Seeing that Ye Futian blocked the blow, the holy man couldn't help being a little surprised.
How tyrannical the state of the holy way is, even if it is a sage who understands the way, there is still a big gap.
He stepped forward, and a coercion of Dao enveloped Ye Futian's body, even many strong men watching the battle around felt that invisible coercion.
However, because this place is outside the Dali National Courtyard, the holy land controlled the range of its own coercion, and did not dare to destroy it wantonly. hit stronger.
Ye Futian raised his head, only to feel that the palm prints above his head were crushing the world, and a suffocating Daowei crushed him down. If it was a peak sage, it would be difficult to move.
However, he didn't retreat, and saw Ye Futian waving his hands, and suddenly the sword intent transformed, and the epee swords were condensed into shape, and dozens of swords appeared in front of him, each of which was full of a pounding breath. majestic momentum.
"Boom." Ye Futian stepped into the void, and suddenly an epee pierced through the void, ran over the void, swept away everything, and walked towards the palm print under tremendous pressure.
"Boom"
Taking another step, he slapped out his palms like an avalanche, and suddenly the heavy swords pierced through the air, one after another.
The palm print fell, and there was a loud noise, the heavy sword in the front collapsed and shattered, the big palm print crushed down at an extremely fast speed, the loud rumbling sound continued, the void was violently shaken, and the heavy swords kept shaking It shattered and exploded, but the speed of the palm print slowed down a bit, and cracks appeared faintly.
"Om."
Ye Futian stepped up, the last epee pierced through the air, and finally split the palm print, but at the same time, the holy man stepped forward and landed directly above his head, even though this sword cultivator is strong enough to break the holy Dao palm print, but it is only a broken palm print.
The palm of the strong man in the holy realm crushed down like a millstone, and a terrifying golden storm suddenly appeared, crushing everything in the sky below.
"Go." Ye Futian pointed his finger towards the void, and the countless sword intents around him suddenly moved towards the sky. The sword light was like a shadow, and the sky and the earth seemed to be full of swords, without Ye Futian's figure.
"Phantom sword?" There were countless strong men in the holy realm, and the golden storm continued to crush down. The phantom sword was crushed crazily, pressing down on the space.
A crushing coercion fell on Ye Futian, trying to shake him back to the ground. However, with the help of this retreat, Ye Futian stretched out his right hand, and immediately another sword.
With the sword out, Ye Futian's figure disappeared directly from the spot, abruptly breaking through the space oppressed by the opponent's Daowei, and escaped.
At the same time, Li Xuan suddenly felt a crisis approaching. The next moment, he saw Ye Futian's sword light waving in the distance, appearing in front of him in an instant, like flowing clouds and flowing water, coherent across the air.
This kendo is the space kendo.
The sword intent on Ye Futian's body was overwhelming, and Li Xuan's body exploded back, but he could only stretch out his hands and slap forward, his eyes were extremely cold, and he wanted to take it down in an instant. he?
The sacred artifact protects the body, and the palms are covered by the sacred artifact, grabbing Ye Futian's sword.
The sword directly touched his palms, and Li Xuan wanted to buckle it off, but only saw the golden light flashing away, the sword pierced through between his palms, broke through the defensive light curtain, and stabbed at him. his throat.
For a moment, Li Xuan only felt a chill in his throat, his palms stopped there instantly, and his body remained stiff in a strange posture.
At the same time, the strong man in the holy realm stepped forward and landed not far away. He had sensed Ye Futian's sword before turning to him, but he was still a step too late. It was enough for Li Xuan to block the sword.
But obviously, Li Xuan didn't block it with a single sword strike.
Many disciples of the Dali State Academy were surprised when they saw this scene. Facing the attack of a strong man in the holy realm, he actually left the battlefield and controlled Li Xuan's life and death with a single sword.
That sword is amazing.
The strength of the sword cultivator who came to Dali National Academy to seek Taoism is very strong.
"Let him go." The strong man in the holy realm stepped forward, Ye Futian didn't look back, the sword intent came out, the tip of the sword touched Li Xuan's throat skin, as long as he moved lightly, the sword could directly thrust into Li Xuan's throat. Xuan's throat, to end his life.
Li Xuan raised his head slightly, feeling the coolness of his neck, his expression was not too turbulent, his hands were slowly put down, he lowered his head very slowly, those cold and haughty pupils still stared at Ye Futian with a haughty attitude.
As expected of Wushuang in the Lower Realm, Bai Jianshan Jianxiu is a cultivator valued by Jianshan. It is remarkable to be able to control him with a single sword.
"My surname is Li." Li Xuan stared at Ye Futian,p; People who came to watch from a distance also looked at them with some admiration.
A disciple of the National Normal University, Yan Yuan.
Currently, Yan Yuan is basically in charge of the matter of leaving the State Council.
The national teacher of the Great Leaving Academy serves as the dean, and all practitioners of the Great Leaving Academy can call Yan Yuan a big brother.
Yan Yuan already knew what happened. He walked up to the two of them, looked at Li Xuan and Ye Futian, and then asked Li Xuan, "Li Xuan, you are the first to take action on this matter, how do you plan to solve it?"
"Senior brother Yan, as long as he takes the sword away, I won't kill him." Li Xuan said.
Yan Yuan looked at Ye Futian, only to hear Ye Futian say: "I don't believe him."
"He doesn't believe you, how can you guarantee it?" Yan Yuan said to Li Xuan again.
"If he doesn't believe me, what can I do?" Li Xuan's expression turned ugly.
"Since there is no other way, then it's a dead end. Then Jian Qi, you go out with your sword." Yan Yuan said, his words fell, and everyone's eyes were fixed there.
He asked Jian Qi to draw out the sword.
Li Xuan's face was pale.
Is this for two people to die together?
Jian Qi's life, what qualifications are there to take his life?