At the banquet, everyone looked thoughtful after hearing Xia Qingyuan's words.
Xia Qingyuan, what’s the purpose of this
It seemed that he was scolding Ye Futian, but he was asked to fight against Lihentian's people. Wanchuan was not here, and the disciples of Lihentian who were present were afraid that they would be Ye Futian's opponents.
This made many people show great interest. Emperor Xia conferred Ye Futian as the princess's valet, which meant that Ye Futian was Xia Qingyuan's man. So, these words seemed to be a rebuke, but did they also show his respect for Lihentian's people? dissatisfaction.
Just now, Feng Xiao was provocative and announced what Ye Futian said in public. In this case, let's discuss it.
It seems impossible to refute.
Xiao Qianhe glanced at Xia Qingyuan, the princess seemed to have her own opinion.
That's fine, let's see how strong Ye Futian is.
If he is really just a madman who speaks arrogant words, then he doesn't need to worry, Xia Huang and Xia Qingyuan will not use Ye Futian.
Yao Xi glanced at Ye Futian beside her with a deep look. She didn't know whether Xia Qingyuan knew Ye Futian's strength, nor did she know how powerful Ye Futian was.
However, after he took action, he could deduce the general idea and what kind of attitude Xia Qingyuan had towards Ye Futian.
Ye Futian glanced at Xia Qingyuan in surprise. Others were unclear, but his mind was like a mirror. No one knew his strength better than Xia Qingyuan.
Xia Qingyuan knew all about the Battle of the Imperial Tomb and the Holy War in the Dao Palace.
Thinking of this, the haze in Ye Futian's heart disappeared. Since Xia Qingyuan is on his side, in a sense, it is also the will of Emperor Xia. Even the Xiao family where the imperial concubine is located, as long as he does not If you offend too hard, nothing will happen.
Ye Futian was quite grateful in his heart. Although Xia Qingyuan's personality was not very good, it was not important. The key was his attitude.
Of course, Xia Qingyuan's unhappy scolding of him must be true. If given the chance, he would never doubt that Xia Qingyuan would want to beat him up.
"Yes, princess." Ye Futian stood up and saluted, appearing very polite and respectful. Since he was Xia Qingyuan's man, he had to show his attitude.
During the banquet, there was an open space. Although it was not small, it was obviously not enough to support the peak-level battle of the sage.
However, Ye Futian didn't pay attention. He walked to the middle and saluted Mr. Xiao and Princess Xiao on the stage: "Today is the day of Senior Xiao's birthday party. The juniors are invited here, so naturally they should not disturb the seniors. If you are interested in going to war, I will play a piece of music here to celebrate the birthday of Senior Xiao, and with the sound of the piano, I will understand the meaning of practicing the sword from the Heavenly Sword."
After Ye Futian finished speaking, he looked in the direction of Lihentian and the others and said, "Since Lihentian's people say that I am uttering arrogant words, let's come together to the Holy Land."
After saying that, he sat cross-legged, and the soul of the piano appeared and floated in front of him.
Without waiting for the man who hated the sky to accept the challenge, he directly plucked the strings with his ten fingers, and the sound of the piano sounded.
The banquet place was extremely quiet, with only the beating of musical notes at the moment. Everyone's eyes were looking at the white-haired young man sitting alone, as if he was the only one at this moment.
There seems to be a hint of loneliness in the sound of the piano, as if left behind and independent, and many people have a wonderful artistic conception. At this moment, even though Ye Futian is at a lively banquet, he seems to be alone and isolated from the world.
"Go." Li Hentian's leading sword master said, and immediately Li Hentian's figures stepped out, and many sword cultivators stepped forward at the same time, surrounding Ye Futian.
Right in front of Ye Futian, Lihentian Moli also sat cross-legged and took out his guqin.
Feng Xiao stood beside him, and the others stood around Ye Futian, all with sword intent permeating their bodies.
"You can take action now." Ye Futian said. As soon as he finished speaking, there was a person in front of him who had sword intent slashing out directly, without any courtesy at all.
The two sides are very close to each other, compressing the sword attack into a very narrow range, but the destructive power is absolutely terrifying and extremely dangerous.
This sword intention made a sharp sound, as fast as lightning, and slashed towards Ye Futian.
With a flick of Ye Futian's fingers, the strings of the piano trembled, and a wisp of music broke through the air. It turned into a terrifying rule technique, directly shattering the sword intent that was struck.
"Chichi..." In an instant, the terrifying storm of sword energy gathered together, and the powerful men in Lihentian simultaneously burst out with amazing sword intent. In the middle of the banquet, a suffocating pressure appeared, turning into a terrifying storm. Someone from the Holy Realm took action and arranged a light curtain to isolate the battlefield. Suddenly, a terrifying storm of sword energy tore through the void, turning into endless sword intent, and slashed at Ye Futian at the same time.
Ye Futian didn't move, and neither did Lihentian's people. It was the battle between the sound of the piano and the sword's will.
At this moment, the small space seemed like the end of the world.
Ye Futian is in the center direction.
