The Legend of Futian

392. Chapter 389 Chapter Killing

Chapter 389 kicks off

Qin Lan felt that his body was moving toward the direction of the Tianshan Mountains. His hands and feet and his neck were all entangled in the vines, and his body was rolled up to the Tianshan Mountains.

He was really scared. The father went to the cottage to hold Mr. Du and the college. As long as they killed the knife, they were surnamed Qin, but he never dreamed that Ye Futian could not only lead the Tianshan. The bells, and, in addition, can control the Spiritual Qi of the Tianshan Mountains.

“I won’t die.” Qin Zhen’s mind gave birth to a strong desire to survive. His body was full of golden brilliance and shredded everything. At the same time, his armored armor released light and blocked the attack of the spell.

The golden vines were cut off by the mighty golden meaning. Qin Yu gave birth to a hope, but he heard a scream… Hey, he vomited blood, and the hope that had just risen was instantly destroyed.

Ye Futian, this is to completely break his way of life, to kill him.

The fear in Qin Xin’s heart became stronger and stronger, and then a loud bang, he felt his body hit the mountain wall, and the vine turned into a terrifying blade to stab his body, but at this time The bathing rituals are shining and blocking the attack of the vines.

“Hey, hey, hey…” The bells swayed everything, and the vast expanse of the Tianshan space trembled.

“Bastard.”

“Stop.” Those princes in the ruins of the state are all on the ground, blood rushing, the majestic and sturdy body of the dragon fell softly on the ground, the blood flowing in the mouth, the three-legged Jinwu also faintly lying On the ground, the blood of the Flame color flows out.

It’s terrible. The powerful characters of the entire Tianshan Mountain have all been suppressed. Instead, the weakest people in the cultivation base are still able to stand safely. They look at the feelings of the princes falling on the snow.

The bells are still echoing constantly, playing in their minds. In the Tianshan Mountains, Ye Futian controls the bells and kills everything.

Too cruel.

At this time, Qin Yu was firmly bound to the mountain wall like Nan Yu. The breath was weak and could even be described as dying. The brilliance of the instrument became dim. His fine Juggernaut was weak and could not mobilize Spiritual Qi to communicate. The body shrouded the whole body.

The sharp golden vines touched the skin on the neck of the Qin dynasty like a sharp blade. The cold and biting, the weak Qin Qin looked up at Ye Futian, whispered: “Let me.”

Let go?

Ye Futian smiled. When Qin Hao laid out the country, he thought about who he had let go.

“The Qin Dynasty is cruel and indifferent, so powerful, destined to be submerged in the long river of history, Qin Lan, you will not be alone.” Ye Futian voice fell, sharp sharp blade pierced his neck, blood gradually flowed out, Qin Yu binocular The round cymbals, like the return of light, restored their strength, staring at Ye Futian.

“I’m not willing.” He snarled with all his strength, and then his eyes gradually faded, his breath disappeared, and he was nailed to the top of the mountain.

The snow on the Tianshan Mountains shrouded his body. For a moment, Qin Yuhua became an ice sculpture and was frozen on the mountain wall of the Tianshan Mountains.

“Liu Guo, why are you willing.” Ye Futian murmured, beside him, Nan Yu’s body trembled with fear, and the sinister sinister man he despised, the temperament displayed at the moment made him feel a little scared. The meaning of the Tianshan Mountains swept the strong people around the Tianshan Mountains and nailed the top princes to the top of the Tianshan Mountains.

Ye Futian turned slowly, and under the Tianshan Mountains, countless eyes looked at Ye Futian’s figure, and the heart burst into waves.

He had the remains of the Tianshan Mountains, the meaning of the Tianshan Mountains, the Crown Prince of the Qin Dynasty, Qin Yu, and the Tianshan Mountains.

Moreover, I am afraid that it is not just the Qin Dynasty.

At the foot of the Tianshan Mountains, on the snow, the faces of the Sect Master, the Palace Lord and the Sect Master of Donghuazong became pale and ugly.

At this point they were all weak and miserable.

They know very well that since Ye Futian can kill Qin Qin, they are the same.

Above the sky, the golden vines covering the sky obscured the sky, and there was no snow between the heavens and the earth.

Ye Futian glanced at the Sect Master and the Palace Lord, and then the vines rolled over to them.

“Hey.” Sung Master Sect Master gathers the last strength, the body turns into a sword light to escape, a bang, the bell sweeps down, the floating sword Sung Master Han Ruoshui body falls directly, powerless, desperate .

The vine was rolled over and directly wrapped around his body, then rolled up to his arm, and the sword was swept into the air, and a beautiful arc was drawn.

With a bang, Sect Master, a giant scorpion figure, his neck was cut by his own sword, and like Qin Hao, he ordered Tianshan.

“No, I am willing to take orders from the cottage.” The Palace Lord looked at the Tianshan Mountain and looked at the handsome figure suspended on the Tianshan Mountains. He expressed his willingness to surrender.

At this point, he only wants to live and survive.

