Chapter 1255: Battle Breaks Out
Ye Futian questioned forcefully, making the vast space around the City Lord's Mansion silent.
For a while, Zhu Kong was unable to answer.
What Ye Futian said, there is indeed no problem, since it is necessary to admit that Kua Huang belongs to the nine major tribes, then he should bear his will.
Obviously, this is just a plunder, so there is no righteousness.
The so-called charges are nothing more than unfounded.
"Even if the person who inherits the boasting emperor can only come from my nine major tribes, how can it have anything to do with you, an outsider." Chonglou, the patriarch of the Chong clan, said, his eyes were extremely domineering, and he glanced at Ye Futian.
Ye Futian looked at the other party and said: "Chonglou, the patriarch of the Chong clan, your name comes from the Chonglou War Body, the method inherited by the Kuahuang."
Chonglou stared at Ye Futian, and he really inherited the complete Kuahuang Dao method. Does Chonglou even know the method of inheritance?
"Since it has nothing to do with outsiders, why do your nine major tribes invite Daohuo winners to enter the ancestral land?" Ye Futian asked: "Isn't it because there are no one in your nine major tribes, and you use the power of outsiders to seize the inheritance for you and win the ancestral land?" And then silence it again?"
Chonglou's pupils contracted slightly, revealing a sense of domineering. When his pupils opened and closed, there seemed to be an incomparably terrifying phantom of the flame god of war appearing in Ye Futian's pupils, as if to crush him directly.
Ye Futian's eyes were also burning with flames, and his breath was blooming. Although these people didn't make a move, just a look, a breath, could give him a very strong oppressive force.
A holy figure from the nine major tribes stepped out, with a terrifying aura, staring at Ye Futian, and behind the Chonglou, there was also a strong man stepping forward, bathing in the flames.
Ye Futian said that there is no one in the nine major tribes.
Seeing the person walking out, Ye Futian glanced at him with contempt.
"After many years in the Western Territory, it seems that the nine major tribes have forgotten who they are, and they have not obeyed the Emperor Kua's will, and have no self-knowledge." Ye Futian said indifferently.
"Even without you, my nine major tribes will sooner or later be retained by Kuahuang, and the clan and tribe will be reunited. Let me show you where your self-confidence comes from." Seeing Ye Futian's contemptuous expression, the figure walked forward, He is the first person of the young generation of the Chong clan, and his fighting power is extremely terrifying.
This time the ancestral land was opened, but he did not enter. People from the nine major tribes will enter the ancestral land when they have a higher level of cultivation, so they will be more confident. At the same time, they will continue to invite outsiders. Let them do things for the Nine Great Ancestral Lands.
What Ye Futian said was not wrong, the Nine Great Ancestors invited them just to take advantage of them.
Only this time, the fire of the ancestral land was taken away, and the ruins of the emperor disappeared.
After re-leaving, he wholeheartedly wanted to inherit the legacy of the Emperor Kua, but before he went to visit the ancestral land, the ancestral land was gone.
The powerhouses of the Chong clan didn't stop Chongli from making a move. Chongli was extremely talented, and he was an extraordinary and evil figure who had great hope of opening the door of the ancestral land and inheriting the relics of the Emperor Kua.
They attach great importance to the clan and tribe, and have always placed high hopes on them.
But now, everything is on Ye Futian.
Stepping away from the void, the power of the holy way swept out and pressed against Ye Futian. Every time he took a step, he stepped on Ye Futian like a flame god of war.
"Which one of you will take the shot?" Xia Qingyuan said to the people behind her.
This heavy separation, want to fight Ye Futian directly?
The opponent's nine major tribes came, strong like a cloud, and Chong Lou was just a junior, so he wanted to directly fight the Lord of Qianye City, is he worthy?
"I go."
A voice came out, the voice fell, and a sword pierced the air, like lightning and thunder, splitting the void.
Among the crowd, there was a figure walking forward, with sword intent all over the sky and roaring forward.
The double pupils of heavy separation swept down the sky, the fire of the terrifying avenue burned down, the space oscillated, as if wanting to kill the opponent with one look, but the eyes of the person who stepped out were like swords, tearing everything apart, and would stab him The Taoist attack in his pupils was directly shattered.
"Boom." The fighting spirit was overwhelming, and he left his body and turned into a flame god of war. When he stepped down, the void roared and shook, and a large flaming footprint trampled on the void, burning mountains and boiling seas.
Jianzhi directly pierced into the big flame footprints, accompanied by a loud noise, piercing directly into it, intending to tear it to pieces.
The surrounding space seemed to be torn apart.
Chongli stepped forward again, the Daohuo on his body seemed to be more powerful and domineering, and his whole body became more stalwart, and he took another step, the big footprints of flames seemed to overlap with the big footprints just now, and the power increased dramatically. Destroy the opponent's sword intent.
The person who stepped forward pointed his finger forward, the sword energy fluttered, and it turned into a terrifying storm of sword energy, enveloping the opponent's attack, and at the same time, a stronger sword intent merged into the previous sword, moving forward indomitably.
