The Legend of Futian

367. Chapter 365 is pitted

Chapter 365 is pitted

Liu Feiyang and Liu Shenyu stood beside the leafless dust, and they all heard the voice, only feeling awe.

The swordsman, as it is.

Liu Shenyu saw the tears in the corners of the leaves, only feeling the pain in his heart. He instantly guessed what happened. The man had tears and did not flick. If the man like Ye Wuqing had tears, how could she not understand.

On the leafless body, a very strong sword is lingering, making the Liu Shenyu want to be close but not. This sword should be the last thing left by his master.

The sword is flowing on the body of the leafless dust, turning into a powerful sword. The leaves are dusty and close their eyes. When the falling snow approaches him, they are crushed by the sword. His body is like a handle. The sword stands in the snow.

After a long time, the sword of Ye Wuchen disappeared. Liu Feiyang discovered that the temperament of Ye Wuchen had changed again. The sharp meaning seemed to be a little less, more natural, and heaven and earth. Correspondence, this is a deeper manifestation of the realm. The heavenly position is to constantly conform to the world and let its own power resonate with the strength of the heavens and the earth.

Lifting his head, let the snow fall on his face, leaves no dust, no mourning, not even sadness, only remember that he will become the swordsman the teacher wants to see, go forward.

At the top of the Tianshan Mountains, Ye Futian is playing the melody, Yu Sheng is sitting in front of him cultivation, the melody is constantly being introduced into the eardrum of Yu Sheng, and the snow flies into the endless Spiritual Qi, which hangs down and hangs Yu Sheng, but his On the body, there is a violent dark golden airflow that is resonating with the heavens and the earth. A dark golden magic burying his whole person is becoming more terrifying.

“boom.”

At this point, a horrible airflow swept out, the magic rolled, Yu Sheng doubled open, the dark light in the eyelids gradually dissipated and became normal, and the flow of his body was more reinforced, like Ye Futian. Wufa has broken into the heavens. Although he does not major in spells, the cultivation of Juggernaut has never stopped.

“Wake up.” Ye Futian stopped pointing the strings, revealing a smile, like everything on the mountain today, and finally solved it.

“Yeah.” Yu Sheng nodded and stood up. He looked at Tianshan and said: “What happened on the Tianshan? What is this piece of music, a strong mood.”

“Emerging Songs, the two emperors left.” Ye Futian started talking: “We have been in Tianshan for a long time, and we don’t know what the situation in the East is, we should go back.”

“Well, little vulture?” Yu Sheng asked.

“It stays on the Tianshan cultivation and it has great benefits for it.” Ye Futian said, Yu Sheng didn’t ask anything more.

The snow-flying spells shrouded the bodies of the two, and then they flew directly with the snow, move towards the mountains, and now, the entire Tianshan Mountain, he can clearly find where his friends are.

…………

At the foot of the Tianshan Mountains, although there are countless people, there are still too many people still here.

On the mountain road, there is a figure in the snow at this moment. Their temperament is outstanding, they are all very young, attracting a lot of people’s attention. Then many people talked about it, and their eyes noticed a handsome young man standing in the middle.

Ye Futian, down the mountain.

Disciple Ye Futian, who killed Qin and the Qin dynasty on the Tianshan Mountains, Yu Sheng, who was around him, killed Qin Mengruo, which led to a big battle between Qin and Zhuge Hui. Now this group of people has joined the Tianshan Mountains.

“It seems that both the Senior Sister and the Senior Brother are gone.” Ye Futian looked at the crowd, they stayed on the Tianshan for a long time, plus the bells that he had inspired, presumably the two Senior Sister and the three Senior Brothers also ate. Loss, is this matter confidential?

Among the crowd, an old man sitting in the snow looked at the group of people down the mountain, his eyes lit up, with a smile, he was the first time to see the little guy.

The green skirt girl next to him is still there, and the beautiful eyes are also looking at those people, saying: “They are the rumored pastoral discipline.”

Caotang discipline, in the minds of many people in the East Wilderness, is definitely a legendary figure, especially the top three disciples, all standing in the East.

“Do you see if I have any temperament?” The old man stood up and said to the girl.

“You…” The green skirt girl had some disdain and said: “Although you must be an expert, you still have to say nothing.”

“Don’t believe me, you see the long beautiful girl, that is my family’s six scorpions, the fat man around her, the old seven, the middle looks good, it should be the old eight.” The old man pointed at Ye Futian A humane line.

“Don’t have thought that your skin is so thick. Listen to you saying that the second sputum in your mouth is the sacred church two discipline. Are you not the legendary Mr. Du?” The green skirt girl scorned.

“Cough!”

The old man patted the snow on his body and looked serious. A serious saying: “Low-key, low-key.”

The green skirt girl blinked and then smiled.

Seeing his expression, old man blows his beard and does not believe him?

At this time, I saw a figure in the crowd moving toward Ye Futian and so on, and then faintly blocked them there.

“Master, you see, it seems to be the people of the Qin Dynasty.” The green skirt girl looks a tight, if the Qin Dynasty left people here, it is necessary to kill Ye Futian.

