The Legend of Futian

At the banquet, everyone heard Xia Qingyu's words and expressed their thoughts.

Xia Qingyu, what's the purpose?

Seems to be reprimanding Ye Futian, but let him fight with the people who hate the sky, arrogant Chuan is not present, the disciples who hate the sky present, afraid of Ye Futian opponents.

This made many people show interest. Xia Huang's book sealed Ye Futian as the princess's attendant, which means that Ye Futian was Xia Qingyu's person. So this remark seems to be a rebuke, and is it also an indication of the person who hates Tian Dissatisfaction.

Just a moment ago, it was Feng Xiao's verbal provocation, and she announced in public what Ye Futian said.

It seems impossible to refute.

Xiao Qianhe glanced at Xia Qingyu, princess, and it seemed that he had his own opinion.

Yeah, just look at Ye Futian's strength.

If it is really a lunatic who speaks wild words, then he does not need to worry, Xia Huang and Xia Qingyu will not use Ye Futian.

Yao Xi took a deeper look at Ye Futian next to her. She didn't know if Xia Qingyu knew the strength of Ye Futian, nor did she know how powerful Ye Futian was.

However, after he shot, he could infer about the general, and also what kind of attitude Xia Qingjie was to Ye Futian.

Ye Futian took a look at Xia Qingjie in amazement. Others were unclear, but his heart was like a mirror. No one knew his strength better than Xia Qingjie.

The battle of the imperial tombs, the jihad in the palace, and Xia Qingyu are all known.

Thinking of the haze in Ye Futian's heart, it will disappear. Now that Xia Qingjie is on his side, in a sense, it is also the will of the Xia Emperor. Offending is too hard and nothing will happen.

Ye Futian was also very grateful. Although Xia Qingyu's personality was not very good, it was not important. The key was her position.

Of course, Xia Qingjie's unpleasant scolding of herself must be true. If she had the chance, he would never doubt that Xia Qingjie would want to beat him.

"Yes, princess." Ye Futian stood up and saluted, looking very polite and respectful. Since he is Xia Qingyu's person, he must show his attitude.

During the banquet, there was an open space, although it was not small, it was obviously not enough to support the sage's peak battle.

However, Ye Futian didn't care. He walked to the middle and saluted the grandfather Xiao and the princess Xiao on the podium: "Today is the day of the seniors' birthday feast. The younger ones are invited here. Naturally, they should not disturb the seniors. It ’s easy to play a song with great interest, so it ’s easy to play this song to celebrate the elder Xiao ’s elders, and with the sound of the piano, you ’ll be reluctant to repair the sword.

Ye Futian said, looking in the direction of the people who hate the sky, saying: "Since the people who hate the sky say I speak out, let's come together."

After all, he sat cross-legged, Qin soul appeared, floating in front of him.

Without waiting for the person who hates the sky to fight, ten fingers will directly pluck the strings, and the piano sounds.

The place of the banquet was exceptionally quiet. At this moment, only the notes were beating, and everyone's eyes were on the white-haired young man sitting alone, as if he was the only one at the moment.

Among the piano sounds, there seems to be a sense of loneliness. It seems like a legacy and independence. Many people have a wonderful mood. At this moment, Ye Futian seems to be alone and isolated from the world even though he is in a lively banquet.

"Go." Li Hentian's leader Jian Sheng said, suddenly Li Hetian stepped out of the figure, there were many sword repairs walking at the same time, surrounded Ye Futian.

Right in front of Ye Futian, Li Hentian Moli also sat cross-legged and took out his Guqin.

Feng Xiao stood beside him, and the rest of them stood around Ye Futian, all with swords permeating their bodies.

"You can shoot." Ye Futian said, his voice dropped, and someone in front of him had a sword cut out directly, without any kind.

The two sides are very close, reducing the sword attack to a very narrow range, but the destructive power is absolutely terrible and extremely dangerous.

This sword intended to make a stern, sharp sound, as fast as lightning, chopped to Ye Futian.

Ye Futian flicked his fingers, the strings trembled, and a string of piano sounds broke into a terrible rule of art, which directly shattered the cut sword.

"Hmm ..." For a moment, the terrible sword-qi storm converged. The powerful swordsmanship erupted at the same time from the powerful haters of heaven. A suffocating coercion appeared in the middle of the banquet, turning into a terrifying storm A holy character shot and arranged a light curtain to isolate the battlefield. The horrible sword gas storm tore the void and turned it into an endless sword. At the same time, he cut to Ye Futian.

Ye Futian did not move, nor did the people who hated Tian did not move, but the confrontation between Qinyin and Jianyi.

At this moment, the small space was like the last days.

Ye Futian was right in the center.

However, as if he didn't feel it, he was still playing the piano quietly. His piano sound penetrated the sword gas storm, and a horrifying storm of rules appeared around the lonely figure. A wave of sound was cut out, and the void seemed to be cut off. The terrible sword gas storm was actually cut off and the scene was amazing.

