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- Li Yao walked towards that side, and the man turned around and led the way forward.
Behind Li Yao, a figure followed closely behind, looking forward.
In the chaotic battlefield, these figures shuttled forward.
At this time, the footsteps of the person in front suddenly stopped, turned around and looked at Li Yao and said, "Hurry up, Your Highness."
Above his body, wisps of aura flowed, and those eyes were extremely deep. At this moment, Li Yao's mind was in chaos, and he felt extremely humiliated and angry.
Unexpectedly, he was forced to flee.
Just at this moment, lightning flashed across the void, passing directly in front of Li Yao, and killing the figure in front.
The person in front was stunned for a moment, and raised his head to look in front of him, and saw a handsome and extraordinary figure approaching like a bolt of lightning, holding an extremely thin soft sword in his hand, the sword was like a silver snake, with silver light blooming, piercing the eyes It seems to kill people's spiritual thoughts.
The sword was so fast that it was like a thunderbolt. The pupils of the person leading the way shrank slightly, and he slapped his palm forward. The palm print was instantly torn and shattered. his clothes.
Looking up, he looked at the handsome figure with a puzzled look in his eyes and asked, "Sir, what do you mean?"
Li Yao behind was also stunned for a moment, looking at the person who made the sudden move.
Lu Chuan, a disciple of Dali Guoshi.
?Excellent talent, unparalleled wisdom, once led the battle of the empty realm and defeated the Xiahuangjie.
"I remember everyone who stayed in the City Lord's Mansion in my mind, and even those who went to Qianye City, I know the aura of each of them. Although you look very similar to a subordinate of the Third Prince, but You are not him." Lu Chuan looked forward, and said softly, "Junior Brother Jianqi, please come and be safe."
The word "Jian Qi" exploded in Li Yao's mind like a thunderbolt from the blue sky. He suddenly raised his head and stared at the figure in front of him. It was all white.
This name is too familiar to him, it is the person he swore to kill.
However, was he deceived again?
A violent air flow swept out from Li Yao's body, like an angry real dragon, but there was a hint of fear in the anger.
Jian Qi is simply a shadow to him.
When Yan Yuan stood in front of him before, he had great trust. He asked himself that as long as he could not get out of the Nirvana Holy Land, Yan Yuan would be able to stop his opponent for him. This is his absolute trust in the disciples of Dali Guoshi.
In fact, Yan Yuan did it too. Even though he was seriously injured, he still forcibly stopped the two top figures and let him leave.
At this moment, standing in front of him is also a disciple of Dali Guoshi, and Lu Chuan's talent is naturally beyond doubt.
But Li Yao no longer has that sense of self-confidence.
If the person standing in front of Lu Chuan is Ye Futian.
He is obviously an immortal opponent, but deep in Li Yao's heart, he absolutely recognizes Ye Futian's strength.
In the chaotic battlefield, this place is extraordinarily quiet.
The wind blew, and the figure standing there was disheveled, his long hair turned into silver hair, and the lines on his face began to change. Soon, an extremely handsome face was imprinted in Li Yao's pupils.
He clenched his fists tightly, his face extremely gloomy.
"Ye Futian!" He spat out a cold voice.
Ye Futian didn't look at Li Yao, as if ignoring him, his eyes fell on Lu Chuan, and said: "Brother, can you let me go?"
"I can't." Lu Chuan responded, and the kung fu began to work. Immediately, wisps of Taoism permeated the world, tearing the void, and a storm of tearing space appeared in this space. Terrible terror pervaded around Lu Chuan's body. Sword Qi.
"I'm offended." Ye Futian said, a long halberd appeared in his hand, the halberd of time and space swallowed a terrible space, sweeping the void, trying to block and freeze the space directly.
The Great Dao enveloped the heaven and the earth, Li Yao and Lu Chuan only felt trapped in the absolute space, but seeing Lu Chuan's wrist trembling slightly, the silver sword light swept across the sky, shattering the will of the space, and the two forces seemed to be colliding invisibly.
"Boom."
Ye Futian stepped forward, and the extremely heavy space dao descended, and the void trembled, as if it was about to freeze completely.
Lu Chuan looked solemn, and the silver storm was getting stronger and stronger, as if there was a storm of swordsmanship covering the sky.
"Boom."
Taking another step, Ye Futian continued to move forward, the void trembled again, Xuanyuanbu merged into the Taoist will, and the coercion was terrifying.
When the third step was taken, Ye Futian's figure disappeared directly.?And to.
The opponent stepped into the void, and slapped out both palms at the same time, and thousands of palm prints appeared, shattering the Kassapa sword madly.
But Ye Futian is still moving forward, the source of swords is endless, a cold light flashed in his eyes, even though he is extremely talented, after all, he is only the first level of the holy way, how dare he get close?
The swords were endless, all of them were destroyed, and he smashed Ye Futian with his palm.
At this moment, a strong sense of crisis descended.
Among the swords, there was a terrifying aura emanating from one sword, which made him feel a deadly sense of crisis.
The sword seemed to protrude from between Ye Futian's eyebrows, and it pierced through the palm print with a puff, and when it reached the limit, he roared, guarding him with a powerful will, that is the will of the great way.
But the sword directly stabbed in, and a burst of extreme brilliance spewed out from the sword. His pupils shrank, and he seemed to see an extremely sacred sword in his mind.
This sword was refined by Ye Futian from the owner of Shenxiao Valley, and a ray of his imperial will was incorporated into it.
The sword passed away in a flash, and directly penetrated the opponent's head. Ye Futian's body did not stop at all, and he stepped over the opponent's body step by step.
Li Yao in front of him sensed what was happening behind him, and his eyes showed despair and horror.
Why is this so, why is the sword energy so powerful, and what method Ye Futian practiced.
Unexpectedly, he killed a true saint with a single sword.
Li Yao's heart was beating, and he felt the breath behind him getting closer. At this moment, he was so desperate.
Once upon a time, when he went to Kyushu, the lower realm of Emperor Xia's Realm, he never thought that such a day would come.
At that time, he was the prince of the upper heaven, heir of the prince, and his status was so noble, especially in front of the people of the lower heaven.
As far as he is concerned, the people of the Kyushu in the lower realm are just like ants, not worth mentioning.
Even if Zhisheng killed the other party's wife, he still didn't care.
However, today, the person who he once regarded as an ant in the lower realm with contempt and wanted to kill at will, wants to kill him, the Prince of Dali?
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