The Legend of Futian

"Alive, isn't it!"

The calm and indifferent voice fell in King Qin's ears, making him feel cold all over.

Even if Mr. Du did not release any breath at this moment, but this simple sentence still has such power, which makes Qin Wang feel the power of fear.

"Sister." Dean Xiao looked aside, and looked towards Mr. Du.

"No way." Mr. Du rubbed his head, seemingly depressed.

"Roar ..." Suddenly, a voice of Long Yin came out, shaking the earth. On Shushan, many academy disciples trembled violently, and they felt the blood tumbling. The powerful voice of Long Yin came from the body of King Qin. Out of the eruption, a terrifying dragon's shadow rushed out of his body, shook up, and a horrible golden dragon claw smashed down directly, and buckled towards Mr. Du's head.

The distance between the two was too close, such a close distance, such a violent force, and the person who shot was King Qin. Anyone below the sage's realm might not want to survive under such a surprise attack.

All eyes on Shushan looked towards Mr. Du at this moment, his heart beating.

Mr. Du did not die. The golden claws stayed in the void. On top of the terrible dragon claws, the dragon shadow rushed out constantly, but such a terrible attacking force failed to kill Mr. Du.

The space seemed to be still. Mr. Du stood so quietly. The horrible dragon shadow covered his body, but was blocked by an invisible brilliance. The flowing brilliance seemed to have no force to break through. Moreover, this terrible Guanghua is wrapping the body of King Qin a little bit, covering him as a whole.

King Qin was trembling all over, shocked, frightened, and confused and puzzled.

"Sage." King Qin's heart sank completely. He looked at Mr. Du, only to see the other person's expression was as calm as ever, staring at him plainly and quietly.

King Qin's eyes kept changing, and he began to say, "Why, why the world is rumored that Mr. Du does not understand spiritual practice."

"How many people dare to say that they understand spiritual practice?" Mr. Du responded.

"That being the case, why have you never shot?" Qin Wang still didn't understand. He thought he had exerted enough pressure. If Mr. Du really had absolute strength, why didn't he move his Qin Dynasty?

He never thought that Mr. Du really did not understand the practice, and dare not to underestimate the existence of such characters as Gu Dongliu, who taught the sword. However, Mr. Du's low-key and forbearance gave him an illusion, although Mr. Du would Cultivation, but perhaps only comparable to Dean Xiao, or even stronger, but definitely not a sage.

Otherwise, why didn't you shoot today?

"Isn't he shooting now?" Mr. Du said slowly, and then, the bright brilliance rolled Qin's body into the void, and behind him, a horrible phantom appeared suddenly, his eyes and pupils seemed to die. Gray, a horrifying dead gray will head towards Mr. Du. At this moment, a terrible illusion appeared on Shushan, like a shadow of a death dragon appearing, covering the sky and covering the space above the academy.

Countless people were trembling inside, watching the horror scene that covered the sky, and many people felt scared. The two old men of the Qin Dynasty also came to King Qin, and they all released similar powers, as if they were a **** of death.

A dark air condensed face appeared above the sky, overlooking Shushan.

"Who's moving my children and grandchildren?" The cold voice came out, and everyone in Shushan felt coldness.

King Qin, his descendants?

It is rumored that the Qin Dynasty opened the ancestor tomb. Is there any willpower left by the ancestors?

It's terrible. Everyone seems to be shrouded in death, like death.

Is this the true strength of King Qin's arrival at the Academy?

"Your descendants are not filial, I'll clean up the portal for you." Mr. Du looked up at the imaginary shadow condensed in the void, and said lightly.

The endless dark air flow was flowing in the void, and the pair of terrible death pupils stared at Mr. Du, and then the dark air flow frantically and covered in every direction of the academy.

Mr. Du stretched out his hand towards the void. The next moment, a huge palm print appeared over the vast expanse of Shushan. This palm print lay across the heavens and earth, covering the entire Shushan, and the endless dark air blasted in the palm of his hand. On the other hand, I saw a sharp sword in the immense immense palm print, and the flames that burned the heavens.

The palm print stretches out madly, and is still growing, covering the entire sky. The palm print is like a world, the five fingers are like five mountain peaks, and the sword of the palm is like the sky of heaven and the flame that pervades the sky. It is like burning down the magical fire of the world.

Sword meaning and flame power are integrated into one, all the people of the Qin Dynasty are shrouded in the palm print.

"No ..." The Qin King and the strong men of the Qin Dynasty developed endless panic in their hearts. They went upward and wanted to escape, but they found that the world of the palm print was like solidifying the space. They Their bodies couldn't move at all, that was the unparalleled gravity pressure on their bodies, and their bodies not only failed to escape, they even sank.

