Ye Futian questioned forcefully, causing the vast space around the city lord's mansion to become silent.
For a moment, Zhu Kong was unable to answer.
Ye Futian said that there was indeed no problem. Since he had to acknowledge Emperor Kua and belong to the nine major tribes, he should inherit his legacy.
Obviously, this is just a robbery, there is no great cause.
The so-called charges are nothing more than groundless.
"Even those who praise the emperor's inheritance can only come from our nine major tribes. How can it be related to an outsider like you." Chong Lou, the leader of the Zhong clan, said, his eyes were extremely domineering and he glanced at Ye Futian.
Ye Futian looked at the other party and said: "Chonglou, the leader of the Zhong clan, your name comes from the Chonglou battle body inherited by the emperor."
Zhonglou stared at Ye Futian. Sure enough, he had inherited the complete Kuahuang Dao. He even knew the inherited method, Zhonglou Battle Body.
"Since it has nothing to do with outsiders, why do your nine major tribes invite Dao Fire winners to enter the ancestral land?" Ye Futian asked: "Isn't it because your nine major tribes have no one and use the power of outsiders to win the inheritance for you? And then you silenced him and took it away?"
Chonglou's pupils shrank slightly, which contained a very domineering meaning. Between the opening and closing of his pupils, there seemed to be an extremely terrifying phantom of the flame war god appearing in Ye Futian's eyes, as if to crush him directly.
Ye Futian's eyes were also burning with flames and his aura was blooming. Although these people did not take action, just a look or a breath could give him extremely powerful pressure.
A saintly figure from the nine tribes stepped out with a terrifying aura. Staring at Ye Futian, a strong man stepped forward behind Zhonglou, bathing in the flames.
Ye Futian said that there was no one in the nine major tribes.
Seeing the person walking out, Ye Futian glanced at him with contempt.
"For many years in the Western Region, it seems that the nine major tribes have forgotten who they are. They do not obey Emperor Kua's orders and have no self-awareness at all." Ye Futian said indifferently.
"Even without your presence, our nine major tribes will sooner or later get the favor left by the emperor, and the Zhong clan will be separated again. Let me know where your confidence comes from." The figure saw Ye Futian's contemptuous expression and walked forward. He is the number one young man in the Chong clan, and his combat prowess is extremely terrifying.
This time when the ancestral land was opened, he did not enter. People within their nine major tribes will enter the ancestral land again when their cultivation level is higher. This way, they will be more sure. At the same time, they will continue to invite outsiders. Let them work for the Nine Ancestral Lands.
What Ye Futian said was not wrong. The Nine Ancestral Lands invited them just to take advantage of them.
Only this time, the fire of the ancestral land was taken away, and the ruins of Emperor Kua disappeared.
Chongli wanted to inherit Emperor Kua's legacy. However, before he could visit his ancestral land, the ancestral land was gone.
The strong men of the Zhong clan did not stop Zhongli from taking action. Zhongli was extremely talented and he was an extraordinary evil figure who had great hope of opening the door to his ancestral land and inheriting Emperor Kua's legacy.
They attach great importance to the clan and have always placed high hopes on them.
But now, everything lies with Ye Futian.
Stepping out of the void again, the power of the holy way swept out and pressed against Ye Futian. Every step he took was like a flaming war god, trampling on Ye Futian.
"Which of you will take action?" Xia Qingyuan said to the people behind her.
This Chongli wants to fight Ye Futian directly
The opponent's nine major tribes are coming, and there are so many powerful men. Zhonglou is just a junior figure, and he wants to directly fight the lord of Qianye City. Is he worthy
"I go."
A voice came out, and after the words fell, a sword pierced the air, like lightning and thunder, splitting the void.
Among the crowd, there was a figure walking forward. Between the sky and the earth, sword intent filled the sky, roaring forward.
Zhongli's eyes swept downwards into the sky, and the fire of the terrifying avenue burned down. The space shook, as if he wanted to kill the opponent with one look. However, the eyes of the person who stepped out were like swords, tearing everything apart and piercing him. The Taoist attack in his eyes was directly shattered.
"Boom." With overwhelming fighting spirit, he left his body and transformed into a flaming war god. He stepped down and the void roared and shook. A large flaming footprint trampled the void, burning mountains and boiling seas.
The sword arrived and pierced directly into the large flaming footprints. With a loud sound, it pierced directly into it, trying to tear it apart and smash it into pieces.
The surrounding space seemed to be torn apart.
Chongli stepped forward again. The Dao Fire on his body seemed to be more powerful and domineering, and his whole body became more majestic. He took another step, and the big flaming footprints seemed to overlap with the big footprints just now, and the power increased sharply. Destroy the opponent's sword intent.
The person who stepped out pointed his finger forward, and the sword energy roared, turning into a terrifying sword energy storm, coercing the opponent's attack. At the same time, a stronger sword intention was integrated into the previous sword, and he moved forward indomitably.
Chongli stepped continuously, the pressure became stronger and stronger, and his body became more majestic. The Chonglou battle body has thirteen levels, each level is stronger than the next.
He took seven steps in a row, and his fighting body released seven levels.
However, the opponent did not take a step back, and the sword opened the way. In the large footprints of flames that were condensed like a tall building, there was an infinitely bright sword light shining violently. At the same time, a huge sword pierced into it bit by bit, and the two All forces are extremely strong.
