The two sisters Yan Qingyi are the daughters of Prince Yan.
Kaihuang and Lin Ya were the first members of Yanjun Juque Sword Sect and Fenglei Sword Sect.
No one can bear his sword.
For just a moment, the vast space suddenly became quiet.
The Yanjun sword cultivator was shaken in his heart, and his eyes were like sharp swords, shooting straight at Ye Futian.
Previously, the Storm Sword Master deliberately introduced Ye Futian, saying that he defeated Nie Yun with one sword. Many people believed that Ye Futian must be extraordinary, and Prince Yan also thought so.
However, Dao Zhan Ye Futian was just talking, but he didn't play, so everyone no longer took him to heart, especially those arrogant words, more like a fanatic who didn't know the heights of heaven and earth.
But now, he finally drew his sword.
One sword for one person.
In the previous Taoist battle, it wasn't that he didn't draw his sword, but that no one was qualified to let him draw his sword.
Therefore, he bypassed Dao Zhan and directly asked Jianshan, the first kendo holy land in Jian Dali.
In the distance, the Storm Sword Master stood there, staring at the figure standing proudly in the void. Every ray of sword intent in that handsome figure seemed to be the pride carved into his bones, the pride of the sword cultivator.
Perhaps, this is the real Jian Qi, an extremely pure swordsman who came out of the Hidden Sword Mountains. All he pursues is the way of swordsmanship. He doesn't care about other people's opinions, only cares about his sword.
Therefore, he did not go to the Taoist platform to challenge according to the rules of Dali, just because in his eyes, no one above the Taoist battle was worthy of his sword.
Next to Guangfeng Sword Master, Huanxue was speechless for a moment when she saw the gorgeous sword lights before.
"Since you have this swordsmanship, why didn't you take action before?" Huanxue whispered, still seeming a little dissatisfied.
"Geniuses are mostly paranoid and lonely. A true peerless person is qualified to break all rules." The Storm Sword Master whispered: "Perhaps, he is such a person."
If Ye Futian heard what the Blazing Wind Sword Master said, he might sigh with emotion. The image he created seems to be very successful. At least in the eyes of the Blazing Wind Sword Master, this is the Sword Seven he wants to let the people of Dali see.
A peerless swordsman who is arrogant, proud to the point of paranoia, and doesn't take anyone seriously.
In the world of Sword Seven, there are no high-ranking figures, no rules, only swords.
The Grand Master of Da Li personally ordered to recruit the geniuses from the lower world, and the disciples of the State Master came from the lower world. King Li summoned the strong men from the nine counties to gather in the Royal Palace of Li. Of course, the Great Li Dynasty could accommodate such a paranoid but peerless swordsman.
"You all retreat." An elder from Jianshan said to the people of Yanjun. Immediately, the king of Yanjun and all the swordsmen retreated to the side, but there was still one person there.
Li Hanxing, the Ziwei Sword Sect who has been accepted as a disciple by Jianshan, ranks third in strength in this Taoist battle.
"You think that there is no one in the nine counties of Dali who is worthy of your sword, so you did not participate in the Dao battle. Asking about Sword Mountain?" The strong swordsman of Sword Mountain looked at Ye Futian.
"Yes." Ye Futian nodded.
"However, the few swords you just made are still not enough for the disciples of Jianshan to use their swords." The sword master stared at Ye Futian and wanted to break the rules directly, so he showed his strength to break the rules.
When he finished speaking, Li Hanxing stepped out towards Ye Futian.
He was also from the Nine Counties of Dali. Ye Futian said that no one was worthy of him to draw the sword.
Glancing at Li Hanxing and sensing the sword intent on his opponent, Ye Futian looked at Zuo Zhengdao ahead and Qin Cang from Shangqin County, and said: "I said, no one is worthy of my sword in this Dao battle, but Since you want to see my sword, then the three of you should take action together."
Everyone was speechless when they heard him.
The three people he mentioned were naturally the three strongest in this Dao battle.
Qin Cang of Shang Qin, Zuo Zhengdao of Dongyang, and Li Hanxing of Yanjun.
The three most powerful people who have understood the Tao, Dali Jiujun, the three strongest people in the Holy Realm.
At this moment, Ye Futian still said that they were not worthy of his sword, and asked the three of them to go together.
However, precisely because of his arrogance, countless people were ignited with passion. They thought that this Taoist battle was over when Qin Cang was invincible in the nine counties of Dali.
Who would have thought that an unknown sword cultivator, Jian Qi, would come across the world and ask Jian Jianshan.
Qin Cang, Zuo Zhengdao, and Li Hanxing all stared at Ye Futian. The three of them had proven that they were the strongest three in Dali on the Taoist battlefield.
At this moment, Ye Futian walked out, did he want to step on them to prove his unparalleled talent
Both Qin Cang and Zuo Zhengdao stepped out, but they did not take action. They just stared ahead, with the Taoist spirit flowing in their bodies, extremely tyrannical.
Li Hanxing stepped forward in the void, and a sword appeared in his hand. Starlight shone, illuminating the void. With his body as the center, the sword intent circled the sky, and the Tao intent circulated. It seemed that countless star sword lights were heading towards Ye Futian's body, like shooting stars. The sword made a roaring sound of tearing in the void.
Ye Futian looked indifferent and glanced at him. On him, there was an astonishing flow of sword intent, as well as Dao intent.
"Interesting." King Li laughed in a low voice. At this moment, Jian Qi released his Dao intention, as if those Yan County sword cultivators before were not worthy at all.
Behind Ye Futian, the sun seemed to shine brightly, as hot as the sun, and a fire-refined Yanyang sword appeared in front of him, with the intention of burning everything.
The next moment, ice covered the sky, and a sword of ice soul appeared.
