The Legend of Futian

Numerous eyes gazed at the suspended Ye Futian. At this moment, he was too gorgeous.

Ye Futian's appearance was already handsome. Now the golden-winged roc bird appears behind him, giving birth to wings, as if bathed in the light of God. His hand is holding a golden stick, full of sense of power.

Maybe, if he is full of strength, he can really cross the three realms and fight against the genius of Muweixuan in Ziwei Palace. Many people think secretly.

Mu Yunxuan's golden eyes stared at Ye Futian coldly. Then, his life soul appeared like a golden monster cat.

The eyes of this demon cat are even more weird than Mu Yunxuan, making people feel uncomfortable when staring at others.

The golden storm converged in front of Mu Yunxuan and turned into a slender golden sword, whistling around Mu Yunxuan's body. This is not an ordinary metallic spell, but an extremely incomparable metallic aura. Powerful control.

Mu Yunxuan's main occupation is the destiny mage of the spiritual department. His spiritual power controls metal auras more than ordinary people. Even the metal mage in the glorious realm of nine stars has no control over gold auras.

With this powerful control, Mu Yunxuan didn't even practice martial arts. He didn't need to have both metal attack and defense.

"Mu Yunxuan's strength is definitely getting colder and colder. Can Ye Futian compete with him?" Seeing Mu Yunxuan's release of power, many people have no confidence in Ye Futian again. The metallic storm is too terrible. Now, the slender golden sword that surrounds him is controlled by Mu Yunxuan like a plaything.

In the direction of the Ziwei Palace, Han Mo looked at all this coldly. Ye Futian's talents naturally looked in his eyes, but since he wanted to stand on the opposite side of the Ziwei Palace, he had to get rid of it. This naturally saves a lot of trouble.

"You begged to die, I have to fulfill you." Mu Yunxuan said coldly, his voice dropped, and the slender sharp swords swirling around his body whistled to kill Ye Futian, Wan Jianqi, far better than The sword painted by Zhou Mu is powerful, after all, the realm of the two is very different.

The golden stick in Ye Futian's hand was dancing, stepping out of the void, suddenly a powerful power burst out, and then he saw his wings fluttering behind him, and went straight into the sky like a golden lightning.

"Huh." Mu Yunxuan snorted, his golden eyes looked up into the air, and suddenly those sharp swords turned to hunt and kill Ye Futian. Although he did not practice the wind, he was not afraid of the mage who could fly.

Ye Futian's speed is extremely fast, and his body is extremely gorgeous, like a real golden-winged roc bird. He spins quickly in the air, but the golden sword chases after him.

At the same time, Ye Futian's gathering momentum was getting stronger and stronger, an equally appalling golden storm followed his body, and the golden stick in his hands became thicker and thicker.

"When are you going to escape?" Mu Yunxuan said coldly. As soon as his voice fell, he saw Ye Futian's figure appearing right above him. Fei Xuan's body no longer dodged, but holding a huge golden stick. , Slashing directly into the sky, at this moment, the void seemed to tremble, and the world changed its color.

The crowd seemed to be unable to see Ye Futian's figure. In their eyes, there was only the shadow of a stick that swept the ground, sweeping away everything.

The endless sharp sword broke through the air. However, under the shadow of the stick, everything had to be wiped out. The sharp sword was split directly. Mu Yunxuan looked up and saw Ye Futian killing with endless power. As a result, the eyes of the demon cat behind him became more demon.

The incredibly violent golden aura turned into a huge sword. Mu Yunxuan's eyes glowed with a terrible golden mang, angrily screaming: "Kill."

The words fell, and the golden sword slayed towards the void, trying to chop the void.

"Bang ..." A loud bang, the stick and the sword collided together, and saw that the golden sword that killed the void was directly smashed, and an extremely violent might shook Mu Yunxuan's body, but Ye Futian's The attack was also blocked and stopped in the void.

However, that power is still there.

The golden wings flickered, Ye Futian's body twirled. Suddenly, the general trend climbed up again, more than before.

Feeling this scene, Mu Yunxuan's look changed again. He stretched out his hands, the endless golden storm swept through, turned into a brilliant golden pattern, blocked in front of him, at the same time, the endless golden silk thread cut the space and continued to kill To Ye Futian, offense and defense are one.

Ye Futian's look was as indifferent as ever, his wings flickered, his body spun, his footsteps stepped forward into the void, and then turned into lightning. He then slid towards Mu Yunxuan again, and thousands of silk wounds killed him. However, there appeared to be a wave around Ye Futian. Layer of golden light curtain, airtight.

Eventually, Ye Futian's body came, and Tianxing's nine strikes came out, sweeping away everything.

"boom!"

