Chapter 1107 Use Your Sword

Seeing that Ye Futian blocked the blow, the holy man couldn't help being a little surprised.

How tyrannical the realm of the holy way is, even if it is a sage who understands the way, there is still a big gap.

He stepped forward, and a coercion of Dao enveloped Ye Futian's body, even many strong men watching the battle around felt that invisible coercion.

However, because this place is outside the Dali National Court, the holy land controlled the range of its own coercion, and did not dare to destroy it wantonly. hit stronger.

Ye Futian raised his head, only to feel that the palm prints above his head were crushing the world, and a suffocating Daowei crushed down. If it was someone at the peak of the sage, it would be difficult to move.

However, he didn't retreat, and saw Ye Futian waving his hands, and suddenly the sword intent transformed, and the epee swords were condensed into shape, and dozens of swords appeared in front of him, each of which was full of a pounding breath. majestic momentum.

"Boom." Ye Futian stepped into the void, and suddenly an epee pierced through the void, ran over the void, swept away everything, and walked towards the palm print under tremendous pressure.

"Boom..."

Taking another step, he slapped out his palms like mountains and seas, and suddenly the heavy swords pierced through the air, one sword after another.

The palm print fell, and there was a loud noise, the heavy sword in the front collapsed and shattered, the big palm print crushed down at an extremely fast speed, the loud rumbling sound continued, the void was violently shaken, and the heavy swords kept shaking It shattered and exploded, but the speed of the palm print slowed down a bit, and cracks appeared faintly.

"Buzz."

Ye Futian stepped up, the last epee pierced through the air, and finally split the palm print, but at the same time, the holy man stepped forward and landed directly above his head, even though this sword cultivator is strong enough to break the holy Dao palm print, but it is only a broken palm print.

The palm of this holy man crushed down like a millstone, and a terrifying golden storm suddenly appeared, crushing everything in the sky.

"Go." Ye Futian pointed his finger towards the void, and the countless sword intents around him suddenly moved towards the sky. The sword light was like a shadow, and the sky and the earth seemed to be full of swords.

"Phantom sword?" There were countless strong men in the holy realm, and the golden storm continued to crush down. The phantom sword was crushed crazily, pressing down on the space.

A crushing coercion fell on Ye Futian, trying to shake him back to the ground. However, with the help of this retreat, Ye Futian stretched out his right hand, and immediately another sword.

With the sword out, Ye Futian's figure disappeared directly from the spot, abruptly breaking through the space oppressed by the opponent's Daowei, and escaped.

At the same time, Li Xuan suddenly felt a crisis coming, and the next moment, he saw Ye Futian's sword light waving in the distance, appearing in front of him in an instant, like flowing clouds and flowing water, coherent across the air.

This kendo is the space kendo.

The sword intent on Ye Futian's body was overwhelming, and Li Xuan's body burst back, but he could only stretch out his hands and slap forward, his eyes were extremely cold, and he wanted to take it down in an instant. he?

The sacred artifact protects the body, and the palms are covered by the sacred artifact, grabbing Ye Futian's sword.

The sword directly touched his palms, and Li Xuan wanted to buckle it off, but only saw the golden light flashing away, the sword pierced through between his palms, broke through the defensive light curtain, and stabbed at him. his throat.

For a moment, Li Xuan only felt a chill in his throat, his palms stopped there instantly, and his body remained stiff in a strange posture.

At the same time, the strong man in the holy realm stepped forward and landed not far from him. He had sensed Ye Futian's sword before turning, but he was still a step too late. It was enough for Li Xuan to block the sword.

But obviously, Li Xuan didn't block even a single sword strike.

Many disciples of the Dali National Academy were surprised when they saw this scene. Facing the attack of a strong man in the holy realm, he actually left the battlefield and controlled Li Xuan's life and death with a single sword.

That sword was amazing.

The strength of the sword cultivator who came to the Dali National Academy to seek Taoism is very strong.

"Let him go." The strong man in the holy realm stepped forward, Ye Futian didn't look back, the sword intent came out, the tip of the sword touched Li Xuan's throat skin, as long as he moved lightly, the sword could directly thrust into Li Xuan's throat. Xuan's throat, to end his life.

Li Xuan raised his head slightly, feeling the coolness of his neck, his expression was not too violent, his hands were slowly put down, he lowered his head very slowly, those cold and arrogant eyes still stared at Ye Futian with a haughty attitude.

As expected of Wushuang in the Lower Realm, Bai Jianshan Jianxiu is a cultivator valued by Jianshan. It is remarkable to be able to control him with a single sword.

"My surname is Li." Li Xuan stared at Ye Futian and said, "The sword is good, take your sword away, and I will let you go."

Ye Futian's sword was still there, he looked at Li Xuan and said, "Why kill me?"

"How can the National Court allow provocation and humiliation?" Li Xuan said coldly.

Ye Futian noticed that the other party was very calm from the beginning to the end, especially when he ordered to kill him, it definitely didn't look like he provoked the National Academy of Liberation.

Moreover, he came to seek the Tao, not to mention humiliation. If Li Xuan really cared about the reputation of the Dali National Academy, he shouldn't let the people in the holy realm kill him after losing.