"It seems that the only thing that can solve everything is still strength. In this world, it is still the biggest fist." Mr. Du seemed to laugh at himself, his palm was slightly grasped, and above the sky, the huge and immense palm print gripped.

"Sir for mercy." Someone asked for mercy.

But at this moment, Mr. Du didn't show any sign of compassion. He took the big palm print directly, and with a loud noise, everything was gone.

The palm print turned into aura, the sun was falling down, everything in the sky disappeared without trace, there was no death stream, there was no Qin dynasty strong, only the remaining willpower, everything else, turned into everything The dust of history.

That grip, the Qin Dynasty, completely reduced to the history of the Eastern Wasteland.

On Shushan, countless people trembled slightly, and their hearts set off waves. No one could describe the shock in their hearts at this moment.

The big palm print covering the sky and the sun is an era.

Is this the real Mr. Thatched Cottage?

That rumor did not understand practice, but cultivated Mr. Du, the best disciple in Donghuangjing.

Numerous eyes looked towards the figure of the old man, with admiration and admiration and endless zeal. Whether they were disciples in the academy, disciples in the sword holy mountain, or those in Mozuki, their mood was the same at this moment.

Mr. Cao Du, was the first person in Donghuang, the first person without any suspense.

On Shushan, the old man withdrew his palms and felt countless enthusiastic gazes. He sighed sighing and looked at his elder brother Dean Xiao: "Hey, why is it so difficult to keep a low profile."

"Ahem!"

Dean Xiao's thoughts were instantly pulled back, and he looked at the figure in silence for a while, and saw Mr. Du standing with his hands in his hands, and left leisurely.

"This **** thing, but also my heart." Dean Xiao cursed.

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On the way from Tianshan to Shushan, a group of people walked along the sky, and they were Sword Saint, Zhuge Hui, Gu Dongliu, and Ye Futian.

Daosheng they set off for a short while and were ready to return to Shushan directly.

"Brother, sister, will there be nothing in that cottage?" Ye Futian asked, worried, since Qin Yu was here to deal with them and King Qin did not show up, he probably went to Shushan. Besides, he also offended. A strong state.

"Relax, there is nothing wrong with the teacher," Gu Dongliu said.

Ye Futian's eyes flickered, and then he asked again, "What is the realm for a teacher?"

If he believes that guy doesn't understand practice, he is an idiot.

"Hyun."

Gu Dongliu said directly, Ye Futian's eyes lit up a little, the old guy seemed worried.

"I was a bit worried about the teacher," Dao Sheng said suddenly, "the arrival of the barren state, the Qin dynasty pressed hard, the teacher was afraid that he was going to take a shot."

The second and third sisters are silent, which makes Ye Futian have a strange look ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Since the teacher is a sage, why worry?

"Little Master, do you know how we were accepted as disciples by the teacher?" Dao Sheng asked Ye Futian at this time.

Ye Futian shook his head.

"I'm an orphan. Many years ago, when I was young, I wanted to worship a small martial arts middle school knife because I was too talented to be rejected. Even the mountain gate was not qualified to set foot. Some people pointed at the foot of the mountain to practice. Shibi said to me, if I could lettering on the stone wall one day, I would put me into the gate of the mountain. I took a knife and tried for three months, and finally carved a very shallow stroke. Once blasted out, the old man passing by told me that a stupid person like me was not suitable for spiritual practice. It was better to follow him and I was disheartened and followed the old man. "

Dao Sheng recalled his childhood with a gentle smile. He would never forget his experience many years ago.

"Later, my brother became the Sword Master of the Eastern Wasteland ..." Ye Futian blinked, this is really a very simple story.

"Sister Ershi, do you?" Ye Futian asked curiously.

"Forget." Zhu Gehui said, Ye Futian was ashamed.

"Your second-ranker sister ran away from home and was chased by her family. The teacher flickered. Your second-ranked sister said that she knew that there was a good place for her family and she could not find her, so she fled to the desert." Dao Sheng said with a smile.

"This ..." Ye Futian's face was black.

"What about the three brothers?" Ye Futian asked again.

"Your third brother is even simpler. When the teacher took the second sister out to play, it is said that after your third brother saw your second sister, he followed the teacher and refused to leave." Dao Shengdao.

"..."

Ye Futian was a little messy at the moment. Is this really the three big disciples in the thatched cottage?

The reason for this worship is really touching!

(End of this chapter)