The Legend of Futian

1027. Chapter 1006 Please die

Chapter 1006, please die

Zhou Shengwang did not order the retreat, but it does not mean that the people of the Great Zhou Dynasty will die here.

In particular, many people are not the royal disciples of the Great Zhou Dynasty. They do not have the blood of the rogue kings. Under this desperation, they continue to fight only to die.

Some people directly retreat, there is no courage to fight, if the holy world belongs to one level, the sage is a level.

Then Ye Futian, he is a person, belongs to a level.

Under the holy world, the sage is invincible.

The Qinzhuang nine people listed the sword array, turned into a lightning, a sword array swallowed a terrible sword light, surrounded by the outer area, a strong person who wants to retreat was directly sealed by a sword.

The Sword of the Supreme Court has moved and hunted the people who want to escape.

Ye Futian’s body slowly vacated, and behind him there was a terrible looting behind the void, just like the ruined Wind storm swept out and drowned the space.

“Boom…” A character of the sage level was hit by the looting light, and the spiritual will collapsed instantly, tragically died in the air, and the body fell.

“Boom.” Another powerful spiritual person who practiced, the spiritual will resists the looting attack, but the body is directly collapsed and crushed, the blood blooms, and the body falls as powerlessly.

“Boom, bang, bang…” The ravages of destruction annihilated everything. This heaven and earth is like the end of the world. I don’t know how many powerful people are in the hands of Ye Futian.

Countless people are beating in the heart, desperately looking at Ye Futian, who is getting taller and taller. He is standing above the sky like a god. The violent destructive power behind him is what he felt when he tried the medicine. Life Spirit, created with the power of the rules, Life Spirit blooms, it is the birth of this avenue, destroying everything.

As if no one is able to stop the attack.

Zhou Zhiming opened his eyes and looked at Ye Futian. On the top of the sky, there was an infinitely large phantom of the gods and phoenixes, covering the sky and covering the sky, with the ultimate pressure.

People in the distance saw this scene tremble, only feeling that even if they stood outside the palace, they could not guarantee safety. If the jihad broke out, what would it be like?

The rumbling sound of the rumble came out, and the Metal color phoenix phoenix smashed out, and the space seemed to be covered in it.

The glassy cold eyes stared at Zhou Shengwang, and the heavens and the earth were frozen. In an instant, the vast and endless holy palace was turned into a giant ice sculpture. The glass holy hand held the sword of extinction, and the long hair fluttered and danced. When the sword broke, there was a crack in the sky, and the glimmer of the sword could not be captured by the naked eye.

In the other direction, Zhou Yiwang’s flames smashed into the sky, and the endless fire swayed the sky. He lifted his palms, like a sun wheel, pressed against the head of the village, and the sun wheel rotated, turning into a round of burning. The power of the avenue of the sky, many palaces below directly caught fire.

In front of the village chief, there is a huge sword figure on the side, the sword is screaming, and the endless swordsmanship comes together. The sword figure in front of the village chief is getting bigger and bigger, until there is a giant sword out of the sword. Flying in the middle, he slammed into the sun wheel that was smashed.

The four great holy places exist and collide at the same time. When they touch each other’s moments, a round of ruined light curtains empties into the void, as if everything is going to be ashes.

Above the sky, the figure of the dragonfly is still suspended in the sky. She dances wildly and frantically, and leans her head slightly. The swords of the heavens once again gather, and her body is surrounded by a terrible Wind storm. Compared to the first shot, it is obviously slower this time, and it seems to be very difficult.

After all, her strength has not restored her current state. With today’s strength to spur the Nether Juggernaut, she has exhausted her power once, so she wants to continually push twice, which is also great for her. The load is almost unbearable, but she still insists.

She looked at Zhou Shengwang’s bloody eyes and also had a powerful killing. The parents of that year were killed under the order of Zhou Shengwang.

It seems that I was aware of the embarrassing state. Zhou Shengwang stepped into the sky and turned into a flash of lightning. The man had not yet arrived, and the palm of his hand blew, and suddenly the boundless giant phoenix smashed down. The space is like being shattered by holes.

“Oh.” Sword whistling, vacated, and his body went toward the sky.

Zhou Shengwang’s body is also turned into a Metal color lightning, going straight into the sky, if it can kill the cockroach, the other party left the village head and the glass saint, want his life, afraid there is no chance.

The glass saint sees the action of Zhou Shengwang’s action is extremely cold, the sky is like ice, and the body of Zhou Shengwang is turned into ice sculpture.

At this time, the glass of the two hands of the sword, smashed the sword, and suddenly the sword of the evil spirits broke open and went up against the current.

The sword of extinction is approaching the limit, hovering upwards, and a sword is turned into seven swords. Around the body of Zhou Shengwang, when Zhou Shengwang wants to shoot against the scorpion, the seven swords are simultaneously killed to Zhou Shengwang, and Jianguang swallows out. Zhou Qiwang only felt that his emotions were not controlled by himself. His face was faintly distorted, and the seven swords were turned into a real martyrdom.