Obviously, Li Xuan was lying.

However, when they met for the first time and there was no conflict of interest, why did Li Xuan kill him?

However, judging from Li Xuan's posture, it would be impossible to ask the reason, moreover, it would be meaningless.

"Let them go." The holy man took a step forward, his pressure was terrifying.

Ye Futian's body was surrounded by sword intent, and the sword in his hand moved forward, bit by bit into Li Xuan's throat, he turned his head to look at the holy man and said: "If you take a step forward, I can't guarantee whether my sword will Pierce his throat."

Blood flowed from Li Xuan's neck, Li Xuan felt the coolness on his neck, his eyes changed slightly, it was very cold.

"If you don't take the sword away, I don't guarantee that you can leave alive today." Li Xuan said again.

After his words fell, his throat became colder, and the sword pierced a little more. Li Xuan's throat squirmed, his face was a little pale, and his eyes were fixed on Ye Futian.

"I promise, you will die before me." Ye Futian said coldly: "Also, I don't think his guarantee is convincing for a person who just lost the battle and let the practitioners of the holy realm take action, so you now You can shut up now."

Li Xuan shut up obediently, the sword had entered his throat, if he went any further, it would kill him, so he had no choice but to shut up.

The outside of the Great Leaving National Court suddenly became quiet, and there was a dead silence. Figures came through the air, and it was the elders of the Great Leaving National Court who heard the news.

Seeing the scene in front of them, their expressions changed slightly. This Li Xuan was practicing in the Great Li National Academy. Although he is not a great person, his surname is Li.

If he died here, it would undoubtedly be a troublesome matter.

But that sword cultivator, his sword didn't move at all, just stood there, as if it had become a stalemate.

Ye Futian couldn't guarantee what would happen after he let Li Xuan go, so his sword would not leave Li Xuan's throat until he could ensure his own safety.

"Li Xuan was at fault in this matter first, but how about letting him go first?" At this time, a saintly figure from the National Academy of Great Lili said to Ye Futian.

"Junior Jian Qi, I heard that the Dali National Academy is the number one holy place to practice in Dali, so I came to seek Taoism. However, after defeating this person, he ordered the saint to kill me. As a last resort, I asked for advice, senior. If I let him go, the senior can use Dali In the name of the National Council, to ensure the safety of the juniors?" Ye Futian asked.

The person in the holy realm was silent when he heard Ye Futian's words. Li Xuan's status is special, he is a descendant of the regent king. name to ensure.

Therefore, can only be silent.

"When the man is angry, blood is splashed for five steps, not to mention the sword cultivator, if he can't ensure the safety of the junior, he can only be buried with him before he dies." Ye Futian continued to speak, and he continued to wait.

Li Xuan's face finally turned gloomy. What does Jian Qi mean, if no one can absolutely guarantee his safety, he will kill him first?

Many cultivators from the Dali National Academy secretly praised him, what a swordsman, he was so angry that his blood spattered five steps.

Li Xuan's attack before was indeed a little too much, if this sword cultivator was a little weaker, he would be dead.

However, to ensure his safety, unless it is a big shot at the top of the Great Leaving Council, or a big shot from the Prince Regent's Palace, it will do.

"Are you the sword cultivator Jianqi who came from the lower realm to the upper realm with Lu Chuan and the others from the imperial palace?" an elder of the Great Li National Academy asked.

"Yes." Ye Futian responded, and suddenly many people in the National Academy of Dali looked even weirder.

The person Li Xuan wanted to kill was the number one person in the Lower Realm selected by Lu Chuan and the others.

It is said that Jianshan wants to accept him as a disciple.

Someone went back to the Dali National Court to report, this matter is a bit troublesome.

Outside the National Courtyard of Dali, it still seemed very quiet, and the two stood in the middle, motionless.

At this time, a group of figures stepped forward.

"Senior Brother Yan is here." At this moment, there was a commotion.

"I've met Senior Brother Yan." Many disciples of the Dali National Academy saluted the visitor, with respect in their eyes.

The people who came to watch from a distance also looked at them with some admiration.

National Normal University disciple, Yan Yuan.

Now Yan Yuan is basically in charge of the matter of leaving the State Council.

The National Teacher of the Great Leaving Academy serves as the dean, and all practitioners of the Great Leaving Academy can call Yan Yuan a big brother.

Yan Yuan already knew what happened. He walked up to the two of them, looked at Li Xuan and Ye Futian, and then asked Li Xuan, "Li Xuan, you took action on this matter first, how do you plan to solve it?"

"Senior Brother Yan, as long as he takes the sword away, I won't kill him." Li Xuan said.

Yan Yuan looked at Ye Futian, only to hear Ye Futian say: "I don't believe him."

"He doesn't believe you, how can you guarantee it?" Yan Yuan said to Li Xuan again.

"If he doesn't believe me, what can I do?" Li Xuan's expression turned ugly.

"Since there is nothing to do, then it's a dead end. Then Jian Qi, you can use your sword." Yan Yuan said, his words fell, and everyone's eyes were fixed there.

He asked Jian Qi to draw the sword.

Li Xuan's face was pale.

Is this for two people to die together?

Jian Qi's life, what qualifications are there to take his life?