The Legend of Futian

All the nine strong men have refined countless philosophies. This is an external force. With this external force, they can exert a destructive power far beyond their own realm.

羲 婵 The power of the sun's fire at this moment is not the same as when she fought with Xia Qingyu.

Ye Futian's space is like the real fireball of the sun. The flames destroy the flames and kill him. His body melts the furnace tripod, submerging the body in the flame. When the Taoism kills, it is swallowed up by the furnace tripod. Strain it away so that it does not touch the body.

The sun seemed to explode, and the force of destruction drowned the void and buried Ye Futian in it.

Ye Futian's body was surrounded by ancient characters, and the same conditions were released to the extreme. Many thoughts merged into fire, turned into a furnace, a furnace for the avenue, and the sun's fire drowned, and buried him. Among them, people outside could barely see Ye Futian's body, only flames.

The fiery storm swept the world, but the people around him stood steadily. There was no weak person in the presence.

The terrible storm was gradually extinguished, I stared forward, and the main road furnace was still there, Ye Futian's body was looming in it, making Yi's face slightly embarrassed. Not only did she invade Ye Futian's many ways Injured him, but was smashed by the opponent.

All the people around looked at Ye Futian, and there was a slight wave in his heart. The terrible hearth surrounds Ye Futian's body, refining the power of heaven and earth, and all kinds of methods.

This method must be very arrogant.

No wonder he can come here, it seems that his practice can be used in the flames, and in the process of refining the flames, it is also very tyrannical.

There was a peculiar color flashing in the eyes of Wu's strong man. It seems that Zhu's choice of them may be underestimated.

Even in the flames, he was strong.

Puppet incarnates the Jiuyang Sacred Body. Jiuyang blends into her body, like a goddess of the sun, bathing in fire. She rushes out and rushes away towards Ye Futian. The spell can't shake Ye Futian, only hard attack.

When he ran wild, he gathered up his strength, raised his hand and blasted out, all the sun fist broke through the void, like a huge fireball, blasted into Ye Futian's body, containing terrible explosive and destructive power.

"Boom!" The sun furnace above Ye Futian's body oscillated constantly. A giant sword appeared in front of him, shaped like a leaf of a leaf, but forged from the fire of the road, it was a holy sword of flame.

boom.

With a loud noise, Ye Futian's body rose into the air, the sword was cut out, the sun fist was split and cut, and the sword of the avenue was endlessly gorgeous. It struck down from the sky, broke through the void, and pierced the body.

羲 婵 Arms were lifted directly, Jiuyang guarded his body, raised his hand and blasted out, actually colliding with the sword.

The violent sword struck down, tore a fist, stabbed at the arm, and the terrible flame swept down instantly, drowning her in it, and seemed to refine it.

A muffled hum came out, and I only felt that the body was also eroded by flames. A blood stain appeared on the corner of her mouth. Her body retreated, but Ye Futian didn't guard her. The sword continued to kill, and the flames swallowed away. I was pale and tender. The body fell directly to the ground, spitting blood continuously.

Ye Futian's body flickered, and before she came, she saw him staring, "I'm defeated."

Ye Futian ignored the other party, and the fire of the road rushed directly, squinting his eyes cold, staring at Ye Futian.

But after seeing the determination in Ye Futian's eyes, she finally sighed, gave up all the fire, and left for Ye Futian's body, allowing the other party to plunder.

Soon, the aura of fire on his body disappeared, as if to calm down.

"Also." Ye Futian had not planned to let go, and continued to say.

"You ..." Ye's face was extremely embarrassing, staring at him desperately, Ye Futian ignored her gaze.

When he was in the city of Jianmu in the past, when he got the fire of the Emperor's Emperor, he did not treat him politely, and he shot.

If he doesn't pay attention to the rules and only talk about strength, then he will naturally not be polite with the other party.

Seeing Ye Futian's indifference, the beautiful face covered with frost, finally gave up the fire, and Ye Futian accepted it, and then let her turn away.

After the defeat, the sun's rays falling on her body became dim, and even the strong man on the castle connected to her weakened his breath, and was no longer as strong as before, and looked extremely magical.

As if the entire array, missing a piece, this piece, dim.

The brightness of Ye Futian's body was a little bit brighter, and the figure on the castle connected by Wu's strong was a little more breathable.

The Nine Tribes of Suzaku have already withdrawn from this ancestral land dispute.

When I walked back, there was a touch of apology. The Suzaku tribe didn't say much, but just sighed in their hearts. The descendants of the Jian family on the ancient wooden tree seemed not strong enough.

Ye Futian returned to his place, sat directly on his knees, and continued to refine the predatory word.

However, the refining of these thoughts takes time. Even if the Taoist fire that he has been refining can be used directly, it is not possible to incorporate other thoughts into it.

