The imperial glory rose a hundred feet, and Ye Futian held the halberd of time and space and slowly soared into the sky with a murderous intention.
The blood-stained clothes seemed to turn into gold, hunting in the wind.
In the battlefield, countless people looked there. Even the powerful ones in the Holy Realm felt an aura that they needed to be in awe of. Even though it was limited by Ye Futian's own strength, the innate imperial intention seemed to be there. Let people bow down and worship, and all sentient beings should prostrate themselves.
He is the only one in this world.
Xia Sheng's heart was trembling. He thought that Zhisheng's blow, even if it did not kill Ye Futian, was enough to make him unable to stand up.
Losing the peak combat power of Ye Futian, Hua Jieyu, Yu Sheng and Yaya, if the holy war continues, it will still be a disaster for Ye Futian. After all, everyone will kill him. Zhisheng has destroyed the balance of the holy war, and with the holy realm If the character intervenes, he will naturally be able to prevent the jihad from continuing.
But Ye Futian disagreed, and stood up again, as if burning his own life.
What level of breath is that breath
Xia Sheng was speechless. He originally thought that he could control one or two of this holy war, but now he realized that he could no longer decide the outcome of today's battle, and it needed to be decided by Emperor Xia himself.
Zhi Sheng's action and Hua Jieyu borrowed the Queen's thoughts. The Void Sword Master returned, and Ye Futian burned the emperor's glory.
All this is no longer within his control.
The hearts of Li Sheng, Jiang Sheng and others were also beating. This battle exceeded everyone's expectations.
Even Ji Sheng, Xihua Shengjun, Zhou Shengwang, and the saints of the Endless Sea did not think of it.
No one thought that this battle would be so tragic, and no one thought that Zhisheng would still fail despite his own life-for-life.
What will happen next, no one knows.
"He is at the end of his strength, kill him." Ji Sheng stared at Ye Futian. His desire to kill Ye Futian rose to another level again. He was too dangerous.
If he doesn't agree to end it, then just die.
Of course he knew that Ye Futian had been severely injured and was now fighting with all his strength.
He didn't care what secrets Ye Futian had, but now, he just wanted Ye Futian to die here.
If Ye Futian doesn't die, it will be a disaster for the Holy Light Palace.
"Kill him." Beiming Shengjun also said coldly, and suddenly the calm battlefield became restless again. Countless strong men rushed towards Ye Futian's body. Obviously, they all had the same idea as Ji Sheng.
Today, Ye Futian's wife Hua Jieyu died in the holy war. If Ye Futian survives this holy war, who among the seven holy places participating in this holy war can survive alone
It was already a fight to the death, so the only option was to save Ye Futian's life today at all costs.
In other words, there are no longer seven holy places, but six holy places.
With the fall of Zhisheng and Kong Yao, Zhisheng Cliff will be completely reduced to history and wiped out.
From now on, Jiuzhou no longer knows the sacred cliff.
The army came towards Ye Futian, and Sword Saint and Qin Zhuang also came to Ye Futian.
"Take care of Yu Sheng and Jiu Ge." Ye Futian left a voice, and then his extremely bright body rose into the sky, turned into a bolt of lightning, and headed in one direction.
There, three people wanted to evacuate the battlefield, and they were the three living among the nine powerful men from the Lihuang Realm.
When they saw Ye Futian coming to kill them, they turned around instantly and stabbed out the sacred weapon in their hands, slashing towards Ye Futian with thousands of golden threads.
A ray of light penetrated directly into the void, and with a pop, the head of one of the strong men disappeared under the light.
The other two people's hearts trembled violently when they saw this scene, and their bodies quickly retreated to escape.
An astonishing mental attack came directly, and their heads seemed to explode. As if they could not think, and had no chance to think again, the halberd of time and space directly passed through the heads of the two people, killing them directly.
"Boom." Above the sky, the strong men gathered in a battle formation to attack. Ye Futian looked up and saw an unstoppable force emerging from the vast void, and the space solidified.
Ye Futian stepped forward, and the Halberd of Time and Space breathed out unparalleled brilliance. The emperor's will was integrated into the Halberd of Time and Space, stimulating stronger power.
He raised his arm and stabbed out with the Halberd of Time and Space. His body turned into an extremely bright light. Endless particle brilliance exploded. The void in front of Ye Futian seemed to be shattered and exploded. Wherever he passed, the bodies of strong men burst out. It was torn and shattered, the light penetrated directly, rain of blood flew all over the sky, and countless corpses fell towards the sky.
With one halberd, they were all killed.
Seeing the rain of blood in that space, the hearts of countless people were trembling. Are they at the end of their efforts
But at this moment, who can stop Ye Futian
Those who wanted to kill them only felt trembling.
"What are you doing, you won't kill me?" Xia Sheng yelled at the battlefield in the sky, seemingly speaking to the powerful men on the side of the Holy Saint Palace.
Everyone reacted and looked at Ye Futian's crazy figure. They were all burning with murderous thoughts.
"kill."
"Kill..." A series of shouts shook the world, and all the strong men from the Dao Palace started fighting again.
The strong men from the Six Holy Lands felt cold in their hearts, Saint Xia, is this expressing his position
The golden ape's body was walking on the sky, and Saruhiro was holding an infinite ruler and slashing down, sweeping away everything.
Gu Dongliu was surrounded by nine characters, and the endless nine characters were killing each other crazily.