Afterwards, the storm raged, the void made a sharp sound, and the Storm Sword was born.
The thunder shines like the light of doomsday, and the sword of thunder appears.
After that, the star heavy sword shone brightly, overwhelming the world.
Five swords came together, lined up in a row, suspended in front of Ye Futian.
The sword cultivators in Yan County trembled again, and the pupils of the Storm Sword Master shrank. When he was in the palace of Yan County, Ye Futian once said that Yan Yang, Bing Soul, Storm, Thunder... there are all swords that cannot be repaired.
Those wild words are not lies.
Seeing this scene, Li Hanxing's expression also changed slightly. He flashed like a meteor, his sword came out, and the meteor sword rained down, killing Ye Futian.
"Yanyang." Ye Futian's will merged with the heaven and earth. With a thought, the Yanyang sword came out, and it seemed like rounds of light from the sun shone between the sky and the earth, swallowing up the stars in the sky. In an instant, the sword rain from the sky turned into a sea of fire.
The sword moved all the way forward, breaking through the sword rain and killing Li Hanxing.
The endless sword rain turned into a sword, struck the Yanyang Sword, penetrated into it, and wanted to destroy it.
"Ice Soul." The second sword came out, and the ice intention seemed to freeze the souls of others. The Ice Soul Sword moved forward all the way, and the world turned into ice. The flow of the sword intention seemed to slow down. Li Hanxing was covered with a layer of ice. A layer of frost.
Li Hanxing's body whirled and slashed out a brilliant meteor sword light. The endless sword intent in the sky turned into an incomparably bright light, breaking through everything.
Ye Futian still stood there quietly, waving his palms, and suddenly the two swords of storm and thunder came out, cutting the void. The sword of storm directly cut off Li Hanxing's sword path. When the sword of thunder arrived, Li Hanxing turned pale.
"Bang!" There was a loud noise, and his body seemed to explode. The lightning devoured his body. At this moment, the expressions of the strong men of the Ziwei Sword Sect changed.
However, Ye Futian's sword did not destroy Li Hanxing. It only knocked him back and flew him far away, spitting out blood.
Ye Futian, on the other hand, did not move from beginning to end.
At this time, Zuo Zhengdao's body moved. His body turned into a blaze of golden light, like a god of war, heading towards Ye Futian's body as fast as lightning. There was an extremely fierce Tao all over his body. I want to break everything.
The four swords came at the same time, but Zuo Zhengdao did not retreat at all, turning into golden lightning and traveling through the void.
When the sword arrived, the Taoist will collided, and the void shook. Zuo Zhengdao was like a real god of war. The sword could not break his body, but he directly resisted Ye Futian's sword.
This scene excited countless people. Maybe Zuo Zhengdao could fight Ye Futian.
But at this moment, Ye Futian's body finally moved. He stepped out, and the void seemed to tremble, overwhelming the sky.
Everyone saw Ye Futian holding a sword in both hands and falling from the sky. The heavy sword fell down, and the heaven and earth made a roaring sound.
Zuo Zhengdao felt the pressure, and his expression finally changed. He roared angrily, transformed into a golden god of war, and continued to charge into the void.
Ye Futian's sword arrives.
"boom."
A dull sound came out, and without any suspense, Zuo Zhengdao's body fell from the void.
"Boom..." The Taoist platform shook, and Zuo Zhengdao's body directly hit it. He felt as if his internal organs were shattered, and blood continued to spill out of his mouth.
Qin Cang stepped on the void step, and his body disappeared directly from the place. The next moment, Qin Cang's figure appeared above Ye Futian's body, slapped his palm out, and a palm print struck directly through the air.
Ye Futian crossed his palm and used his hand instead of a sword to smash the palm print into pieces.
However, Qin Cang's figure disappeared directly and appeared in another direction with another palm print.
Just for a moment, everyone saw Qin Cang's figure everywhere in the void. Every palm print was like a great palm print, blasting through the void and hitting Ye Futian.
"The sword returns." Ye Futian was surrounded by infinite sword intent, destroying everything.
The next moment, his body was spinning, and in an instant, endless sword light roared out at the same time, covering the vast void, and the sword light was everywhere.
"Boom, boom, boom..." The big palm mark in the void was torn apart crazily. At this moment, the sword intent filled the sky, as if Qin Cang had to resist his sword no matter how he avoided it.
The aura on his body was surging, the avenues were aligned, and the palm prints split the air, blasting towards the killing sword intent and shattering it.
However, the next moment, he saw an afterimage and an extremely blazing sword intent.
He roared angrily, and his palms swept out like an overwhelming force, but he saw a sword strike, cutting the void, directly shattering the palm prints, and the sword light swallowed him up. His face was horrified, his heart was beating wildly, and his whole body seemed to be suffocated.
The sword light flashed in front of him, and time and space seemed to have stopped. Qin Cang's body trembled slightly. He stretched out his hand tremblingly and touched his eyebrows. From top to bottom, there was a shallow trace of blood.
However, that sword was not cut down.
After taking a look at the blood on his fingertips, Qin Cang raised his head and looked at Ye Futian. He originally thought that under the Great Li Holy Realm, he was the invincible person, and he had proven himself in the Taoist War.
However, there was a peerless swordsman who came to the world.
"There is indeed no one in the nine counties of Dali who can bear your sword." Qin Cang turned around and walked away, looking a little lonely.
At this moment, countless eyes were staring at the handsome sword cultivator in the void.
The light of the sword was cold, and there was no one in the nine counties.
Ye Futian didn't pay attention to the eyes of the people, looked in the direction of Jianshan, and said: "Sword Master Sword Seventh, I want to ask for advice on the swordsmanship of Jianshan."
Sword Cultivator Seven, it seems that in his eyes, there is only sword!
(End of chapter)