Zhang Changqing stared at Ye Futian, he said, does he look down on the inheritance of Wu Tu Ming Lei
Not only Zhang Changqing, but the eight orthodox thunder methods actually belong to the Zixiao Tiangong lineage. Is this person looking down on their eight orthodox thunder methods
"Master, who are these idiots?" Black Wind Eagle said to Ye Futian.
He dared to ban his master from practicing, so arrogant
"A bunch of self-righteous guys." Ye Futian responded. The people of the Eight Thunder Sects stared at him, a coercion enveloped the void, and the thunder light shone, as if thunder might fall from the sky at any time.
"I want to see how you dare to despise and humiliate my Lei Fa orthodoxy." Zhang Changqing said coldly. He looked at a person. That person stepped out and headed towards Ye Futian. He was the Holy Spirit of the True Self. I also want to see how much real strength Ye Futian, a man who can break the ultimate number, has.
"Boom." Wu Tu Ming Lei shone, making a thunderous sound, and thunder clouds rolled in the sky.
The power of the holy way is so tyrannical. All the cultivators and monster beasts around them moved away and gave up their position. The monster beasts let out low roars of excitement. It was interesting.
These humans couldn't help the Demon Crown Prince, and now they were having internal strife.
Ye Futian stared at each other with the same indifference. These eight thunder sects were beaten to death by Crown Prince Zhu Yanyao. They were in a dilemma and extremely embarrassed.
Now, are you venting your anger on him
Above the sky, muffled thunder exploded, and the Wutu Underworld Thunder rolled and roared, covering the sky above Ye Futian's body.
Ye Futian stepped forward, and the starlight flowed around his body, surrounding his body and turning into a starry body. The sky and the earth seemed to turn into a starry sky world, with stars shining and flowing.
The strong man of the Purple Ming Sect stretched out his hands with his palms facing up, as if holding up the heaven and the earth. The lightning from the heaven and the earth shone, falling on his palms, gathering a bright light.
"Boom." A bolt of lightning flashed through the void. He reached the limit of his body shape and rushed towards Ye Futian's body like thunder. He turned his palms over and slapped them out at the same time. The thunder in his palms instantly burst out, blooming with dazzling light. Blast towards Ye Futian's body.
"Boom!"
The sound of thunder resounded throughout the world, and the endless Wu Tu Ming Lei gathered in the palm of his hand, blasting into Ye Futian's body. The rolling thunder in the sky came down at the same time, striking Ye Futian's star body.
The light of the stars was crystal clear, but it still made a crisp clicking sound and cracks appeared.
However, Ye Futian's body still stood there, and endless lightning rushed into the light of stars along the cracks, but did not shake his body.
The people around looked at Ye Futian's body. Endless lightning and thunder released thousands of thunder, flooding the world, but his body was crystal clear, as if he was an immortal body, bathed in thunder and bearing the power of thunder, and remained unmoved.
The expression of the strong man from the Purple Ming Sect changed slightly. Ye Futian raised his palm, and a banging sound came out. Endless thunder and tribulation light appeared in the sky and earth, gathering in his palm. He made a fist with his palm, and thousands of thunder and tribulation light were like ten thousand. As sharp as a thousand thunder swords, it tears through the void.
The strong man of the Purple Ming Sect felt the threat and retreated, turning into thunder like an afterimage, but Ye Futian's body followed him like a shadow, and also turned into a thunder and lightning, reaching the limit.
The two bodies passed through the void at the same time and appeared high in the sky. The crowd saw Ye Futian's arms facing forward, and his fists bathed in the light of endless tribulation thunder blasted out.
"Boom..."
With a loud noise, the body of the strong man from the Purple Ming Sect stopped, and the fist of thunder hit his chest. The calamity of destruction rushed into his body, bursting out from every part of his body, and countless lightning bolts burst out. It illuminates the void, making it difficult for people to open their eyes.
There was another loud noise, and the body of the strong man from the Purple Ming Sect fell instantly and fell to the ground.
His body was charred black, his hair was standing on end, his body was twitching, and blood was bleeding from the corners of his mouth. His condition was terrible.
The strong man from the Purple Ming Sect looked embarrassed. With one blow, although the strong man from the Purple Ming Sect was not too strong, he was not weak either. He was instantly killed by Ye Futian with one punch.
Moreover, his attack containing Wu Tu Ming Lei was unable to shake Ye Futian's defense.
Zhang Changqing and others looked up at the figure in the void. Ye Futian also looked down at them with a cold expression and said calmly: "Is this the inheritance method of Ziming Sect? It is indeed very strong."
The sarcastic voice was particularly harsh. The white-clothed figure in the void had silver hair flying, and his handsome and unrestrained face showed a sense of freedom and unruliness. Compared with the situation in Ziming Sect at that time, Ye Futian at this time was even more unruly and unruly.
Obviously, in the Ziming Sect, Ye Futian was seeking help from the Ziming Emperor, and because there were many human emperors at that time, he had been suppressing his personality.
Another figure stepped out. This person was also the Saint of True Self, but his aura was stronger. He stepped in the void, thunder clouds rolled, and a huge phantom of the God of Thunder appeared behind him, looking domineering and arrogant.
The phantom of the God of Thunder was holding the Thunder God Spear, and the thunder spirit gathered in the sky came together. He stretched out his palm, took out the Thunder God Spear in his hand, and spit out the destructive thunder light.
