palace, bullying me a disciple in Wuqu Palace? It's really powerful."

Seeing Han Mo and Yi appear one after the other and confront each other, everyone's hearts can't help trembling, things seem to be a big deal.

"Master of Yigong, haven't you heard your Wuqugong disciples yelled at the elders here to vilify their elders?" Han Mo responded coldly without fear of Yi Xiang.

"Are you slanderous?" Yi Xiang asked Ye Futian looking at him.

Ye Futian smiled and said, "It is very simple to slander. On that day, I fought with Zhou Mu, and the last blow was repelled by the summoned beast drawn by Zhou Mu, and I was slightly disadvantaged. I can try again today."

After all, his eyes fell on Zhou Mu and said lightly: "Although I have made great progress in the past few months, today I will give you enough time to draw the strongest summoning beast. I will not release my soul and attack with pure martial arts. If I can't defeat you, I will be slandered. "

"Really, crazy." The people looked at Ye Futian and allowed Zhou Muhua's strongest summoner to release the strongest attack. He attacked with pure martial arts and defeated Zhou Mu with a single blow. If Zhou Mu is defeated, I am afraid that I will be faceless in the East China Sea Academy.

After all, various voices said that Zhou Mu defeated Ye Futian, and Zhou Mu himself did not deny it.

"What's your opinion?" Yi Xiang looked up at Han Modao.

Han Mo's face was calm, Ye Futian was so crazy, what could he say, looking at Zhou Mu.

I saw Zhou Mu's face was so gloomy and terrible. What a shame Ye Futian said to him.

"Okay." Zhou Mu stepped forward and walked across from Ye Futian. The soul was released, and he crouched on the ground to paint.

Yi Qingxuan stepped forward and took down the harp in front of Ye Futian, so Ye Futian was facing Zhou Mu, who was painting, with a very calm look.

Looking at Ye Futian's calm look, it is difficult for everyone to imagine why he has such confidence, to defeat Zhou Mu with pure martial arts, and let Zhou Mu paint.

Reiki gathered wildly in Zhou Mu's pen. At this moment, he is very serious, and all his spirits seem to be concentrated on painting.

Gradually, everyone saw a lifelike golden dragon appearing on the ground, as if it might suddenly take off.

This golden dragon contains a terrifying aura. The dragon scales are all painted and lifelike. I do n’t know how strong the defense will be. Many people have pinched sweat for Ye Futian, just by martial arts?

Zhou Mu paid no attention to the minds of all the people. He paid full attention to the perfection of every detail. As a holy disciple of painting, his natural talent is undoubtedly unquestionable, only because he encountered Ye Futian, he seemed a bit uncomfortable.

Finally, when Zhou Mu fell for the last time, an extremely huge golden dragon surrounded his body, and the light of Zhou Mu's soul was shrouded over the golden dragon, making the eyes of the dragon extremely strange. Staring at the opposite Ye Futian.

"So strong." The people looked at it from a distance, as if they could feel the horror of the golden dragon.

Ye Futian's expression was as calm as ever, and when he reached out his hand, the golden aura gathered wildly in the palm, the aura solidified, and turned into a huge golden stick. He did not release the spell by virtue of the aura, but he condensed the soldier. Martial arts category.

When Ye Futian shook the palm of his hand, a horrendous war will explode fiercely from him, and the war will be astonishing. An invisible trend will converge towards his body, keep climbing and becoming stronger. The war will be like heaven and earth. Rong, the people only feel that Ye Futian at this moment seems to be the incarnation of a young war god, not forever.

Zhou Mu's body moved and stepped forward. The golden dragon seemed to be attached to him and followed him.

With a loud roar, Zhou Mu growled angrily, and the sacred golden dragon ran away, attacking Ye Futian with unparalleled power.

"Hey." Ye Futian moved, his footsteps trembled, the ground trembled, and a terrifying world seemed to gather on him.

"Go to death." Zhou Mu descended with a roar, and the golden dragon slammed it. The golden stick in Ye Futian's hand danced, the spirit and spirit merged into the heaven and earth, and smashed into the golden dragon.

The first strike of Nine Strikes opened the world.

The golden stick fell on the head of the golden dragon, turning it into the sharpest weapon in the world, splitting the dragon's body directly from the middle, all the way forward.

Everyone's heart trembled, and the young God of War went forward, splitting everything in front of him, even the real dragon.

"Boom." The dragon's body exploded, and the golden stick disappeared, but Ye Futian's hand buckled around Zhou Mu's neck and lifted him in the air.

At this moment, Zhou Mu was ashamed.

Ye Futian looked up slightly ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ looked at Zhou Mu and said lightly: "Last time, how did you defeat me?"

Zhou Mu did not respond and could not respond.

Ye Futian looked at Han Mo again and said calmly: "The so-called genius in Ziwei Palace, but this is the case. After today, there is no dispute over the legend of the Qin magic painting.

The voice fell, Ye Futian threw out his arm and threw Zhou Mu in the direction of Ziwei Palace!

ps: Everyone is happy, I really envy everyone that you have time to rest and celebrate. No trace was scolded today, and you know the code word. Hey, it ’s hurt, it ’s open all year round. Fortunately, there are many brothers. Feel the festive atmosphere!

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