The Legend of Futian

1010. Chapter 989 Despair

Chapter 989 Despair

To the Holy Palace, the vast battlefield, countless strong men once again rushed toward Ye Futian where they fought.

Every knife slashed down, it was a bloody rain, Yu Sheng also broke out wildly, wanting to kill Ye Futian, the nine people, let them really feel the power to kill Ye Futian.

“Cut off.” A voice of indifference emerged from the void, the endless sea of ​​the three great holy places surrounded by strong battles, severely intercepted, the battlefield around Ye Futian surrounded by Water, all the heavens and the earth are blocked, any People must not set foot on this battlefield.

Although those sacred characters do not know who the nine people came with the sacred sacred, the three heroes of the endless sea are all killed by Ye Futian and Hua Jieyu. If they are killed by Ye Futian, the consequences are unimaginable. Now that nine people can kill Ye Futian, they naturally don’t mind.

Nowadays, for all the holy places, even if you don’t get the inheritance of the people, Ye Futian must die.

He does not die, it will be a deadly threat to the holy places.

At this time, the emperor’s nine songs have been entangled in the endless Metal color silk thread, he is a little worse than the repair, just after the inheritance of the emperor, it is impossible to change, Ye Futian and Hua Jieyu still can not compete with such nine strong More paradox is him.

Ye Futian is the incarnation of Metal’s winged Dapeng. The wings hold Hua Jieyu and protect it. The endless Metal color line cuts the Metal winged Dapeng body and wants to kill Ye Futian and Hua Jieyu directly on the battlefield. There is no intention of being merciless at all.

Beyond the battlefield, there was a screaming scream in the void, and across the void, many sacred characters looked to the side, their brows wrinkled slightly, and then they saw two figures driving the holy sword. Directly rushed into the battlefield.

One of them is the saint of the Aboriginal to the Holy Palace, the village head of the tomb village.

The other person is a girl of about 18 years old. She has a ponytail and bare feet. She seems to have a bit of tenderness. However, her eyes are like the sharpest sword in the world. If you look at it, you will be able to pierce people.

This girl, who was in the graveyard of the cemetery, practiced for several years, and her eyes glanced at the battlefield. Her figure flashed and the holy sword followed her and directly smashed into the crowd.

The strong outside feels that this powerful sword instantly turns around, but sees the holy sword like a lightning thunder, passing through the void, the sound of the cymbal is constantly coming out, just for a moment, it runs through dozens of strong The head, smash it and kill it.

The sacred characters in the emptiness of the sky looked at the hustle and bustle. Zhou Shengwang and Xihua Shengjun frowned. I didn’t expect her to be in the graveyard when she was suspected of being a sword spirit. She has disappeared in recent years. Guessing that she was retreating in the Taoist palace, some people speculated that she had become a sword spirit, and now she appears again, it is already the peak of the sage, the speed of practice is terrible, faster than Ye Futian.

But Zhou Shengwang knows that this is not the speed of practice, but the speed of growth of the sword spirit.

“Take off her.”

Zhou Sheng Wang Bing opened his mouth and said that all the grievances between him and Ye Futian began to intensify. In fact, it was because of this. He wanted to take the Nether Blade and personally went to the Tomb Village and killed him. The parents, Ye Futian killed him on the spot, and the holy war broke out.

At that time, he thought that it was a breeze to go to the Causeway, and he thought about the game of today.

The figure was broken, rushing in the direction of the squatting, intercepting her body, and the sacred sword continued to move forward. It was like a broken bamboo and shot straight in the direction of Ye Futian.

However, there are a lot of strong people who bypassed the holy sword directly, and appeared in front of the shackles. The strong people of the Great Zhou dynasty became the Metal phoenix, swooping down, and the Metal-colored Flame claws smashed down.

He walked barefoot and walked forward, his deep eyes glanced at the strong who killed her. In a flash, those strong people only felt that they were caught in an abyss, a bloody abyss, with infinite swords, above the sky. The blood-colored sword hangs there, the endless swords are blooming from them, and their spiritual will is separated. Their faces are instantly pale as paper, and only the spiritual will is directly wiped out.

The barefoot girl took a step and walked straight from the middle of the crowd. The land she had stepped on, the figure of the strong man fell down, fell directly on the ground, turned into a corpse, and died without knowing how to die.

So there was a very strange scene in the battlefield. The holy sword took the lead. A barefoot girl walked behind and stepped forward. In this fierce and chaotic battlefield, the hard-opened road opened up a bloody road.

Moreover, the speed is extremely fast, and there are many people who are annihilated on the spot.

