Chapter 1421 Replacement

Zhang Changqing stared at Ye Futian, feeling the light of the dark thunder, he said with a sullen face, "The realm is not enough."

Ye Futian glanced at him calmly, a wave of Daowei came out of his body, swept out in an instant, and the radiance flowed on his body, like a piece of flawless jade, full of Dao and meaning, to achieve perfection.

After the Idol Clan practiced in seclusion, there was no time to go out of the mountain.

Zijun and other powerhouses looked at Ye Futian in surprise, their pupils shrank slightly, this guy actually hid his cultivation, and they missed it and didn't see 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 various methods and comprehend multiple Taoism.

Zhang Changqing felt the Daowei on Ye Futian's body. This person should have entered the Flawless Saint Realm not long ago, and his aura is not so vigorous, but he is showing his sharpness.

He raised his palm, and in the square inch of his palm, there was a faint sound of terrifying thunder. With his steps forward, he raised his palm and moved towards Ye Futian's seal.

Ye Futian also raised his hand, and the palms collided with each other. The palms of the two revealed a terrifying thunder current, compressing the attack to the limit, and forming an extremely terrifying force between the palms of the two. It is very difficult in a small area, compressing the powerful Taoism to the extreme, how terrifying the destructive power it contains.

Seeing their movements, the surrounding Ziming sect experts released breaths and isolated this side, only to see that the robes on the two of them automatically moved without wind.

"Cough..." There was blood flowing from the corner of Zhang Changqing's mouth, his internal organs vibrated violently, a dull sound came out, he stepped back continuously, and glanced at the palm of his own, it had turned into a scorched black, the meaning of death winding.

Looking at Ye Futian again, his expression was as usual, without any disturbance.

This shocked the hearts of the people around Zimingzong, this sword seven is so strong?

Zijun's complexion also changed. Was Zhang Changqing, the number one genius of Zimingzong, Zhang Changqing whom she had always respected so much, actually crushed by Lei Fa?

"Did you see it?" Ye Futian looked at Zhang Changqing and said, "The world is so big that many unknown practitioners are not necessarily weak. Zixiao Tiangong summoned the heavenly practitioners, and you must have seen some monster-level cultivators these days." If you want to move forward, it may be difficult."

Zhang Changqing stared at Ye Futian with a gloomy expression, and said, "Do you want to enter the Zixiao Heavenly Palace?"

Ye Futian didn't answer him, and looked at the high place in front of him, where a lot of big figures sat there, high above, overlooking the scenery below.

Seeing Ye Futian's expression, Zhang Changqing's heart is like a mirror. Who in the world does not yearn for Zixiao Tiangong among people who practice thunder and magic?

Thunder law in the world, all out of the heavenly palace.

This time, it is an extremely rare opportunity to be able to release oneself to show strength, and to be valued by Zixiao Tiangong.

It is normal for a hermit figure like Jian Qi to come.

"You are participating in the name of Zimingzong. I will go 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, without any expression in his deep eyes, and whispered: "Okay."

It seems that Zhang Changqing is also self-aware.

In this way, his purpose of accompanying Zi Mingzong was also achieved.

"Changqing." A Nirvana figure from the Ziming Sect shouted at Zhang Changqing. This opportunity is once in a lifetime. Even if he is injured, Zhang Changqing is still able to fight. This is an opportunity to enter the Zixiao Heavenly Palace. It would be a pity to give up like this up.

"He's right. I'm afraid it will be difficult to perform well in the next battle. Instead of entering Zixiao Tiangong to practice in this way, it's better to abdicate and let the virtuous." Zhang Changqing stared at Ye Futian and said, "I hope you don't let me down."

After finishing speaking, Zhang Changqing turned and left.

Today's battle is already in the late stage, there are not many duels left, and the opponents he may face next are people he is familiar with, from other forces of the Eight Thunder Law Sects, and he has no doubts about the strength of those people. I understand better, he didn't have much confidence in his heyday, but now he is traumatized and it is even more difficult to defeat.

If it is he who arranges the battle, Zixiao Tiangong will most likely arrange for a top figure who is also from the Leifa sect in the next round of battle. If he is defeated, he may not be able to enter Zixiao Tiangong, and, Also lost the face of Zi Mingzong.

This grand event, from a broad perspective, is a meeting of the top forces in the Heavenly Mandate Realm, but from the perspective of their eight orthodox forces, it is actually a competition.

Ye Futian stood there quietly, looking at the major thunder platforms.

The undercurrent is surging in the Heavenly Mandate Realm, and the top figures between human practitioners and the demon world are stepping out one after another. There is a hidden meaning of strife. misfortune.

Before the accident comes, he must have a place among those top figures.

Only in this way can some forces be affected.

"Why didn't you join Zimingzong to practice?" Zijun asked Ye Futian. He said that he had been to the sacred mountain, and now he has shown such extraordinary talent, why didn't he join Zimingzong?

"Why should I enter?" Ye Futian asked back, but Zijun froze, unable to refute.

