Zhang Changqing stared at Ye Futian and felt the dark thunderous light. He said solemnly: "The realm is not enough."
Ye Futian glanced at him calmly, and a Taoist power filled his body and swept out in an instant. The radiance flowed on his body, like a piece of flawless jade, with the Taoist intention intact and perfect.
After the Elephant Clan went into seclusion and practiced cultivation, they had no time to leave the mountain.
Zijun and other powerful men looked at Ye Futian in surprise, and their pupils shrank slightly. This guy actually hid his cultivation, and they were distracted and didn't notice it.
For such a young and flawless person, his talent must be extremely extraordinary. Moreover, he seems to be a swordsman, but he also practices thunder and the way of death.
Obviously, he is good at a variety of methods and understands multiple ways.
Zhang Changqing felt the power of Ye Futian. This person should have entered the Immaculate Holy Realm not long ago, and his aura was not that strong yet, but he showed his sharpness.
He raised his palm, but there was a faint sound of terrifying thunder in the small space in his palm. He stepped forward, raised his palm and moved towards Ye Futian's seal.
Ye Futian also raised his hand, and his palms collided with the opponent's. The palms of the two of them revealed a terrifying thunderous airflow, compressing the attack to the limit, forming an extremely terrifying force between the palms of the two. This kind of power can be controlled to the extreme. It is very difficult in a small range. Compressing a powerful Tao method to the extreme, the destructive power contained in it is so terrifying.
When the surrounding Purple Ming Sect powerhouses saw their movements, they released their auras one after another and isolated this area. Only the robes on the two of them could be seen moving automatically without wind.
"Cough..." There was blood flowing out from the corner of Zhang Changqing's mouth. His internal organs were shaking violently, and a dull sound came out. He stepped back continuously and glanced at his palm. It had turned into burnt black, and the meaning of death was lingering around him. .
Looking at Ye Futian again, his expression was as usual, without any disturbance at all.
This shocked the people of Ziming Sect around them. Is this Sword Seven so strong
Zijun's expression also changed. Zhang Changqing, the most talented person in the Ziming Sect, whom she had always respected very much, was actually crushed by Lei Fa
"Did you see it?" Ye Futian looked at Zhang Changqing and said: "The world is big, and many unknown practitioners are not necessarily weak. Zixiao Tiangong has summoned the Heavenly Mandate practitioners to come. I believe you have also seen some evildoers these days. As a character, if you want to move forward, I’m afraid it will be difficult.”
Zhang Changqing stared at Ye Futian with a gloomy expression and said, "Do you want to enter the Zixiao Palace?"
Ye Futian didn't answer him, and looked at the high place ahead, where big figures were sitting, high up, overlooking the scenery below.
Seeing Ye Futian's expression, Zhang Changqing felt like his heart was like a bright mirror. Who among the people who practice Lei Dharma in the world doesn't yearn for Zixiao Tiangong
The thunder and lightning methods in the world are all out of the heavenly palace.
This time is an extremely rare opportunity to release oneself and show one's strength, and gain the attention of Zixiao Tiangong.
It is normal for a hermit figure like Jian Qi to come.
"You are participating in the name of Ziming Sect. I am going to ask the teacher to see if I can make an exception and let you replace me." Zhang Changqing said to Ye Futian.
Ye Futian looked at Zhang Changqing, with no expression visible in his deep eyes, and whispered: "Okay."
It seems that this evergreen is self-aware.
In this way, his purpose of accompanying Ziming Sect was achieved.
"Evergreen." A Nirvana figure from the Purple Ming Sect shouted to Zhang Changqing. This opportunity is once in a lifetime. Even if he is injured, Zhang Changqing can still fight. This is the opportunity to enter the Zixiao Heavenly Palace. It would be a pity to give up like this. .
"He's right. I'm afraid it will be difficult to perform in the next battle. Instead of entering the Zixiao Palace to practice in this way, it is better to abdicate and make way for someone more worthy." Zhang Changqing stared at Ye Futian and said: "I hope you won't disappoint me."
After saying that, Zhang Changqing turned and left.
The current battle is already in the later stages, and there are not many duels left. And the opponents he may face next are people he is familiar with, including other forces from the eight thunder method sects. He has no confidence in the strength of those people. It is relatively clear that he was not very sure in his heyday, and now that he has been traumatized, it is even harder to defeat him.
If he were to arrange the battle, in the next round of battle, Zixiao Tiangong would most likely arrange for a top figure from the Leifa Sect. If he was defeated, he might not be able to enter Zixiao Tiangong. Moreover, It also loses the face of Ziming Sect.
This grand event, in the grand scheme of things, is a meeting between the top powers of the Heavenly Mandate Realm, but from the perspective of their eight orthodox powers of thunder, it is actually also a competition.
Ye Futian stood there quietly, looking at the various thunder platforms.
Undercurrents are surging in the Heavenly Mandate Realm. Top figures from the human cultivator and the demon world are emerging one after another. There is a hint of competition. The Heavenly Mandate Dynasty and the Zixiao Heavenly Palace intend to join forces to deal with the Haotian Immortal Sect. The Heavenly Mandate Realm may have misfortune.
Before something unexpected happens, he must have a place among the top people.
Only in this way can we influence some forces.
"Why didn't you join the Ziming Sect to practice in the first place?" Zijun asked Ye Futian. He said that he had been to the Holy Mountain and now showed such extraordinary talent. Why didn't you join the Ziming Sect in the first place
"Why should I come in?" Ye Futian asked back, and Zijun's expression froze, unable to refute.