Ye Futian The people who appeared in front of them were the people of the Qin Dynasty. When they saw them, the figure of the sacred mountain and the line of the disciple flickered. Obviously, many people were left at the foot of the Tianshan Mountains. After all, it is the Western Region, the Knife Mountain. Departed recently.

“If you do it, you can’t walk out of the Western Wilderness of the East.” A strong knife of the sacred mountain said that the eyes of the Qin Dynasty were flashing and the look was cold.

Behind them, there were two figures stepping out, and he released a very terrifying momentum, which is the strongman of the princely realm.

“kill.”

The two men took a short walk and went straight to Ye Futian, and a terrifying pressure came.

Ye Futian looked up at them, and there was a sharp, sharp color in his look. At this moment, a terrifying airflow was flowing over the Tianshan Mountains.

“clang!”

The bell rang and turned into a raging storm. The strong men of the two kings’ dynasties looked up at the Tianshan Mountain, and they felt like an invisible magic clock, accompanied by the bells moving towards their bodies.

“boom……”

A terrifying wave devastated their bodies, the two were groaned, and the body landed directly from the void, pale, and bleeding from the corners of the mouth.

“Hey, hey…”

The bells continually oscillated above the Tianshan Mountains. The vast expanse of the heavens and the earth seemed to be shaking. Numerous people closed their eyes and reached out in front of them. Their footsteps were rooted in the ground, but even so, they were still subjected to a strong impact, and the heart leaped.

Standing on the old man in the snow, the clothes were dancing wildly. At this moment, he felt like a terrifying stream of light flowing against the force, and looked up at the move towards the mountains.

It is a coincidence that the bells of the Tianshan Mountains will be played at this moment. He naturally does not believe.

The two princes were continuously affected, and the spit blood in the mouth only felt that the whole person was a little numb, and the foot was unstable. Before the Tianshan ringing bells, all the princes left, but in order to kill Ye Futian, Qin Hao sent them back, but They did not expect it to be so clever, when they started, the Tianshan bell sounded again.

Just when the whole person was not awake, suddenly felt a strong sense of crisis, looked up and looked forward, then saw a sword light move towards them.

“Hey!” The bell screamed again, and the two feet were vain, the will seemed to burst, and the sword light flashed away, and the blood burst out.

The two strong men of the king’s court reached out and grabbed their throats, eyes and eyes, showing unwillingness, they would die like this?

The bell finally stopped, and the crowd was spirally recovering. When they saw the two lying in the snow, they trembled inside.

Is this life?

The two princes died so inexplicably, and after they died, the bell stopped.

If it is not fate, is there someone on Tianshan who is helping Ye Futian? This is obviously less likely.

The people of the Qin Dynasty walked up to the bodies of the two men, and it was ugly and ugly.

“Go.” Ye Futian They were too lazy to go to war. They ignored the Qin dynasty. The Qin dynasty did not dare to stop. The real killing of Ye Futian was the prince who left behind.

Ye Futian walked on the snow, and at this time I saw another figure in front of them.

At this time, Ye Futian showed a strange look. In front of him was a ragged old man with his hands on his back and his eyes moving up.

North Tang Xinger wants to go forward, but sees Yi Xiaoshi pulling her and making her look at her.

Seeing the eyes of Yi Xiaoshi’s smirk, Bei Tang Xinger glanced at him. The little lion is the little Junior Brother.

“Old man, is there anything wrong?” Ye Futian asked strangely.

The old man did not speak, continued to look at him, and the look in his eyes became brighter and brighter.

Ye Futian looked black and then lifted his foot and walked away from the side. The old man continued to move in front of him and asked, “Where is your hometown?”

“The remote place is not enough.” Ye Futian said: “Is there something old?”

“What about age?” the old man asked again.

“………” Ye Futian blushes, but still responds: “It’s about twenty.”

“Twenty, twenty.” The old man seemed to be thinking about something, and then facing Ye Futian said with a smile: “You are a teacher.”

“amount……”

Ye Futian is completely dumbfounded. Is this old man a problem?

“Sorry, my father’s brain is a little bit ill.” The green skirt girl ran forward and wanted to pull the old man away. The old man’s face suddenly darkened.

“Cough.” The old man coughed, looking at the North Tang Xinger and Yi Xiaoshi, standing with their heads up, a pair of high-profile.

“Take care of the elderly, don’t let the old man run around.” Ye Futian is talking to the green dress girl with a smile, this old guy is too funny, right?

At this time, North Tang Xinger pulled his sleeves.

“What happened to Star Sister Senior Sister?” Ye Futian asked.

North Tang Xinger gave him a look, then walked up to the old man: “Teacher, how is your old man here?”

“Teacher, is your old man’s body bones okay? Disciple is very missed.” Yi Xiaoshi also ran forward and flattered.

Ye Futian blinked and saw the old man laughing at him, and Ye Futian’s face became extraordinarily wonderful, and this was awkward…

Yi Xiaoshi is a dead fat man.

Miserable, tragic!

(End of this chapter)