Brother Changqing is willing to abdicate, what can she say?

Ye Futian turned his eyes away and didn't look at her. After a while, Zhang Changqing came back and said: "Master has agreed to the proposal, but we don't know if it will be successful. Please wait quietly for news."

At this time, Ye Futian clearly felt that someone was looking at him, turned his gaze, and saw a figure on the high platform in front of him, looking directly at him through the space, that person was the Emperor Ziming.

"It's not a big problem for you to fight, but if you have the strength, you should perform well." Emperor Ziming said, he was not worried about Ye Futian's conspiracy. Emperor?

How could he have thought that someone would dare to do this.

At this time, on the thunder platform in front of him, an old man said: "King Xiao of the Killing Mountain, Zhang Changqing of the Zimingzong was injured and gave up his qualification to fight, and let his fellow disciple of the Zimingzong Jian Qi replace him."

"Replacement?"

Many people showed a strange look, Wang Xiao and Zhang Changqing, both of them are representatives of the orthodox forces of the Eight Thunder Laws.

Wang Xiao is the most outstanding disciple of the holy way in Killing God Mountain, the way of killing gods, demons and thunder has reached the pinnacle and is extremely tyrannical, while Zhang Changqing is a monstrous figure in Zimingzong.

Now, Zhang Changqing actually gave up the fight and let a disciple of Zimingzong who had never heard of it fight.

This is, did Zhang Changqing shrink back?

Perhaps, he was indeed injured and knew that it was difficult for him to go on, so he gave up.

Zhang Changqing's renunciation meant Zimingzong's giving up. This sword seven was probably just sent by Zimingzong to make up for Zhang Changqing's embarrassment of not playing.

Many disciples of Killing God Mountain looked at the Thunder Dao Platform, even the Lord of Killing God Mountain looked there at this time, and said to Emperor Ziming beside him: "Did Zhang Changqing give up when he came to look for you just now?"

"Zhang Changqing was injured a little bit before, but it's the same with another person." Zi Minghuang said.

"It's just that I don't seem to have heard of this sword seven. Was it sent by the Ziming sect to make up for it?" the Lord of Killing God Mountain asked again.

"Look and you'll know." Emperor Ziming looked as usual, only to see that on the huge thunder platform, Wang Xiao had extremely overbearing magic thunder flowing all over his body, causing a frenzy to appear on the battle platform sealed by the formation. The raging thunder current is very terrifying.

Ye Futian also stepped onto the Thunder Dao platform, and some people in the crowd looked at Ye Futian.

"Zhang Changqing still has the strength to fight. Since he gave up, he simply abstained from this battle and gave up this battle. Why let you come and waste time." Wang Xiao looked at Ye Futian and said, and a series of dark magic thunders bombarded Ye Futian's body Around Ye Futian, 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." As soon as he stepped on his footsteps, Ye Futian held the sword with both hands, and suddenly heavy and dark swords of death thunder surrounded his body, and one after another demon thunder came from the sky, making a violent roar.

"boom……"

The magic thunder entered the body, wandered over Ye Futian's body, and made a thunderous sound, but did not directly threaten him.

The sword spanned the sky, and ten thousand calamities were drawn into the sword. Thunder light filled the sky in the void, stinging people's eyes. Countless swords flowed around Ye Futian's body, and a terrifying air of death flowed in each sword.

Wang Xiao seemed to feel a hint of threat. His body fluttered, and he controlled the thunder method to descend from the sky. A terrifying thunder blasted down, smashing people's spiritual willpower.

Ye Futian waved his palm towards the sky, and the sword slashed out, and the magic thunder was split from the middle.

The light of thunder was cut off from the middle, this is the way of space.

"go."

Ye Futian spat out a word, and immediately thousands of swords came out, killing Wang Xiao.

"Boom." Wang Xiao's whole body was shining brightly, as if he was wearing a pitch-black armor of magic thunder, his fists pierced the sky, he was extremely overbearing, the void seemed to collapse and burst, and a sword was destroyed directly.

However, the endless sword intent moved above the void, slashing down continuously, Wang Xiao yelled, and a phantom of a Thunder God of War appeared behind him, raising his hand to attack and shatter the void.

The swords flowing around his body were endless, the spirit of death enveloped the world, and there was no life in this void, Wang Xiao's face gradually turned black, extremely uncomfortable.

He stepped on the void, and his body soared into the sky, trying to get out of this space.

Ye Futian stretched out his hand in the air, and the sword wandering around his body seemed to contain the rules of the avenue, and it blasted down one by one.

"Boom boom boom!" The sound of continuous explosions came out, and the power of a sword was stronger than that of a sword. Wang Xiao seemed to be trapped in the sword map, but it was difficult to kill him.

"There..." Many people exclaimed and looked at the battle between Ye Futian and Wang Xiao, their hearts trembling.

Didn't Zhang Changqing, the first genius of Zimingzong give up?

Why is this replacement person even stronger, so suppressed that Wang Xiao has no strength to fight back!