However, he seemed not to feel it, and still played the music quietly. His music actually penetrated the sword energy storm and came out. A terrifying regular storm appeared around the lonely figure. Under the influence of the music, , wisps of sound waves were chopped out, and the void seemed to be cut off. The terrifying sword energy storm was actually cut in half. The scene was astonishing.
The sound of the piano played by Mo Li also sounded at the same time, turning into extremely sharp sword intent, as if there were thousands of threads, and every piano sound was like a sword, piercing into Ye Futian's mind.
Not only that, in the severed storm, there was still infinite sword intent to kill Ye Futian, but he seemed to be unable to sense it, still sitting there quietly, with countless sharp swords slashing towards his body, piercing In his mental will, Ye Futian seemed to be torn to pieces in an instant.
But he was still playing quietly, lonely and desolate, but with an extremely proud mood, as if to declare that even if the world was full of enemies, he was still him and would not shake his state of mind.
Ye Futian's white hair was like a sword, dancing in the storm. His clothes made a sound, and his whole body was filled with a regular aura. The endless sword intent could not penetrate his body.
"The rules of space and the rules of stars are one." Those saintly figures naturally sensed the power of Ye Futian. He arranged absolute defense around his body. Under the sound of the piano, the power of rules seemed to be rioting.
The strong men in Lihentian frowned slightly, and stronger sword intent burst out from their bodies. Some even released their life souls. Mo Li frantically plucked the strings with his ten fingers, hoping to penetrate the opponent's spiritual will with the sound of the piano. It affected Ye Futian, but he found that Ye Futian seemed to be unable to hear it.
The storm of the piano music played by Ye Futian became more and more intense, filling the vast and endless space. This small space was filled with a destructive space tearing force, making many people feel a hint of threat.
Finally, the body of a sword cultivator moved, and like a straight sword, he stabbed out towards Ye Futian. With one strike of the sword, he cut off the soul. The space seemed to be divided into two, and the sword struck.
Ye Futian was still sitting there quietly, without even raising his head. At this moment, the swordsman felt a lightning of destruction flash through his mind, making his soul tremble. At the same moment, his body seemed to be still, destroyed. The storm enveloped him, and at this moment, he felt deeply fearful.
What kind of powerful rule power and spiritual will attack is this
It seems that there is no way to fight back.
"Everyone says that I am arrogant, but why do I need to prove it to the world?" Ye Futian said calmly. After the words fell, his right hand passed through the strings. In an instant, the swordsman groaned and spit out a mouthful of blood. come down.
Not only him, but all the sword cultivators in Lihentian around him were attacked by the sound of the piano at the same time. At this moment, the sound of the piano truly turned into a spiritual attack, directly penetrating their will. At this time, they had the illusion that they were in In the light of doomsday.
Not only that, their bodies also seemed to be at rest, making it difficult to move.
"I am me. Under the Holy Realm, Li Hentian, who is worthy of fighting?" After his voice fell, his fingers plucked the strings again. In an instant, one after another figures groaned, vomiting blood from their mouths, and the words in Mo Li's hand The strings of the piano broke directly, and his face was as pale as paper. In the entire space, there was only the sound of Ye Futian's piano and the suffocating storm.
It seemed that everyone was under Ye Futian's control.
Under the holy realm, who is worthy of fighting in Lihentian
Lihentian Sword Cultivator, no one can move anymore, and no one has the ability to move.
Ye Futian was still playing slowly, but the passionate music gradually came to an end and became quiet, but still lonely.
It seems that he doesn't need anyone to understand or prove anything to the world.
He came from the lower realm of Kyushu. Even though many people doubted him, even though many big shots thought that he was too arrogant and could not stand shoulder to shoulder with those evil figures who stood at the top of the upper realm, but so what
Xia Qingyuan asked him to fight, so he sang a song, Li Hentian, and there was no one under him.
The music of the piano fell slowly, and Ye Futian's white hair was flying. He sat there quietly, as if he had never done anything.
However, everyone present was deeply shocked. He resisted the attacks of the sword cultivators only by relying on his control of the rules and the strength of his body. Only at the end did he launch an attack. The sound of the piano and the attacks of the rules came at the same time. Who is worthy? A battle
nobody.
Even if you are a cultivator of Lihentian, it is the same.
Everyone's eyes were fixed on him. The sound of the piano seemed to truly realize how proud this white-haired young man from Kyushu was.
Emperor Xia made him a valet of the princess. It seemed that he appreciated him because he knew how strong he was.
From this point of view, Emperor Xia may value Ye Futian more than everyone imagined.
Then Xia Qingyuan just asked Ye Futian to take action, which is worth recalling.
Is this announcing that Ye Futian is hers
Xiao Qianhe stared at the figure, and he felt a sharp energy from Ye Futian.
Ye Futian put away the soul of the piano, stood up, bowed slightly to the ceremony table, and said: "It is the fault of a junior to disturb Senior Xiao's elegant mood. Ye Futian will leave now."
"Go." Xia Qingyuan said calmly before the others spoke.
Ye Futian stepped back, then turned around and left with the people from the Dao Palace.
Since Xiao Qianhe has an ulterior motive, there is no need for him to stay here deliberately to give the other party face!
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