The golden pattern exploded directly, and an incomparable might blow on Mu Yunxuan's body, making his body slide back uncontrollably.

At this moment, everyone's eyes have changed, showing a shocking expression.

What kind of martial arts combat technique this is, ignoring everything, sweeping the world, as if sticking out, all the enemies blocking in front of them must wipe out Dangping, and no one is allowed to exist.

At this moment, Ye Futian truly transformed into a **** of war. The golden storm blowing around his body made people tremble. After the first two hits, the momentum not only did not decay, but continued to climb and become more powerful.

Feeling the amount of violent violence gathered by Ye Futian at this moment, the people in Ziwei Palace have all changed their face, no longer confident, and even Han Mo's face has become a little embarrassed.

Ye Futian's second stick is obviously stronger than the first one, and he is still gaining momentum. If there is a stronger one, Mu Yunxuan can't stop it.

"Om." Ye Futian, who had the potential to move forward again, was even more appalling in power. Mu Yunxuan's face was pale, he screamed angrily, the endless metallic aura turned into a gold spell, and a huge and ancient bell came to him His body shrouded in it, this time he did not attack again, but chose the defense completely.

Ye Futian's body rushed, and then he was bombarded for the third time without any hesitation. When the golden stick struck the ancient bell, a bell sounded, followed by a broken sound, and then, by Mu Yunxuan With a scream, the stick broke through his golden bell and banged directly on his body, knocking him to the ground, his body gliding on the ground, blood spit out in his mouth, and there was no blood on his face.

Obviously, the combat power has been lost.

"This ..." Everyone trembled inside, too violent. The young figure, angry at the crown, turned into a young God of War, and the momentum seemed to kill anyone who stood in front of him.

"It's strong." At this moment, there is blood burning in many people's bodies.

At this moment, many people remembered the words of Hua Jieyu. She said that Mu Yunxuan was not worthy of being compared with the people she likes. Many people questioned: Is there such an excellent person in Donghai Xuegong? Perhaps this is because Hua Jieyu likes each other.

But at this time, when Hua Jieyu's favorite person was facing Mu Yunxuan, and he crushed each other with unstoppable force across the three realms, the talents understood that there was no exaggeration in Hua Jieyu's words. Mu Yunxuan, whether it was Talent or strength is not worthy of being compared with Ye Futian.

Probably there are only such peerless characters to be qualified to stand with fairy characters like Huajieyu.

When Ye Futian stepped towards Mu Yunxuan, many people in Ziwei Palace changed their faces.

This battle, but life and death battle, Mu Yunxuan agreed.

Mu Yunxuan supported the ground and looked up at Ye Futian. The corners of his mouth were all blood. He looked extremely gazed, staring at Ye Futian, "Here is Ziwei Palace, how dare you murder?"

"Kneeling down and apologizing, I spare you my life." Ye Futian looked at Mu Yunxuan coldly.

Mu Yunxuan's expression was so embarrassing that he knelt down and apologized?

"Are you arrogant enough?" I saw Han Mo stepping forward, a powerful power released, watching Ye Futian coldly.

"This is a battle of life and death, did the seniors see it?" Ye Futian looked up at Han Mo.

"Here is the Ziwei Palace." Han Mo said coldly, Ye Futian suddenly laughed, and ironically said: "If Mu Yunxuan wins, you must want me to die."

Han Mo did not speak, this is natural.

Mu Yunxuan saw Master come forward, and a cold smile flashed in his eyes: "You can't kill me, Ye Futian, do you think there will be a good end with that bitch?"

Ye Futian looked down at him. Mu Yunxuan's smile was a little crazy. Obviously, today's defeat had greatly stimulated him. He lowered his voice and said, "The **** looks so good, and it will definitely become a plaything for others in the future. . "

"You're looking for death." The palm of the hand was slightly hard, Ye Futian clenched the stick in his hand, then raised his hand as if it might fall at any time.

"Teacher." Mu Yunxuan looked back at Han Mo, only to see Han Mo take another step forward ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ said coldly: "Ye Futian, do you want to die?"

I saw Ye Futian's left hand in his arms, took out an ancient order, and then threw it to Han Mo.

Han Mo frowned, took it over, then his face suddenly changed, and he whispered, "Sangling."

"Zuo Xiang said, seeing Lingru seeing him, this battle is a life-and-death battle, and the Seventh Palace of Donghai Xuegong witnessed it. Now, I take his life." Ye Futian's hands fell down with a golden stick, Mu Yunxuan revealed Looking horrified, looking at the falling golden stick, at this moment, many thoughts came to mind, opened his mouth, wanted to say something, but there was no chance.

"Bang ..." A voice came out, and the golden stick fell and hit Mu Yunxuan's head.

(End of this chapter)

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