The Legend of Futian

1245. Chapter 1217 Struggling

Chapter 1217 Struggling

The escaping is still escaping, but at this time, there is a sword drops from the sky in the void, which slams down and directly blocks his way forward.

A mighty pressure swept out, and turned away from the hustle and bustle. Ye Futian, who was moved towards the palm of his hand, smashed out of the air, and his arm turned into a sacred five-claw Metal dragon, which came directly to Ye Futian. Buckling down, extremely sudden.

Obviously, he is not willing to die, he is also a sacred person, even if he lost to Ye Futian, he must fight.

At this time, his face was slightly distorted, and there was anger in despair.

That look, I want to fight Ye Futian.

The time and space is like a bolt of lightning, and it is directly assassinated. A loud roaring sound is heard. The huge five-claw Metal dragon body bursts and smashes. Ye Futian’s body does not stop, crossing the Void directly, and descending from the front.

As soon as it came out, time and space seemed to be solidified. When it was roaring and screaming, Void swayed. His footsteps suddenly stepped forward, and there was a phantasm on the body, as if it were not his own will, but A gem of the world, directly rushing out of his mind.

At this moment, Ye Futian perceives a strong crisis.

The shackles will be directly murdered. He seems to have perceived a silhouette of the King of the World. Although it is only a spiritual will, the violent hurricane still shakes him out, and the willpower rushes into him. In my mind.

The will is incomparably stalwart, can not be a lifetime, is the real emperor, eradicating the existence of all will.

“Boom.” Ye Futian was hit hard in his mind, and the flying body fell directly to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood in his mouth, and his will was somewhat scattered.

Turning around, his face was gloomy and he glanced at Ye Futian who fell to the ground.

The father left an idea into his mind, which allowed him to be motivated when he had a life crisis. He was a man and he did not know the formidable power, but now he sees this scene, and he is desperate. The dawn was discovered, the eyes were full of haze, and moved towards Ye Futian’s body.

“do you died?”

If the father of the king destroyed the will of Ye Futian, it is possible to kill the other directly.

Seeing Ye Futian, he didn’t move, and he showed a hint of sorrow, and there was a cruel smile in his eyes.

He always wanted to kill Ye Futian, a ants from Nine Provinces, who threatened him step by step.

Now, is it finally dead, and it is so dead, it is really a drama.

A violent breath was released from the body, and he reached out and a terrifying five-claw Metal dragon appeared above Ye Futian’s head.

Even if Ye Futian is lying there, he will have to let him die again.

“Death.” From the screaming, the five-claw Metal dragon smashed down, and the sharp claw slammed directly onto Ye Futian’s body, and the ground made a bursting sound, and the dust was flying.

Going forward step by step, he finally laughed, a little mad.

However, only in an instant, his smile will solidify there, and in the flying dust Earth, a form floats up.

Ye Futian has a brilliance of green, which is the Force of Life, very rich.

His eyes opened, and the deep eyes were like an endless abyss, letting the smirk open his mouth and staring at Ye Futian standing up.

How could it not die!

Ye Futian’s mouth was filled with blood and his face was a little pale. Compared with the attack on the shackles, the former emperor had almost missed his life. If there is no emperor to protect him. The will is immortal, I am afraid he is already a dead person.

Departure is not the most important child from the emperor, and the cultivation base is also the weakest, but it also has the guardianship of the emperor.

“sad.”

Looking at the sly eyes, Ye Futian spit out two words indifferently. On his body, there seems to be a ray of light from the avenue, as if his body is the avenue body, bathing and looting.

When he was holy, the flesh was also sacred, the body was strong, and it was the true sacred body. The same level of sacred attack, it is difficult to shake his body.

sad?

Hearing the sarcasm of Ye Futian, he felt a sadness in his heart. He was dignified away from the emperor, and Ye Futian called him sad.

Sad?

Of course it is sad.

Now Ye Futian looks at his eyes like he looked at Ye Futian’s eyes.

“Boom.” The robbery squatted on his body, like a road robbery, his soul was trembled and his body was paralyzed.

But at this moment, he did not escape. In front of the people in front of him, he could not escape even if he wanted to escape. What a sorrow.

He seems to have only a dead end.

In the distance, the voice of shouting loudly came out, and Ye Futian looked up at the sky, and saw Yan Yuan’s hand-supporting avenue pattern, blood-stained, smashing and stalking at the same time, how could Yan Yuan, who was hit hard, contend The year of 丫丫 was itself the sacredness of Nirvana.

At this time, Yan Yuan turned back, moved towards him and looked at it. It looked a little bleak.