Ye Wuchen's life soul was suspended in the air, and the human emperor's sword was faintly blooming, penetrating through with the power of the battle formation, and strong men continued to fall and die in front.
At this moment, they only have one thought: to kill all the powerful men in the six holy lands.
Xia Sheng, Li Sheng, Jiang Sheng, and Yue Sheng all stood in the void, guarding the direction of Ye Futian. Learning from the past, they had to guard against it.
"I will report the previous matter to Emperor Xia. If you participate in the matter of knowing the saint, Emperor Xia will make a decision." Xia Sheng said calmly.
"What does Zhisheng's action have to do with me? It's just that Xia Sheng suddenly walked towards the battlefield, so I stopped him." Ji Sheng said coldly.
"Explain it to Emperor Xia." Xia Sheng didn't look at him and just said coldly.
Ji Sheng looked embarrassed, and glanced downwards, only to see Ye Futian leading the Emperor's Glory to kill all the way, and unexpectedly, he was heading towards the strong man in the Holy Light Palace.
"He can't hold on for long, long-range attack." Ji Sheng said coldly, and many strong men from the Holy Light Palace appeared in front of Ye Futian, and the sword of light attacked and killed crazily.
As if he couldn't see it, Ye Futian rushed directly into it with the emperor's glory. All attacks were shattered into nothingness when they approached him. The halberd of time and space swept out, and another rain of blood flew, and no one could stop it.
"Ji Ya be careful." Ji Sheng shouted and said to Ji Ya who was fighting Tianxin in the sky.
Ji Ya turned his eyes and saw Ye Futian killing him. There was a loud noise and his body separated from Zen Master Tianxin. Seeing Ye Futian killing him, his body burst out with the brightest holy light and shot straight towards Ye Futian. As he fought his way out, his body seemed to be burning and turned into a ray of light.
A golden light, a pure white light, the two lights merged together for an instant, and then separated.
Ye Futian and Ji Ya's backs were facing each other. On Ye Futian's body, the imperial glory was still shining brightly, but the light on Ji Ya's body continued to dissipate. Blood flowed from his mouth and his body gradually split.
"No..." With a loud roar, Ji Ya's body shattered into nothingness.
Ji Ya, the second strongest person in the list of sages, died.
Who else can he not kill
Many powerful men from the Holy Light Palace came to attack him. Seeing the dazzling imperial glory on Ye Futian's body, they did not dare to step forward and forgot to attack.
Now, in Jiuzhou, under the holy realm, Ye Futian is afraid that he is truly invincible, and he will kill everyone who stands in front of him.
Ye Futian coughed, and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. Naturally, it was not injured by Ji Ya, but he himself was seriously injured. If the emperor's will was not burning, Zhisheng's blow would be enough to kill him. He was able to stand up despite his life and was already frantically burning the power in his body.
Seeing this scene, the powerful men of the Holy Light Palace were immediately ready to move, and a powerful aura swept out. Ye Futian glanced at the crowd indifferently, put away the halberd of time and space, and sat cross-legged in the void, with the soul of the piano appearing in front of him.
His ten fingers fell on the strings, and with the beating of the first note, tears appeared in the corners of his eyes.
He thought of the first time he learned to play the piano. At that time, in front of the hut in the Qingzhou Academy, the teacher Hua Fengliu taught him how to play the piano, and the goblin liked to hit him.
He still remembered that when he first fell in love, they held hands by Qingzhou Lake, and the two confirmed their relationship. He sent Jieyu home and stayed there, but was kicked out of the room by Jieyu, so he sat outside and played all night.
He still remembered that at Donghai Academy, his master taught him how to play the piano. When he played, Jie Yu lay on his lap all night.
The past events are vivid in my mind, and the music of the piano accompanied the two people as they met and fell in love.
Others are still there, Qin is still the same, where has she gone.
The sound of the piano comes out, a piece of music in the floating world, and it is inspired by the emperor's will to become a true emperor's music.
The sound of the piano contains infinite emotions, endless sadness, and endless thoughts of murder.
The strong men of the Holy Light Palace launched an attack, but they saw a terrible storm of piano music appearing around Ye Futian's body, and all the laws and regulations were dispersed, disappearing into ashes under the music of the piano.
The sound of the piano is getting louder and louder, resounding through the vast battlefield. The strong men of the Holy Light Palace who are surrounding Ye Futian feel that their spiritual will is not under their control. Even the flow of spiritual energy in the surrounding heaven and earth is uncontrollable. There is space to solidify the power of rules. After birth, their bodies seemed to be absolutely imprisoned.
The five fingers of Ye Futian's right hand crossed the strings, and a sonorous sound came out. The sound of the piano penetrated directly into the eardrums of the surrounding strong men, turning into an invincible killing force, tearing apart the spiritual will.
"Boom!" A strong man's face instantly turned pale and he stopped thinking. The sound of the piano came, his will was wiped out, and his body fell towards the sky.
The storm of piano sound became more and more terrifying. With Ye Futian's body as the center, the bodies of many powerful men in the Holy Light Palace were trembling and falling continuously, being obliterated by the invisible piano sound.
The blood-stained body sat upright in the air, and the long music of the piano penetrated time and space. Even the figures in the holy realm were in a trance at this moment, as if they were witnessing the legend of an emperor!
(End of chapter)