Zhu's strong man took a look at Ye Futian. This Ye Futian is stronger than he thought. Later, maybe he can use him to deal with Duan Wuji and Jiuyou Shengjun disciple. With their horrible eyes, they can naturally see these People are more difficult.

At this time, the imperial son of the East Palace stepped out step by step and stepped to the center of the crowd. Many people were nervous. This prince was the son of the emperor of the Red Dragon Realm, who ruled the eastern region of the Red Dragon Realm. Mighty, called Shinto Fire.

When Duan Wou-chi stepped out, his eyes fell on the prisoner of the prison city who cooperated with the Beili tribe. The prisoner of the prison city frowned slightly. Although he didn't want to face this chapter, he still had to step out. Each step makes the void oscillate.

The meaning of the raging flames swept out, the fire of **** was burning, and a terrible flame **** of war appeared behind the prisoner of the prison city. His body merged into it, the body became larger, and he also became a flame warlord.

Duan Wou-ki looked at his tall figure, looked in, and the turquoise flames around his body were burning, flowing around his body, as if forming a storm of engulfment, engulfing the flames of air around the world into the body.

"Bang." The flame **** of war stepped forward, a horror breath swept out, Duan Wou-ki stood still there, his body hung, his hands stretched out, and in the center of his palms, the turquoise flame swirled Make a terrible storm, getting bigger and bigger.

In a blink of an eye, above the head of Duan Wou-Ki, a turquoise green vortex appeared, and it was still madly engulfing the flames of flames between heaven and earth, and grew larger.

This horrifying vortex shone directly towards the body of that **** of war, and saw the palms of the Prison City Powers blast forward, and for a moment, a magma-like flame shot wildly, turning into a terrible flame of light, I want to melt the vortex in front of me.

But the vortex directly swallowed the magma's fire into it, and the endless green light shot down, descended on the huge body of the flame of war, and eroded the flames on the opponent's body, turning it into green. The color is like the fire of the demon.

Even the strong man in Prison City only felt that his soul would be engulfed in that terrible fire of engulfment. His face was extremely ugly. Is he even without resistance?

The opponent's fire directly crushed his fire.

The flame was devoured madly, and the body of that flame war **** continued to shrink. Soon, a figure burst out, all the fire was swallowed up, and the terrible vortex returned directly to Duan Wou-ki's body, and then surrounded his body, a little Poured into him.

"Acceptance." Duan Wou-Ki said, then stepped back, just like Ye Futian, the light on his body was more dazzling, and the glory of the northern Li tribe and the strong man in the prison city dimmed.

People around are quite shocked because they are refining Daohuo to enhance their strength. This battle is actually a battle of flames. It depends on who uses the refining flames to be more powerful in their own attacks.

Duan Wou-ki, the prince of the East Palace, has a crushing advantage in the face of the prison powerhouse.

Jiuzhou Shengjun disciples stepped out and challenged the Qixiao City strongmen who joined forces with the Shang clan. It was another battle. As the queen of the people, Chixiaocheng Pang was defeated by Jiuyou Shengjun disciples.

This disciple of Jiuyou Shengjun is good at the black lotus industry fire. The destructive power is extremely terrible. He can burn human souls. He will turn all the predatory fires into the black lotus industry fire. Power, defeat your opponent.

After the Three World Wars, only three people did not play. Yin Tianjiao took the initiative to challenge the disciples of Chiming Shengjun in the south. Both were extremely powerful and collided.

But in the end, Yin Tianjiao even better, defeating the disciples of Chiming Shengjun.

Above the castle of the sun, the sun shrouded the land, and the radiance of the four tribal strongmen was dim. This ancestral land opportunity once again passed by them.

Eight of the nine strong men participated in the battle, but Chang Huai had not yet fought. He frowned and glanced at the four strong men.

Duan Wuji, Yin Tianjiao, disciple of Jiuyou Shengjun, Ye Futian ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ don't have a good role to play. No one is sure he can win.

Even more, the chances of losing are even greater.

But at this time, he had to go out, glanced at Ye Futian, who was sitting cross-legged and still busy refining Daohu. Chang Huai said, "In the past, there was some misunderstanding in the city of wood construction. The Tao is also so good at it, and today he is taught here. "

Ye Futian, who was practicing, opened his eyes, glanced at his Changhuai, the sound of roaring, his body turned directly into the horror of the avenue melting furnace, a loud noise, the moment he stood up, Ye Futian's body disappeared, The body is extremely violent, like a furnace of the sun, appearing directly in front of Chang Huai, raising his fist and blasting out, the violent air swept out and slammed on Chang Huai's body.

His face changed suddenly, his body wanted to retreat, and a strong sense of space imprisoned his body, making him feel difficult to move. Even though the flame technique was overbearing, it was still impossible to be affected by other abilities ...

Chang Huai could only raise his hand in haste to attack, and the flames burned the sky.

ps: early!