“Turn off.” Ji Sheng and Xihua Shengjun also opened their mouths. They felt that the barefoot girl who appeared here might have threatened the nine strong men. If she was killed, she might let Ye Futian kill. A gap.

It takes only a moment to get Ye Futian to die here. In this case, how can they see the change happen?

At all costs, it must be cut off.

There was a fierce roaring sound on the sky, and a giant mountain appeared on the battlefield, rushing toward the sacred sword that had never been seen before. The holy sword was smashed and directly penetrated, and the sword was like The cobweb broke out. In an instant, the giant mountain was directly shattered. The holy sword was still straight ahead, making a roaring sound. The barefoot girl followed, but anyone who wanted to kill her would fall into the abyss of blood. Inextricable.

It seems to be a long battle, but in reality, it took only a very short period of time to see that the bare-bred girl has rushed to the battlefield where Ye Futian is located. It will take a while for her to kill the battlefield.

The sages of Ji Sheng, Xi Hua Sheng Jun, Zhou Sheng Wang and the endless sea have changed, very embarrassing, have already reached this step, the battlefield has even changed.

The sacred gaze also swept toward the sly, his face was blue and shouted: “Kong 尧.”

When his voice fell, Kong Tong stepped forward toward the holy sword. Now the entire battlefield, in fact, there is not too strong power to intercept it. After all, everyone is in a state of violent, they want to intercept the strong support of the palace. Ye Futian is already doing his best, there is no strong force to kill.

Confucius, the ninth victorious figure, is naturally one of the top figures in this battlefield.

When he stepped, there was an idol, and a huge idol suppressed the piece of the sky and was wearing a sacred armor. When the holy sword was killed, he blasted a fist, and suddenly he looked like a god. Respect the gods and slay the shadow to the holy sword.

“Oh…” The loud noise came out, the void swayed, and a statue of the god was torn apart. This holy sword seemed to be unstoppable and killed in front of Kong Tong.

“Oh.” Confucius looked solemn and stepped out. It seemed to contain boundless power. With his body as the center, the sky was like a giant force bursting out. This piece of heaven and earth should be suppressed here. Although the sword is not blocked, the speed is It has become slower.

It was a punch and a slash, and the light of the glory bloomed. A huge idol strode in the sky and collided with the sacred sword. This time, the holy sword finally stopped moving and released the sky. Sword, a little bit of tearing open the body of the god, want to annihilate it.

The back of the cockroach walked barefoot, she swept coldly into the hole, and saw her eyes, Kong Yan actually felt a very strong threat.

“Speed ​​kills.” Zhisheng frowned, looked at the glance, and then said to the nine strong men under the air.

The light of the saints in the hands of the nine men was released to a stronger, and the beautiful Metal silk thread that cut the void cut the body of the Metal-winged Dapeng bird a little bit, and cut off both wings, killing Ye Futian and Hua Jieyu inside. Seeing that they will kill the two on the spot.

Countless people hold their breath, even if the strong fighters feel that everything that happened here has no thoughts, both sides of the battlefield are very clear, Ye Futian’s life and death, is the key to this holy war.

If he is alive, today’s seven holy places are dangerous. If he dies, the Holy Path will cease to exist. This short legend will become a regrettable period of history.

Ye Futian still had a powerful airflow around his body. He opened his arms and held Hua Jieyu into his arms. The ruined lines cut his body, making his white clothes a bloody coat.

Hua Jieyu felt the warmth of Ye Futian’s arms. She had tears in her eyes and drooped down, slightly bowing her head, and the crystal tears dripped on the Ye Futian blood coat, like a pearl.

At this point, she already felt the boiling power in Ye Futian, and she naturally knew what he was going to do.

It seems that there is no better choice. If you don’t release all the power, wait for their only way, and where there is any future.

However, she did not know what consequences Ye Futian would do if she did so, and whether she could withstand such consequences.

She did not think about it. At this time, what is the significance of thinking about those?

They have done their best, and not only they, but the entire Holy Palace, all of them have done their best. Everyone has the same faith to protect this holy land, even the Moon, Metal, The glazed temples and other forces also participated in this holy war and helped them.

They have done the best, blocking the attack of the seven great holy places, the situation is like a broken bamboo, opening the situation with a little inferiority, gradually tearing open the encirclement of the seven holy places, destroying the strongest elite battlefields of the three holy places, seeing Then they can kill and end this holy war.

However, there are nine mysterious powerhouses who have hunted them. These nine people are obviously not the strongmen of the seven holy places, but the foreign characters, who are inherited from the emperor’s body. Come.

They are doing their best, but the other party is not the same, murderous, not killing them, and will not give up.

If so, then it will die!

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