The Legend of Futian

Ye Wuchen and the rest of their lives stared at the cold and arrogant figure below, his body whistling with martial arts, Ye Wuchen clenched the sword handle with one arm, and the eyes of the rest of his life glowed with terrible magic light, his fists clenched.

On the contrary, Ye Futian seemed very relaxed, as if he didn't care much, even with a gentle smile that was harmless to humans and animals.

"That being the case, be careful and say goodbye."

After all, he receded.

The rest of his life and Ye Wuchen looked at him.

"Go." Ye Futian said, without looking back, the two followed, and Lou Lanxue's silver eyes glanced down indifferently, then he and Ye Fengtian followed Heifengdiao to actually evacuate the eighth battle of Wu Yun. Layer, go back to the seventh layer.

"Genius?" Jin Yunxiao smiled sarcastically. Ye Futian's ability to walk here has indeed proved his talent, but what about it, the people who are still here at this moment are the top of the heavenly level of the heavenly city. People, talent, identity, status, even if Ye Futian is outstanding, but they are still not a level person with them.

Throughout the ages, many geniuses like Ye Futian have appeared. They are arrogant and confident, but in the end, they will be flattened. The Holy City, after all, is the Holy City in the circle they represent.

Gu Yunxi naturally understood this. She felt a little sad, and some were unwilling to Ye Futian, but what about it, Ye Futian himself was not struggling, and some things ran across there, which was difficult to surpass.

Unless, it is the kind of peerless person who can sweep an era, can surpass everything with talent, the status of talent is all crushed.

Such a sweeping generation can ignore everything, but even so, it is still necessary to keep a low profile and forbearance before growing up, otherwise it may not grow up, which is a cruel reality.

These people didn't think too much. For them, Ye Futian is indeed not a circle of people. Even though they are hostile and competing with each other, they belong to one level, Ye Futian is not.

As Liu Suqing said before, there is no need to waste time on Ye Futian.

Everything that follows is the most important. Stepping over this bridge and entering the legendary ninth floor.

There are some records in the eighth-level family, but on the ninth level of the Wuyun battlefield, probably no one except Long Mu knows what's there.

They walked and walked towards the bridge of the gods, all of them stood by, looking dignified, sacrificing the sage's weapon.

At this time, Ye Futian returned to the seventh floor.

"It's okay to fight." The rest of his life looked at Ye Futian. Those people had disrespected Ye Futian several times. If Ye Futian had let him go, he would never bear it.

"Many of them are the top Tianjiao of the three courtyards, and they are family figures. They are holding sage weapons and are really fighting. It is not yet known who the deer died, not to mention, even if they win, how to end?" Ye Futian looked to the rest of his life.

The rest of the life naturally understood Ye Futian's words, they still have to stay in the city of heaven, and what they really do, the power behind those people is enough to make them fly.

But for the rest of my life, I still felt a little bit aggrieved and said, "That's it?"

"Of course not." Ye Futian stared in the direction of the eighth floor and said, "At this moment, even if I break into the ninth floor, I am afraid there will be no results."

Ye Wuchen heard that Ye Futian's pupils contracted slightly. Ye Futian, was he already considering the situation on the ninth floor?

Indeed, with their fighting power, they may be able to pass through the eighth floor, but if the eighth floor is so difficult, they broke through, and if the last layer is still guarded by a more powerful martial arts force?

Of course, it may not be on the ninth level, but some are more likely.

After all, it is on the first eight floors.

In the battlefield of Sacred City, only Long Yitian broke through the eighth floor for thousands of years, but it is unknown whether he got anything on the ninth floor. Maybe he did n’t get anything but just got it. The eighth layer of martial arts.

"What do you want?" Lou Lanxue faintly guessed what Ye Futian wanted to do.

"Get out?" Ye Futian smiled at the thoughts of those people before, "rest first."

With that said, he sat cross-legged, rested calmly, and seemed to be aware of the martial arts he obtained.

They had to sit down for the rest of their lives. Ye Futian should have his own ideas.

After a while, Ye Futian's body filled with a terror.

For the rest of their lives and Ye Wuchen, they opened their eyes and looked at Ye Futian, a dazzling golden light shone up, his breath was rising rapidly, and the whole man was bathed in the emperor's glory.

The martial arts encircles and merges into the glory of the emperor, becoming more sacred, like the aura of gods, not forever.

Lou Lanxue's heart was shaking violently. She followed Ye Futian as a maid. Gradually Ye Futian began to trust her, and she would see some secrets. She felt that Ye Futian had a great secret on her. This secret Maybe Ye Wuchen doesn't necessarily know it completely. The only person who can know it is the rest of his life.

"You wait for me on this floor, Xiaodiao, listen to my orders." Ye Futian rubbed the head of Heifengdiao. He and Heifengdiao have the same heart. He doesn't need to be able to give orders to it.

The rest of his life stood up and looked at Ye Futian, and said, "Don't you go?"

The people there are amazing.

"You don't have to be together, you are exposed." While Ye Futian was talking, the imperial will in his body was burning wildly, and his blood and flesh reached a terrifying level.

Take out a silver cloak and put it on your body. The magic cloak covers the body. Water-like silver lines flow on Ye Futian's face, changing his appearance. Then he turned and walked towards the eighth floor space.