“Don’t insult the cottage.” Ye Futian glanced at the other side, swaying his sword, blood falling on the snow, and everyone’s heart was numb, this is the third big man, the top of the East, the big guys, They all died in the hands of Ye Futian.

Kill the ring.

Before, who would have thought about these giants in the East, would this kind of death?

Shake the sword and spin, move towards the direction of the Sect Master couple in the clouds, as fast as lightning.

Hua Sect Master was pale, and he and his wife were together, and their hearts sighed silently.

Donghuazong always wanted to be the first in the world, so he joined forces with the Qin Dynasty, but whoever thought that the churches were superior to these places, they did not die in the hands of the knife, but they will die in the grass. In the hands of disciple, it is really a dream.

Shaking the sword into cold lightning, killing it, but seeing it at this time, a shadow is in front of them.

“Green.” Hua Sect Master shouted loudly, the person who was in front of them was Hua Qingqing.

I saw that at this time, Hua Qingqing looked at the direction of the Tianshan Mountains. The shining sword was like lightning, with an unparalleled sharpness.

“Hey.”

Sword qi swallowed, the cold light reflected on Hua Qingqing’s face, her eyes were always open, beautiful eyes did not blink, did not go to see the sword, just looking at Ye Futian.

“Green, let go.” Hua Sect Master started talking, Hua Qingqing is not heard, still in front.

“I will die for them.” Hua Qingqing looked at Ye Futian.

“On the Tianshan, you didn’t shoot me, went down to Tianshan, you kept my secret, so I saved you before, but your parents are responsible for something.” Ye Futian started talking.

Hua Qingqing and the Qin Dynasty and the Donghuazong were different, so he would save him, but the Chinese Sect Master, they were killed by his Senior Brother Senior Sister.

“I know, so I am willing to replace them.” Hua Qingqing whispered.

“Can’t replace it,” said Ye Futian.

“The things of Liu Guo, they did not participate, they did not know, it is the meaning of the Qin Dynasty. If you have decided your mind, then kill together.” Hua Qingqing beautiful eyes slowly closed, a tear falling from the corner of his eyes It was not because of fear of death, but because of some things. She remembered the snow of the Tianshan Mountains and remembered the shocking music on the Tianshan Mountains.

If she knows this day, will she be shooting Ye Futian on Tianshan? Going down to the Tianshan Mountains, will you keep a secret for him?

“Little Junior Brother, forgive.” At this time, Ye Futian was standing beside him, and Knife whispered with his eyes closed.

Ye Futian heard the words of the knife saint, looking at the direction of Hua Qingqing, started talking: “How is the Chinese Sect Master?”

“I will retire, but ask the East.” Sect Master started talking.

“If you can’t do it?” Ye Futian said again.

“They can’t do it, I die.” Hua Qingqing opened his eyes and looked at Ye Futian.

Ye Futian looked at the firm eyes. The next moment, the vines screamed and screamed away. After all, they did not kill the Sect Master and the Lady Yuxi, but move towards another direction.

That direction is the direction in which the wilderness of the wilderness is taught.

The face of the Buddha suddenly changed abruptly, started talking: “Help me.”

He flashed his body and escaped behind the holy fire.

The cold light shimmers the sword and kills it. Moves to the head and moves toward Ye Futian. It is cold and cold: “You dare to kill him.”

“Oh…” The vines rolled up to the body of the Buddha, tied him directly, and then moved toward the void.

“let me go.”

The Buddha’s face changed greatly and looked up at Ye Futian.

The golden vines brought him directly into the void, facing Ye Futian.

Ye Futian looked at him and said, “Do you want to enter the wasteland?”

Buddha, want to use him as a springboard, step on his life, into the wild state cultivation.

“I don’t agree.” Ye Futian whispered, behind the Buddha, shaking the light sword with the vines, slamming, directly penetrated the Buddha’s head, hehe!

The Buddha’s eyes were still groaning, the blood continued to flow, the vines disappeared, and his body moved toward the sky, and his heart was cold.

Is this not his chance?

The arrival of the strong people of the wilderness, from the East Valley Qianqiu Temple, into the cultivation of the wasteland, the pursuit of power, everything, is so perfect, he just knows the secret of Ye Futian.

But why, the ending will be like this?

Why, he will die.

The Buddha said that all sentient beings have reincarnation, where is the reincarnation? The death of a person is gone, and there is no such thing in the world.

His life, still so short, empty innate talent, has not yet bloomed his light, he will kill Tianshan.

He is not reconciled.

But not reconciled, still dead, his body fell on the snow, and like the Sect Master, they are not reconciled, did not think that their ending will be like this.

“Sorry, personal grudges have nothing to do with you.”

Ye Futian spoke to the singer, his tone was faint, and his face was ugly.

Personal grievances, nothing to do with him?

This is hitting his face.

However, the indifference of Ye Futian’s voice did not consider him at all.

Ye Futian certainly didn’t consider him. If it wasn’t for the forces behind them, Ye Futian would kill him directly. People have already offended, killing the Buddha, and need to consider his feelings? That is not as good as obeying each other!

(End of this chapter)