Chongli stepped forward continuously, his coercion became stronger and stronger, and his body became more and more stalwart. The Chonglou battle body has thirteen layers, and one layer is stronger than the other.
Chong Li stepped seven steps in a row, and the battle body released seven weights.
However, the opponent didn't take a step back, and the sword intent cleared the way. In the large footprint of flames that condensed like a tall building, there was an infinitely bright sword light shining, raging violently, and at the same time a huge sword pierced into it bit by bit, and the two All forces are extremely powerful.
Many strong men of the Chong clan frowned. Chongli was already an extremely tyrannical figure in their tribe. Even in the nine major tribes, they all belonged to the top figures in this realm. The opponent Ye Futian did not step out, and neither did Xia Qingyuan. Take a shot, but there is still someone who can counter the heavy separation?
At this moment, the huge flaming footprints were surrounded by monstrous fire and radiant sword light, and 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 to blow up in the space.
"Who is that?" Someone asked, these two people at the beginning of the holy path are very strong.
"It should be someone who cultivated in Emperor Xia's Realm." Someone secretly said.
Ye Futian looked calm, watching the battle in the void, the strength of this weight is indeed very good.
As for Chongli's opponent, Wang Chuan, a sword cultivator above Lihentian Thirty-Three in the Xiahuang Realm.
The two fought violently, and many strong men in the vast space released their breath to resist the aftermath of the battle between the two.
Zhu Kong and Chonglou stared at the battlefield. At this moment, another strong man stepped forward and stepped into the battlefield. It was Zhu Nan, a holy figure of the Zhu clan.
It's not just him, the strong men of all major tribes have stepped forward one after another, towards the battlefield.
These people are all in the state of proving the saint, and it seems that they want to force Ye Futian to take action.
If they can take Ye Futian directly, they don't need the top figures of each tribe to do it, they only need to block the top figures of the opponent.
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 void beside him.
Dao Sheng and Gu Dongliu stepped out first and went straight to the battlefield.
After that, Ye Wuchen and Xu Chehan also walked towards the battlefield.
In addition, Xuanyuan Clan and Shenxiao Valley also each had a strong person stepping out, corresponding to the number of opponents, each went to find their own opponents.
In an instant, the holy power swept across the world in the battlefield, oppressing the vast space outside the City Lord's Mansion.
The sword master directly sacrificed the magic knife. He didn't regard this as a battle, but a battlefield.
Today, the nine tribes themselves are not here to compete, but to take people.
In an instant, the magic power roared in the sky, and the sword intent merged into the body of the sword saint, making his body seem to be covered with a layer of magic armor.
The magic knife breathed out the terrifying brilliance of the demonic way, and the violent air swept across the sky and the void. He appeared in front of a strong man of the Wu tribe. At that time, the sky seemed to be cut open with a terrible crack in hell.
His expression changed in surprise, and a gigantic golden crow bird appeared, smashed out, trying to block the light of the knife, but under the magic knife, the figure of the golden crow bird was cut off directly.
The terrifying sharpened knife cut down, and with a pop, the Golden Crow Fire Feather condensed behind him was cut off directly, and the whole person was still dodging and retreating rapidly, breaking out in a cold sweat.
"This magic knife..." Many strong men stared at the knife in the hands of the sword master. The sword intent was far stronger than the sword master's realm, like the sword of ten thousand demons.
The opponent Gu Dongliu faced was a strong man from the Nanli tribe. His body had a sacred brilliance shining, surrounded by ancient characters, resonating with the avenue, and his breath soared. .
Xu Chehan walked towards a strong man of the Shang clan. His body floated towards the opponent, but his aura was not strong. When the opponent saw him walking in, a sneer flashed in his pupils, and a bright golden flame flowed in the palm of his hand. .
When Xu Chehan arrived, his palm print directly blasted out, touching Xu Chehan's palm.
"You're looking for death." Seeing that Xu Chehan dared to touch his hands, he spoke coldly, with a strong killing intent.
When the two palm prints collided, a terrifying air of scorching flames instantly rushed into Xu Chehan's arm, and even went all the way forward, rushing into Xu Chehan's body.
Xu Chehan let out a muffled snort. 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 out of his mouth.
But at the same time, the other party also let out an exclamation, looking at his palm.
His flaming palm turned into black, and soon his arm did the same, the golden flame mixed with the dark color, making it look extremely hideous and terrifying.
"Poison." The same was true on his face, the golden flame radiance merged into the dark air current.
But what was even more frightening was that he felt that this poisonous technique was deliberately prepared for his flame, and it would disperse when it met the fire, invading the internal organs, limbs and bones.
Xu Chehan didn't feel well either, he took out a elixir and fed it directly into his mouth, then he withdrew from the battlefield, his breath circulated, the poison art turned into medicine, and a healing radiance enveloped his body, repairing the damaged parts.
Competing for combat power, he is definitely not as good as the holy figures selected by the nine tribes of the Red Dragon Realm, but his poison technique is unexpected, enough for the opponent to bear.
The situation on the battlefield is obviously not as expected by the major tribes.
They didn't even have any advantage.
Ye Futian didn't even make a move!