When Ye Futian stepped into the eighth floor, the war was erupting, but not in the previous bridge, but in another bridge.

Ye Futian found that two sacred bridges were destroyed, and two people were missing from the crowd.

At a glance, he saw who was missing, Chen Wang who shot at him, and Long Mu.

Chen Wang can understand that after all, he is at the peak of the sky, and Long Mu surprised him a little. He didn't know what happened before.

In fact, it was not only him, everyone was surprised. At the crucial moment of the first war, Long Mu suddenly sacrificed a very powerful fetish to help him win the martial arts, and then left directly through the **** bridge. Everyone was extremely angry about it.

What's even more angry is that everyone in World War II fought hard and finally captured Chen Wang of the military luck. He didn't stay anymore, but went decisively to the ninth floor.

Chen Wang's idea was right. The people teamed up to break through the blockade of the eighth layer, but from the end, it was no different from the previous one. They still sought their own interests. This alliance was too unreliable.

Even so, everyone is still joining hands, they all have extravagant hopes to become a third person.

But now, they are already struggling. Many people were injured in the fighting just now, and Chen Wang and Long Mu also left. They found that with their strength today, it is difficult to deal with the powerful martial artist in front of them.

Ye Futian's body flickered, and he walked towards the bridge of God, burning with imperial will. He didn't have much time and had to make a quick decision.

There was a loud noise, and many people were repelled and came to the edge of the Shenqiao. What did they feel? When they looked back, they saw a silver cloak figure appeared. Chen Liuliang sang: "Go."

It turned out that someone else was here, but at the moment he was not in a good mood, because the elder brother left, and everyone else was targeting him. If he was not considered to be a combat force, I am afraid he would not be allowed to participate at all.

However, when Chen Liu's voice fell, he felt something was wrong. The silver figure was too outstanding. The martial art of his body was as brilliant as the emperor's martial art.

A silver lightning pierced the sky, Chen Liu's body receded, and a flame-long dragon roared and rushed out, burning towards Ye Futian.

"Om." The silver cape swept directly from the flame dragon, almost incredible, a loud noise, Chen Liu's body was swept out directly, and fell on the bridge of God, he didn't even see the figure clearly Why can it be so fast.

"who?"

Liu Suqing glanced back at Ye Futian, her eyes were indifferent. At this moment, it was the critical moment of the battle, and someone was killed.

"All roll off to the seventh floor." The silver cloak was suspended in the sky, and his cold eyes looked around at the crowd. His voice was also disguised, slightly husky.

"Do you know who you're talking to?" Jin Yunxiao looked up, his eyes were horrible with horrible golden light, his clothes were gorgeous, and the golden-winged Dapeng was behind him.

No matter who this person is, dare to let them all go out in the Holy City?

Looking for death?

Ye Futian turned his eyes, swept indifferently towards Jin Yunxiao, then stepped on his feet, and the cloak danced with the wind. He extended his palm and raised his hand toward Jin Yunxiao.

The golden martial arts, like the emperor's martial arts, turned into a huge palm print. This is the sage's martial arts ability that Ye Futian realized on the seventh floor. Since it is a camouflage, it is naturally impossible to expose his own ability, so as not to be recognized .

The emperor's handprints covered the sky, as if covering the void, Jin Yunxiao felt terrible, and the Jin Pengli sword in his hand assassinated and struck on the palm.

But I saw the emperor's radiance shining on the palm ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Jin Pengli's sword was stabbed, but he was not able to break the palm print, the big palm print was directly buckled, and he held Jin Yunxiao in the big palm print.

"presumptuous."

A cold drink came out, and Jin Yunlang walked out towards Ye Futian, and the terrible golden bell swept out and shrouded towards Ye Futian.

Ye Futian's arms trembled, many brilliant martial arts appeared in front of him, and then he raised his hands to shoot them. The world became instantly, and the emperor's palm prints blasted out at this moment. At this moment, many people gave birth to an illusion, like that The terrible palm print is not from the peak of the sky, but from the hand of the emperor.

"Boom." Many big palm prints turned into one, and heaven and earth resonated. The force of the world cannot hold the Fa clock directly, making it impossible to move.

Jin Yunlang's look suddenly changed, and his mental force urged Fa Zhong to contact him, but he saw a terrible willpower appearing on the Fa Zhong, as if turning into an emperor flame, wrapping the Fa Zhong, and then Jin Yun Lang screamed, and the connection with Fa Zhong was cut off. He spit out blood and turned pale.

Ye Futian's palm continued to wave, and he saw a huge law bell heading down towards Jin Yunxiao.

"No ..." Jin Yunxiao looked horrified when Fa Zhong came towards him.

"Well." The bell rang, and Fa Zhong directly covered Jin Yunxiao, and then was picked up. Jin Yunxiao just felt that his soul was flying away. His body was shaking madly, and his face was filled with fear.

Lifting his head, he looked at the figure in the silver cape, and saw the other body float towards him, in front of him.

"I don't know who I'm talking to, but now, kneel and worship me." Ye Futian looked indifferently to Jin Yunxiao, and said, "Like worship."

If Jin Yunxiao was shocked, his body trembled violently. He looked at the immortal figure in front of him and his face was extremely pale.

Everyone around him looked terrified.

He said, worship me, like worship!