Senior Brother Changqing is willing to abdicate, what can she say
Ye Futian turned away and did not look at her. After a while, Zhang Changqing came back and said: "Master has agreed to the proposal, but it is unknown whether it will succeed. Please wait for the news quietly."
At this time, Ye Futian clearly felt that someone was looking towards him. He turned his eyes and saw a figure on the high platform in front of him, whose eyes fell directly on him through the space. That person was the Emperor Ziming.
"It's not a big problem if you want to go to war, but if you have the strength, you can perform well." Emperor Zi Ming said. He was not worried about Ye Futian's conspiracy. Even though he was talented, he was only a cultivator in the Holy Realm. How dare he scheme? Human Emperor
How could he have imagined that someone would dare to do this
At this time, on the thunder platform in front, an old man said: "King Xiao of the Mountain Killer, Zhang Changqing of the Purple Ming Sect was injured and gave up his qualification to fight, and let his fellow disciple of the Purple Ming Sect, Jian Qi, take his place."
"Replacement?"
Many people showed a strange look, Wang Xiao and Zhang Changqing, these two are representatives of the eight orthodox forces of thunder.
Wang Xiao is the most outstanding disciple of the Holy Way of the God-Slaying Mountain. The way of killing the Gods and Demonic Thunder has reached its peak and is extremely tyrannical, while Zhang Changqing is an evil figure from the Purple Ming Sect.
Now, Zhang Changqing actually gave up the fight and let an unknown disciple of Ziming Sect fight.
Is this, did Zhang Changqing shrink back
Perhaps, he was indeed injured and knew it would be difficult for him to continue, so he gave up.
Zhang Changqing's giving up means that Zi Ming Sect has given up. This Seven Swordsman is probably just sent by Zi Ming Sect to make up the numbers and resolve Zhang Changqing's embarrassment of not participating in the battle.
Many disciples of the Killing God Mountain were looking at the Thunder Taoist Platform. Even the Lord of the Killing God Mountain was looking there and said to Emperor Ziming beside him: "Zhang Changqing came to you just now. Did he give up?"
"Zhang Changqing was injured before, but it would be the same if it were another person." Emperor Ziming said.
"It's just that I haven't heard of the Seven Swordsmen. Did the Ziming Sect send them here to make up the numbers?" the Lord of the Killing God Mountain asked again.
"You'll know just by looking at it." Emperor Zi Ming's expression was as usual. On the huge thunder platform, Wang Xiao's body was filled with extremely domineering magic thunder, causing a violent rage to appear on the battle platform sealed by the formation. The raging thunderous air current is very terrifying.
Ye Futian also stepped onto the Thunder Dao Platform. Some people in the crowd looked at Ye Futian.
"Zhang Changqing still has the strength to fight. If he gives up, he will simply give up and give up this battle. Why let you come here to waste time." Wang Xiao looked at Ye Futian and said, and a series of dark magic thunder struck down and landed on Ye Futian's body. All around, a terrifying thunder field of destruction formed around Ye Futian.
Ye Futian drew his sword, the sword came out, and the thunder light shone in the sky.
"Bang." With a step, Ye Futian wielded the sword with both hands. Suddenly, heavy and dark death thunder swords surrounded him, and magic thunder came from the sky, making a violent roaring sound.
"Boom..."
The magic thunder entered the body and wandered over Ye Futian's body, making a thunderous sound, but it did not directly threaten him.
The sword stretched across the sky, and countless catastrophes were introduced into the sword. Thunder light pierced the sky in the void, stinging people's eyes. Countless swords flew in the air, flowing around Ye Futian's body, and a terrifying death air flowed in each sword.
Wang Xiao seemed to feel a hint of threat. His body floated, and he controlled the thunder method to fall from the sky. A terrifying magic thunder struck down, destroying people's spiritual and willpower.
Ye Futian waved his palm towards the sky, slashed out with his sword, and the magic thunder was split from the middle.
The light of thunder is cut off from the middle. This is the way of space.
"go."
Ye Futian spat out one word, and suddenly thousands of swords came out to kill Wang Xiao.
"Boom." Wang Xiao's whole body was shining brightly, as if he was wearing dark magic thunder armor, his fists broke through the sky, he was so domineering, the void seemed to collapse and explode, and a sword was destroyed directly.
However, the endless sword intent traveled in the void and kept cutting down. Wang Xiao shouted loudly, and a shadow of the Thunder God of War appeared behind him, raising his hand to attack and shatter the void.
The sword flowing around his body was endless, and the will of death enveloped the world. There was no life in this void. Wang Xiao's face gradually turned dark, and he was extremely uncomfortable.
He stepped on the void and rose into the sky, trying to escape from this space.
Ye Futian reached out and pointed his finger in the air, and the swords wandering around his body seemed to contain the rules of the avenue, and he struck down with one handle.
"Boom, boom, boom!" The sound of continuous explosions came out. The power of a sword was stronger than that of a sword. Wang Xiao seemed to be trapped in the sword diagram, and it was difficult to get out if he wanted to.
"There..." Many people exclaimed as they looked at the battle between Ye Futian and Wang Xiao, their hearts shaking.
Didn’t Zhang Changqing, the first genius of the Purple Ming Sect, give up
Why was this replacement so much stronger, so suppressed that Wang Xiao was unable to fight back!
(End of chapter)