Ye Futian lowered his head and looked down at the other party with an indifferent expression. He stretched out his palm and condensed the long halberd. The light of thunder gathered again and merged into the long sacrifice. There was space for Dao to swallow up and tear everything apart.
"Bang." Ye Futian stepped in the void, and a pressure from the avenue fell down and enveloped the opponent. The strong man holding the spear only felt that there was a strong suppression of Dao above his head, which made him feel very depressed. .
"Boom." The lightning shot into the sky in an instant, streaking across the sky and heading towards Ye Futian's body.
"boom."
Ye Futian took another step. At this moment, everyone felt that Ye Futian's aura was a bit like that of Crown Prince Zhu Yanyao before.
A bolt of lightning flashed across, like a stream of light, as Ye Futian's figure moved toward the powerful man from the Purple Ming Sect below, stabbing straight out with the halberd in his hand.
The strong man from the Purple Ming Sect did not dodge, and also rose into the sky. The shadow of the domineering Thunder God seemed to be integrated with him, becoming more powerful and powerful. The spear became larger, and the thunder method was so powerful that it collided with Ye Futian's halberd in an instant.
The strong light of destruction shot out, and in the bright beam, the crowd saw the thunder spear shattering bit by bit, and Ye Futian's halberd was as powerful as a broken bamboo, directly piercing the Thunder God's body.
With a loud noise, the phantom of the Thunder God was torn apart, and just like before, the body of the strong man from the Purple Ming Sect fell directly down, falling to the ground unable to move.
Still one blow, instant kill.
"this… "
Many people showed strange expressions, and the people from the Eight Thunder Method Sects looked extremely embarrassed, especially the Ziming Sect.
The two attacks were both one-hit kills. If Ye Futian hadn't shown mercy, he would have been killed directly.
This scene is actually like the ending of facing Crown Prince Zhu Yanyao.
"What method do you want to inherit from me?" Above the void, Ye Futian lowered his head and looked down, looking arrogant.
He is prohibited from using thunder techniques and is not allowed to practice.
However, as Ye Futian said, does he value the orthodox inheritance of the Eight Great Thunder Techniques
"Master, what kind of thunder method orthodoxy is this? It's so strong." Below, the Black Wind Eagle spit out a voice. He transformed into a human form, but his head was like an eagle, and the sharp voice was particularly harsh.
Just now, they claimed to be the orthodox thunder method and wanted to ban the practice of his master's thunder method.
Now, it’s really great…
"Other people's thunder method is the orthodox representative of the world's thunder method. If you don't practice their thunder method, you are heresy and you are not allowed to practice." Ye Futian in the void responded, with such irony that the strong man of Ziming Sect felt his face change. blacken.
"How presumptuous."
A strong man from the Jinluan Sect who practiced Gengjin Tribulation Thunder stepped out, his body rushed straight into the void, and a thunder sword formed by the gathering of Gengjin Tribulation Thunder appeared, gathered in the sky, and killed And down.
Not only that, there were many divine swords surrounding his body, which were extremely sharp.
Ye Futian glanced at the void, and suddenly there were ancient characters surrounding his body. Each of these ancient characters seemed to contain the avenue of stars, rotating around his body. When the divine sword came down, those ancient characters flew out at the same time, and unexpectedly It exploded with astonishing power, collided with the divine sword, and shattered it.
The strong man of Jinluan Sect formed a seal with his hands, and suddenly the endless Gengjin divine swords around him turned into thunder and shot out, trying to break the sky and kill Ye Futian.
Ye Futian's body stepped forward. The ancient characters of Endless Stars seemed to contain a special rhythm and kept flying forward. The meaning of the stars burst out in the ancient characters. Each ancient character was like a star, flowing endlessly, and endless killing. The incoming divine swords collided together.
The divine sword collapsed crazily and shattered, and the strong man of the Jinluan Sect roared angrily. All the magics were unified, and a huge golden divine sword was gathered together, soaring straight into the sky and killing Ye Futian.
"boom."
Ye Futian stepped in the void, extremely powerful. When he stepped forward, thousands of ancient characters in the world turned into a huge star tablet, appeared at his feet, fell from the sky, and pressed down.
At this moment, the strong man of the Jinluan Sect felt that he was trapped in the starry sky world. The golden divine sword hit the stone tablet and shattered bit by bit. The star tablet continued to press down. Ye Futian stepped on the stone tablet and came, and another With his foot stepped out, the strong man from the Jinluan Sect was forced all the way down. Finally, he couldn't bear it any more, spit out a mouthful of blood, and his body fell.
Ancient characters descended one after another, hitting his body and smashing him to the ground.
It was still an instant kill. The person who fought in the Jinluan Sect was already an extraordinary figure. However, he was still suppressed by an extremely overbearing iron-blooded force. It was not on the same level at all.
"Anyone else?"
Ye Futian lowered his head and looked down at the eight major thunder law orthodox sects below.
Who deserves a fight
This space suddenly became extremely quiet. Most people were watching the excitement, but they were also amazed by Ye Futian's tyrannical fighting power. He even pressed the evil figures of the Eight Thunder Method Sects to the ground and rubbed them.
This battle was enough to make Ziming Sect lose its head and lose its face.
Some people looked up to the sky. As the supreme power of the eight major thunder magic sects, Zixiao Tiangong, which is known as the world's thunder magic, is not sure if it will go to war!
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