Many strong men of the Zhong clan frowned. Zhongli was already an extremely powerful figure in their tribe. Even among the nine major tribes, he was one of the top figures in this realm. The other party, Ye Futian, had not stepped out, and neither had Xia Qingyuan. Take action, is there anyone who can resist Zhongli
At this moment, the big flaming footprint was surrounded by monstrous fire and brilliant sword light. Finally, with a loud noise, everything was destroyed. The flames and sword energy raged between the heaven and the earth, causing a storm of destruction in the space.
"Who is that?" someone asked. These two people at the beginning of the Holy Path are both very strong.
"It should be a cultivator from the Emperor Xia Realm." Someone secretly thought.
Ye Futian looked calm and looked at the battle in the void. This Chongli's strength was indeed very good.
As for Chongli’s opponent, Wangchuan, a sword cultivator who was above the 33rd level of Lihentian in Xiahuang Realm.
The two fought violently, and many strong men in the vast space released their auras to resist the aftermath of the battle between the two.
Zhu Kong and Chonglou stared at the battlefield, and saw that at this time, another strong man stepped forward and entered the battlefield. It was Zhu Nan, the holy evil figure of the Zhu clan.
Not just him, but strong men from all major tribes stepped forward one after another towards the battlefield.
These people are all in the realm of Sainthood, and it seems that they want to force Ye Futian to take action.
If they could capture Ye Futian directly, they wouldn't need the top figures from each tribe to take action. They would only need to block the top figures from the other side.
These strong men stepped forward and headed directly towards the battlefield where Wang Chuan was. Ye Futian frowned, and before he could speak, there was a figure walking in the air next to him.
Sword Saint and Gu Dongliu stepped out first and headed straight for the battlefield.
Afterwards, Ye Wuchen and Xu Chehan also walked towards the battlefield.
In addition, Xuanyuan Clan and Shenxiao Valley each had a strong man step out, corresponding to the number of people fighting on the other side, and each went to find their opponent.
In an instant, the holy power in the battlefield swept across the heaven and earth, overwhelming the vast space outside the city lord's palace.
The Sword Saint directly sacrificed the magic sword. He did not regard this as a sparring battle, but a battlefield.
Today, the nine major tribes themselves are not here to compete, but to take advantage of others.
In an instant, the demonic power roared in the sky, and the sword intention merged into the body of the Sword Saint, making his body seem to be covered with a layer of magic armor.
The demon sword swallowed up the terrifying brilliance of the demonic path, and the violent air flow swept through the void of the world. He appeared in front of a strong man from the Wu tribe. The opponent's body was dazzling, and the light of the golden crow divine bird bloomed, but when the sword saint slashed out, At this time, the sky seemed to be cut open with a terrible crack in hell.
His expression changed with shock, and a huge Golden Crow Divine Bird appeared and smashed out, trying to block the light of the sword. However, under the magic knife, the figure of the Golden Crow Divine Bird was cut off directly.
The terrifying sharpening knife cut down, and with a pop, the golden crow fire feathers condensed behind him were cut off directly. The whole person was still dodging and retreating quickly, breaking out in a cold sweat.
"This demon sword..." Many strong men stared at the sword in the hands of the Sword Saint. The sword's intention was far stronger than the realm of the Sword Saint. It was like the sword of all demons. When the sword was cut out, it was full of violent aura.
The opponent Gu Dongliu faced was a strong man from the Nanli tribe. There was a sacred brilliance shining on his body. He was surrounded by ancient characters, resonated with the avenue, and his aura surged. When his palm prints were blasted out, it was as if the sky was shattering and the earth was shattering. He was extremely domineering. .
Xu Chehan walked towards a strong man from the Shang clan. His body floated towards him, and his aura was not strong. When the man saw him walking in, a sneer flashed in his eyes, and bright golden flames flowed in his palms. .
When Xu Chehan arrived, his palm prints came out directly and he touched Xu Chehan's palm.
"You are looking for death." Seeing that Xu Chehan dared to clap hands with him, he spoke coldly and with strong murderous intent.
When the two palm prints collided, the terrifying hot flame air instantly rushed into Xu Chehan's arm, and even rushed forward into Xu Chehan's body.
Xu Chehan groaned, and there was a terrifying golden Dao fire in his body that destroyed everything and rushed towards his internal organs. His body was directly shaken back and blood flowed from his mouth.
But at the same time, the other party also let out an exclamation and looked at his palm.
His flaming palm actually turned black, and soon, his arm also did the same. The golden flames and darkness mixed together, making it look extremely ferocious and terrifying.
"Poison Technique." The same was true on his face, with the golden flame radiance blending into the dark airflow.
But what was even more frightening was that he felt like this poisonous technique was deliberately prepared for his flames. It would dissipate when exposed to fire and invade his internal organs, limbs and bones.
Xu Chehan didn't feel good either. He took out an elixir and fed it directly into his mouth, and then exited the battlefield directly. His aura circulated, and the poison technique turned into medicine. A healing light enveloped the body and repaired the damaged parts.
In terms of combat prowess, he was definitely not as good as the holy figures selected by the nine major tribes of the Red Dragon Realm, but his poisonous skills were unexpected and enough to withstand the opponent.
The situation on the battlefield was obviously not what the major tribes expected.
They didn't actually have any advantage.
Ye Futian didn't even take action!
(End of chapter)