“Glass, I finally had a good time recently. She has always been your incarnation. Every time I see her, I see you, but just now I have killed him. Later, you will replace it in the Palace of Glass. She.” There is a direct voice in the mind of the glass saint. Zhou Shengwang’s mind is a voice, and he wants to influence the heart of the glass saint.

“Hey.” Glass Sheng did not smell, as if he didn’t see it all, the mouth spit out a cold voice, and the thousands of sorrowful swords wandered around the body of Zhou Shengwang. At this moment, Zhou Shengwang was attacked by the soul. In general, the seven emotions and six desires are strongly stimulated.

The endless sword is like a terrible sword, Wind violent, wrapped in the body of Zhou Shengwang, and the more and more twisted Zhou Zhou’s face. He naturally knows that the avenue of the sacred practice is actually a kind of mental attack. .

Zhou Shengwang’s blood tumbling, his body continued to rush to the sky, a terrible Metal color Wind burst, accompanied by a loud scream, Zhou Shengwang turned into a Metal color phoenix, directly into the stock In the terrible Jianfeng Windstorm, the endless swordsmanship was on the huge body, but the image of the god of the Phoenix was not felt. The huge and incomparable Shenhuang eyes were full of arrogance.

The sky burned up, it was the Flame of Metal, wrapped in the body of the glass saint, and the phoenix of the king of Zhou Sheng rushed out, and the glass of the sacred eyes swept the huge statue of the god of the gods. She did not dodge, and the sword of the evil spirits returned to her place. The next moment, the body directly rushed to the king of Zhou Sheng. This moment, as if the glass saint herself, it also turned into a sword, with a sorrowful belief.

The two radiant moments collide and collide together, then separate, and the outside strong does not even see the process.

Too fast, beyond imagination, there are only two lights.

The glass saint and the Zhou Shengwang are opposite each other. The glass saint dress is blood-stained, Wind blows the blue silk, and the bones are not broken. How many pieces of the bones are broken, this moment of the glass saint is extraordinarily weak, like a powerless, Wind one Blowing will fall.

Shenhuang re-formed the figure of Zhou Shengwang. His whole person was shaking slightly, and his spiritual will was extremely unstable. At this moment, he clearly felt the fissure of his spiritual will.

Under the sky, the village chief’s sword smothered Zhou Yuwang, which was a one-sided situation. The strength of Zhou Yuwang was obviously inferior to the village head.

Another episode of a shocking sound came out. Zhou Yuwang was repulsed and spit out blood in his mouth. There was a sword mark on his body. At this moment, he looked down at the battlefield below, Ye Futian and Qinzhuang. They were still crazy. The killing, non-stop hunting for his big week.

Looking up at the sky, Zhou Shengwang and Liu Sheng just fight, hey, or the Nether Juggernaut, the sky above his head that destroyed the Wind storm, a huge boundless sword map, once again faintly shot.

Unexpectedly, he was so arrogant that he would face such a sad battle, a battle without a chance.

“Kill.” A voice appeared in the mind of Zhou Yuwang. Zhou Yuwang moved, without any hesitation. This time it was not to kill the village chief, but to Ye Futian.

“Be careful.” The village chief shouted, and he himself became a swordman who ran through the heavens and the earth and killed him.

However, Zhou Yuwang did not notice it and continued to go to Ye Futian.

The sword crossed the void, and a loud noise directly pierced the body of Zhou Yuwang, but he did not feel like it. The palm suddenly lifted up and photographed, and Ye Futian was buried there.

If you are destined to die, then you must die with Ye Futian.

Ye Futian looked up at the smashing Zhou Yuwang. He did not evade. He stepped out, his body flew up, and he roared. The sky swayed, and his body was full of endless streamers and flowing backwards.

The time and space in his hands went forward and attacked the killing Zhou Yuwang.

“Boom…” A ruined Wind violently smashed the void, and Ye Futian’s body was shaken from the sky to the ground, fluttering and dancing, and the hall was broken.

Zhou Yu Wang over the sky, the village chief arrived, a sword lowered, directly through the head of Zhou Yuwang, from top to bottom.

Zhou Yuwang’s body trembled fiercely. His eyes stared at the sky, not just him. Zhou Shengwang also stared at the following.

At this time, there were several body images that fell from the sky, and appeared around them. The body was terrible, and the cold gaze gazing at Zhou Yuwang. They were wearing a color shirt, and they were the people of Kyushu, but Zhou Yuwang did not care. .

There was a sound in the ruins below, and then a white-haired figure skyrocketed, so I calmly scanned Zhou Weiwang.

“How could this be?” Zhou Yuwang looked at the safe and sound Ye Futian, his heart was gray, his eyes were hollow, he wanted to change his life, but he was a sacred character, and he could not take Ye Futian. Kill.

Once again, he stood up.

“Boom!” A loud noise, the village chief made a force to completely destroy the body of Zhou Yuwang.

At this time, Zhou Shengwang in the void is extraordinarily lonely, as if the whole world, he is still fighting.

“Zhou Shengwang, please die.” Ye Futian looked up and swept to Zhou Shengwang in the void, asked him to die!

Ps: Thanks to ‘Wolf pork is yours’, I am a little sorry, I will try my best to adjust the time later!

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