Around Ye Futian’s body, there is a sword whistling, and the Kaye Sword instantly penetrates the body of the scorpion. For a moment, the blood is stained from the body. The sword is raging in his body. He is groaned, the mouth is bleeding, and the body is almost not standing. stable.

However, he did not die.

He looked up and looked at Ye Futian and said, “Give me a good time.”

He thought that Ye Futian wanted to torture him and make him die.

“Boom.” A handprint smashed down and lifted it away. Ye Futian was red and killing terrifying.

“I want to give you a good time too.” Ye Futian’s voice was a little hoarse, like a struggle inside.

He left and he had the murder of his wife. On that day, in the air, he almost killed their entire group, how he did not hate.

He can’t wait to put his sword in his heart.

But seeing Yan Yuan’s determination and the eyes, and the meaning behind the war between the eight great Nirvanas, he forcibly resisted without starting.

If you die, what about the big overseas teacher?

If you die, you will be separated from the dynasty and the Xia Huangjie. It is very likely that a war will break out.

Is he Ye Futian qualified to provoke a battle between the two great kings?

What is he based on?

Therefore, he will struggle.

“Boom.” The big palm print will be lifted from the body of the cockroach, Ye Futian stepping forward, moving towards the battlefield.

In the distance, Lu Chuan saw Ye Futian clutching his shackles. He also walked and followed the other side, and many battles around him stopped.

This space seems to have returned to silence.

Ye Futian moved towards Yan Yuan’s battlefield and shouted: “Hey.”

His voice came out, and they looked at it, and they immediately returned to the sword and came to Ye Futian. The silence also stopped and did not continue fighting.

Yan Yuan looked towards Ye Futian, although he was covered in blood, but still looks like Adamance, standing on the ground.

He suddenly showed a smile, but the smile was slightly sad.

“I didn’t expect to lose to you.” Yan Yuan said, his expression is extraordinarily complex and has unspeakable feelings.

blame? I can’t talk about it, and I have a position.

Appreciation, naturally there is.

That day at the time of Nine Provinces, it was actually a word.

In today’s battle, he asked himself that he was well prepared, but he was taken away by Ye Futian.

“Which win or lose.” Ye Futian sighed: “Go, go to Chiba City.”

When the palm of your hand waved, the sword floated in the air, and several people stepped on it. The sword broke through the air and moved towards the distance.

Lu Chuan went to Yan Yuan and listened to Yan Yuan whispered: “No wonder the teacher appreciates him so much.”

“Senior Brother, he may not kill.” Li Chuan said, Yan Yuan looked at the river, only to listen to the law of Chuanchuan: “Kill the wife, if you want to kill, just smashed.”

Yan Yuan looked up towards towards the distant Ye Futian disappeared silhouette, started talking: “Go.”

After all, he took a step and moved towards the front.

Ryukawa stood beside Yan Yuan and glanced at the big Senior Brother, sighing in his heart.

Departure, was lost in the hands of the big Senior Brother.

If Ye Futian kills the shackles, the first Senior Brother will be blamed, but the Senior Brother thinks, it must be a teacher.

…………

Chiba City, the war is still the same, violent.

Even the major Peak characters, the battlefield is close.

Before hating the sword master, he injured Cao Kong. However, Cao Kong’s magical powers were extremely tenacious, and he still refused to retreat. He pursued all the way to the battlefield of the great priest and the high priest.

The Regent King repulsed Lu You, who rushed all the way and killed the central area of ​​Chiba City.

The six Nirvana Peak characters, the Battle-shaking, Earth-shattering battle in the sky, attracted thousands of people in Chiba City to look up and fight in the sky, the heart trembled.

At this time, many battlefields have fallen.

The great teacher left the country has no intention of fighting. Before leaving the sword, the sword opened the road and crossed the Void. It must be away from the city. I don’t know how Yan Yuan would, could block the sword.

“The shackles have been taken down, and there is no truce.” At this time, a voice screamed abruptly, and many of the strong men in the war were a glimpse. Many people looked at the direction of the talking, and turned out to be a Demonic Beast. .

“My Lord has taken off, and is returning here.” The black wind carving continued to speak, the great national teacher shouting loudly, the numerous battlefields in the entire battlefield all violently oscillated.

In the vast battlefield, many powerful people are involuntarily separated, as if under this shouting loudly, stop fighting.

The great teacher left the country to sweep the battlefield. He did not want to have this battle, but he did not choose.

Is it true that Ye Futian has taken it now?

Yan Yuan, deliberately guarding there, how is he doing now.

PS: I recommend a friend’s new fantasy book, “The Royal Holocaust,” and those who are interested can look at it.

(End of this chapter)