The Legend of Futian

1066. Chapter 1042, the strongest battle of the Holy

Chapter 1042, the strongest battle under the Holy

Thirty-three days from hate, also known as the sky, the clouds are foggy, just like the place where Jianxian practiced.

Suichuan was sitting in front of the palace, his eyes were closed, his robes fluttered with Wind, and Wind was a great one.

In the Suichuan body week, a sword flowed, surrounded by the body, and formed a terrible gas field around his body. At this moment, Ye Futian looked at the time of Luanchuan, and there was an illusion, as if What he saw was not a person but a sword.

He is integrated with the avenue, and although he sits quietly there, he is more dangerous than anyone else.

Luanchuan, the first person from the hateful generation of Kendo talent, the bottom of the saint, a sword to kill from the imperial powers.

At this time he sat in the thirty-three heavens, waiting for Ye Futian to arrive.

In the other direction, above the ancient peaks of the steep swords, there are towering palaces. On the edge of the land, one person stands with his hands and bows down to calm down.

From the hate sword master, watch the battle in person.

In the void, a green sacred beast floats in the sky, Xia Qingyan stands on the green barley, quietly looking down, she witnessed Ye Futian all the way to thirty-three days, until this moment, Ye Futian has not yet shot.

Ye Wuchen urges the Emperor Sword to consume too much. Otherwise, he alone can also embark on the thirty-three days from the hateful kendo, but after he and Lu Hao, their own fine Juggernaut is difficult to sustain, Yu Sheng He took over his position and went all the way. No one could stop, and a group of five people came here.

This scene seems to have some familiarity. Just as they played nine days in the nine-day dojo, it was like a broken bamboo.

However, the swordsmanship that hates heaven, especially the martial arts practitioners in the post-eleven heavens, is much stronger than the nine heavens. After all, it’s just one of the disciples of Heaven’s eleventh heaven, but today’s Ye Futian Yu Sheng and Ye Wuchen are also much stronger than they were.

In front of Ye Futian, a line of sword repairs stood there, blocking the roads of Ye Futian and Yu Sheng. They were swept all the way here. It’s obviously not very good for hateful days, especially today’s hate sword master. In the case of personal witness, the hate days were actually easily penetrated by people, as if the true words of Ye Futian were confirmed, and there was no one to hate the heavens.

Yu Sheng stepped forward and the ground trembled. He went to the digital sword repair.

This is the sword repair from the thirty-three heavens of hate, any one is the top sword repair in the realm of the sage, and their swords are obviously stronger than the opponents they have encountered before.

I saw that at this time, one person shot, and a sword was thrown at Yu Sheng. A sword came out, and a thundering sound was heard between the heavens and the earth. It was like a stone breaking and shattering the spiritual will of the people.

This sword is like a thunderbolt in the avenue, the speed of lightning, the thundering power of the Thunder, like a terrible kendo robbing light, the horrible purple traces in the void, and the sturdy body of Yu Sheng, in the mind of Yu Sheng As if there is also a sword light, it is necessary to marry his spiritual will.

Yu Sheng’s body above the Buddha’s light, the Metal is inexhaustible, the horror Jianguang kills, and a loud bang sounds, as strong as Yu Sheng’s defense has a crack, but his body is not Affected, continue to step forward.

The sound of the roaring sound came out, like the sound of the avenue, this piece of heaven and earth turned into a kendo space for destruction, and the endless sword light slammed into the body of Yu Sheng. At this time, Yu Sheng only felt that he was in the sword of the last day, and the spiritual will seemed to be Flooded by the kendo.

A devastating airflow walked up the body of his body. Metal was broken, but his body was still flowing with a terrible dark Metal color. When the horror kendo hit his body, he was devoured by a little bit of engulfment. .

“Boom.” A loud noise, Yu Sheng continued to step forward, like a demon god, giving people a suffocating pressure.

The sword in front of the body repaired the body, and the light of the end annihilated the void. For a moment, the heavens and the earth did not know how many swords were born. Since Yu Sheng was going to engulf the demonization, he let the rules of the kendo break his physical limit until it was destroyed. .

He would like to see if this overbearing body can withstand a strong kendo.

“Hey.” Another loud noise, the space trembled, Yu Sheng took another step forward, and the magical power bloomed in the eyelids. The sword repair only felt a horrible pressure, as if his body was At the center, there is a statue of the demon, and he is no longer a human being, but a demon.

The sword repaired his face and changed his face. I saw that there was a statue of a horrible demon around him. Yu Sheng stepped out again. The dark thunder robbed the sword in the demon statue, as if he had dealt with Yu Sheng before. The attack was demonized by Yu Sheng, and even after the integration of the magical power, the destruction seemed to be stronger.

The sky is dim, like the real doomsday sword robbery.

His look changed slightly, against his own strength, and his swords continued to sway, but it was difficult to annihilate. In front, a large Buddha’s paw prints that covered the sky and sun, crushed the void, and the people were stunned, and the kendo collapsed and collapsed.