The sound of the piano played by Mo Li also sounded at the same time, turning into a sharp sword, as if there were innumerable strands, each piano sound like a sword, pierced into Ye Futian's mind.

Not only that, in the storm that was cut off, there was still an infinite sword intended to kill Ye Futian, but he still sat quietly as if he could not perceive it, and numerous swords cut into his body and pierced Among his spiritual will, Ye Futian at this time seemed to be torn into pieces in a moment.

But he is still playing quietly, lonely, sad, but with a state of extreme pride, as if he is proclaiming that even if the world is enemy, he is still him and will not shake his mind.

Ye Futian had white hair like a sword, dancing in the storm. His clothes were hunting and hunting, all over his body. At this moment, there was a regular aura of air, with endless swordsmanship, he couldn't cut into his body.

"The rules of space and the rules of stars are one." Those sacred figures naturally felt the power of Ye Futian. He arranged absolute defenses around his body. Under the shroud of piano sounds, that rule of power seemed to be rioting.

The strong men of Li hate the heavens frowned slightly, and the stronger swordsman's body burst out. Some even released the soul of life. Mo Li's ten fingers frantically plucked the strings, trying to penetrate the other's spiritual will with the sound of the piano. Affecting Ye Futian, but he found that Ye Futian seemed to be inaudible.

Ye Futian's piano sound storm became more and more intense, permeating the vast and endless space. At this moment, this small space was filled with a force of destruction of space tearing, which made many people feel a hint of threat.

Finally, a sword Xiu's body moved, like a straight sword, assassinated towards Ye Futian, a sword was born, the soul was broken, the space seemed to be divided into two, and the sword cut in.

Ye Futian still sat there quietly, without even looking up. At this moment, Jian Xiu felt only a flash of devastating lightning in his head, making his soul tremble. At the same time, his body seemed to be still and destroyed. The storm enveloped him, and at this moment, he had a deep sense of fear.

How powerful is this rule power and mental will attack?

As if there was no power to fight back.

"The world says I'm proud, but why should I prove it to the world." Ye Futian calmly opened his mouth, his voice fell, and his right hand swiped across the strings. At that moment, the sword repair hummed and spit out blood. come down.

It ’s not just him. The swords of the heavens and hates are attacked at the same time. At this moment, the piano sound really turns into a mental attack and directly penetrates their will. At this moment, they have an illusion, as if they are in the middle of it. In the midst of a doomsday.

Not only that, their bodies also seemed to be standing still, making them difficult to move.

"I am me. In the holy realm, Li hate the sky, who is worthy of a battle?" His voice dropped, his fingers plucked the strings again, and for a moment, every figure groaned, and blood spit from his mouth. The strings were broken directly, and his face was as pale as paper. The whole space was only Ye Futian's piano sound and the suffocating storm.

As if everyone was in Ye Futian's control.

In the holy realm, Li hate the sky, who deserves a battle?

Li hate Tianjian Xiu, no one moves, and has no ability to move.

Ye Futian is still playing slowly, but the exciting piano music is gradually coming to an end, becoming quiet, but still lonely.

As if, he did n’t need anyone to understand, and he did n’t need to prove anything like the world ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ He came from Kyushu in the Nether World. Even though many people questioned him, even though many big people thought it was too arrogant, he could n’t make up Jie Tian stood on the peak of the evil spirits, but what about it?

Xia Qingyu gave him a fight, so a song came out, no one hated the sky.

Qin Yin dropped slowly, Ye Futian was flying white, and he sat quietly as if he had never done anything.

However, the people present were deeply shocked. He resisted the attacks of Jianxiu, only by controlling the rules and the power of the flesh. Only at the end, he launched an attack. The piano sound and the rule attack came at the same time. World War I?

nobody.

The same is true even if it is a sorrowful practitioner.

Everyone's eyes were gazing at him. This harp sound seemed to truly realize how proud the white-haired young man from Kyushu was.

Xia Huang booked him as the princess's attendant. It seemed that he knew how strong he was before he could appreciate him.

In this way, Xia Huang may value Ye Futian more than most people think.

So Xia Qingyu had just let Ye Futian make a shot, and it was worth remembering.

This is announcing, Ye Futian, is her person?

Xiao Qianhe stared at the figure, and from Ye Futian's body, he felt a spirit.

Ye Futian took up Qin Hun, he got up, and slightly leaned towards the podium, saying: "To disturb Xiao Xing's predecessor, Ya Xing, after the junior, Ye Futian left."

"Go on." Xia Qingyu said lightly before the others spoke.

Ye Futian retreated, and then took the people from Dao Gong and turned away.

Since Xiao Qianhe has no purpose, he does not need to intentionally leave the opposite party here!

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