“Boom…” A loud noise, his body was suppressed by the birth, and slammed on the ground. The whole body was like a torn, blood-stained, and terrible.

However, the swordsmanship in the back continued to kill, but there was no fear at all. Even if he knew that he would be defeated, he still had a battle.

From the thirty-three heavens of hate, they are standing at the highest point of the holy sword repair, they retreat, who will fight.

Ye Futian didn’t look at the following, but stepped forward and walked alone to the sword repairing on the edge of the palace. From the body of Ye Chuan, Ye Futian felt a breath, and one foot stepped into the holy channel.

On that day, Suichuan took the sword for thirty-three days, and the sword was separated from the imperial powers. He felt that the Suichuan really reached the extreme of the Holy Spirit. This limit means that it is very close to the Holy Path.

Perhaps, only a line apart, from Suichuan, he has been able to perceive a sacred sacred.

After the World War I outside the Summer Palace, many people in Xiahuangjie said that Luanchuan was the first person under the Xiahuangjie, guessing that he could embark on the thirty-three heavens, but he would be defeated here and lost. In the hands of Suichuan.

Although the ending will not be the case, but the strength and the heart of Suichuan are far from being comparable to those of the thousand.

At this time, Sui Chuan opened his eyes and looked at Ye Futian. His eyes were full of terrible swords. When looking at Ye Futian, Ye Futian suddenly felt that there was a sword directly piercing into the eyes. Piercing his spiritual will, but he still stood there steadily, and his eyes also looked directly at each other.

An extreme depressing atmosphere enveloped this space, and Yi Chuan did not really take the shot. Ye Futian felt that he was already in a ruined sword. This sword is everywhere, wrapping the space around him. Crazy stabbing his body, his spiritual will.

The white hair flies, the clothes are hunting, and the sharp and harsh sound is heard, and it has been riddled with holes for a moment.

Ye Futian continued to move forward, as if he was not disturbed by the sword, so he went to Suichuan.

He wants to see if this is the bottom of the saint, and it is only one step away from the Holy Spirit that he can threaten him.

Every step is taken, the sword is madly enhanced, enough to tear everything into a smash, if not for Ye Futian but for a sage, I am afraid that it has been turned into endless pieces.

Suichuan looks as usual and calms to the extreme, as if it is not a threat to a war.

In front of him, there is a fascinating enchanting nicknamed Kyushu Invincible. Even after entering the upper bound, he is still the ultimate Wind Hua, the Xia Huang and the princess value.

In this battle, he does not seek victory, does not seek defeat, only seeks the heart of the sword, and the kendo is indispensable.

“Sword.” Sui Chuan mouth spit out a word, the first word that the two met, no extra words.

The sound fell, the sword and the sword, the sword of the heavens and the earth, above the sky, descended on countless swords, surrounded by his body, humming and spectacular.

“from.”

Another word fell, and the sword of thousands of times broke through the air, breaking the air and leaving God.

The celestial swords of the heavens are like the falling of the heavens and rivers. These swords are like a sacristy, tearing the void, and swearing the soul. It really contains a sword of the Holy Spirit.

Ye Futian’s body is over, there is a ruinous looting, centered on his body, like the end of the world, thousands of looting at the same time, each robbing light is like a sword, colliding with the sword that was killed. .

The sword and the robbery of the robbery burst and destroyed, and there was a horrific scene between the two bodies.

The sword is not extinguished, and the looting is not extinguished. Ye Futian, with the annihilation of the last day, continues to move forward toward the Sichuan River, just like walking in the infinite sword, if the gods are average.

When Luanchuan saw Ye Futian step by step, his body slowly floated up and then stood up straight on the legs. Like Ye Futian, he also stepped forward and walked to Ye Futian. The two seemed to be like Not like fighting.

But every step of the way out, the destructive power of the birth is enough to make the sages under the holy place fly away, and the two of them seem to have become an absolute forbidden land.

The robbery and the sword light madly entangled, without any swordsmanship, magical powers, only the simplest confrontation.

Luanchuan has a flawless Jianguang body, as if his whole person has been integrated into the thousands of swords, and he has entered a state of stagnation. Under this state, Ye Futian actually feels the pressure, he has an illusion. He is not facing a half-step sacred character, but a true saint.

“By the sword three thousand ways.” Suichuan mouth spit out a voice, his voice fell, the swords of the heavens into his body, his body is more ambiguous, like a virtual illusion, as if it is no longer an entity, but a sword body.

Thousands of swords light dissipated, all of them are integrated into the body of Suichuan, but the swordsmanship between the heavens and the earth is several times stronger than before, as if a qualitative change has taken place.

Ye Futian’s looting around the body was suppressed, the rules of the road, under the kendo, the rules did not exist.

Suichuan borrowed three thousand swords and turned the road.

At this time, Luanchuan represents the kendo.

Take the human sword as the road.

He continued to move forward, and the sword penetrated into Ye Futian’s body, as if to break his body and cut off his spiritual will!

(End of this chapter)