The two sisters in Yan Qingyi are the daughter of Prince Yan.

Kaihuang and Linya are the first person in the Juque Sword Sect of Yan County and the Fenglei Sword Sect.

No one can bear a sword.

In just a moment, the vast space suddenly became quiet.

Yanjun sword cultivator was shocked in his heart, his eyes were like sharp swords, and he shot straight towards Ye Futian.

Previously, the Sword Saint of the Crazy Wind deliberately introduced Ye Futian, saying that his sword defeated Nie Yun, and many people believed that Ye Futian must be extraordinary, and the Prince of Yan also believed so.

However, Ye Futian was just empty talk and did not go on stage. Everyone no longer took him to heart, especially those arrogant words, who were more like a madman who knew the heights of the world.

But now, he finally set out his sword.

One sword and one person.

In the previous Taoist war, it was not that he did not set out the sword, but that no one was qualified to set out the sword.

Therefore, he bypassed the road and directly asked Jian Dali's first sword path holy land Sword Mountain.

In the distance, the Sword Saint of Wind was standing there, staring at the figure standing proudly in the void. The handsome figure, every ray of sword intent on his body, seemed to be the pride engraved into his bones, belonging to the pride of the sword cultivator.

Perhaps, this is the real Sword Seven, a sword cultivator who walked out of the Tibetan Sword Mountains and was extremely pure. He only pursued swordsmanship. He didn't care about other people's opinions, but only his sword.

Therefore, he did not challenge the Taoist platform according to Dali's rules, just because in his eyes, no one deserves his sword in the Taoist war.

Next to the Sword Saint of the Wind, Huanxue saw the gorgeous sword lights before and was speechless for a moment.

"Since you have this sword art, why didn't you take action before?" Huanxue whispered, still feeling a little dissatisfied.

"Most geniuses are paranoid and lonely. They are truly peerless people who are qualified to break all rules." The Sword Saint of the Wind whispered: "Maybe, he is such a person."

If Ye Futian heard the words of the Sword Saint of the Wind, he might sigh. The image he created seemed to be very successful. At least in the eyes of the Sword Saint of the Wind, this is the Sword Seven that he wanted to let the people of Dali see.

A peerless sword cultivator who is arrogant, proud and paranoid, and does not take anyone seriously.

In the world of Sword Seven, there are no high-ranking figures, no rules, only swords.

The Dali National Master personally ordered to recruit the geniuses in the lower realm. The disciples of the national master came down from the lower realm. King Li summoned the powerful men from the nine counties to gather together with the Li Palace. The Dali Dynasty could certainly tolerate such a paranoid but peerless sword cultivator.

"You all retreat." An elder in Jianshan said to the people of Yan County. Suddenly, the Prince of Yan and the Sword Cultivators retreated aside, but there was still one person there.

Li Hanxing, the Ziwei Sword Sect, which has been accepted as a disciple by Jianshan, ranks third in this Taoist battle.

"Do you think that no one in the land of Dali Nine Counties deserves your sword, so you didn't participate in the Taoist battle, so you asked Jianshan?" The powerful sword saint of Jianshan looked at Ye Futian.

"Yes." Ye Futian nodded.

"However, those swords you just now are still not enough, and they are not enough to let the disciples of Jianshan set out their swords." The sword saint stared at Ye Futian, and wanted to break the rules directly, then he would take out the strength to break the rules.

As he finished speaking, Li Hanxing stepped out towards Ye Futian.

He is also from the Nine Counties of Dali. Ye Futian said that no one is worthy of him to draw his sword.

After glanced at Li Hanxing and sensed the sword intent on the other party's body, Ye Futian looked at Zuo Zhengdao and Qincang, Shangqin County, and said, "I said that no one is worthy of my sword in this Taoist battle, but since you want to see my sword, then let the three of you take action together."

Everyone heard his speechlessness.

The three people he mentioned were naturally the three strongest people in this Taoist battle.

Go to Qin and Qincang, Dongyang Zuozhengdao, and Yanjun Li Hanxing.

The three most powerful figures who have realized the will of Tao, Dali Jiujun, and the three strongest people under the holy realm.

At this moment, Ye Futian still said that they were not worthy of his sword, so he let the three of them go together.

However, because of his arrogance, countless people ignited their blood again. They thought that this Taoist battle had ended when Qin Cang was invincible in Dali Nine Counties.

Who would have thought that an unknown sword cultivator Jian Qi would go through the sky and ask Jian Jianshan.

Qin Cang, Zuo Zhengdao, and Li Hanxing all stared at Ye Futian. The three of them had proved that they were the strongest three people in Dali on the Taoist battle stage.

At this moment, Ye Futian walked out and wanted to step on them to prove his unparalleled talent?

Qin Cang and Zuo Zhengdao both took steps forward, but did not take action. They just stared forward, and their Taoist intentions flowed, extremely powerful.

Li Hanxing took a step forward in the void, and a sword appeared in his hand. The starlight shone to illuminate the void. With his body as the center, the sword intent surrounded the sky, and the Taoist intention flowed, as if countless star sword lights were heading towards Ye Futian's body, just like a meteor sword, the void emitted a howling tearing sound.

Ye Futian looked indifferent and glanced at him. On him, a shocking sword intent flowed, and there was also a flow of Taoist intention.

"Interesting." King Li laughed in a low voice. At this moment, the sword seven released the Taoist intention, as if the Yan County sword cultivators were not worthy at all.

Behind Ye Futian, the sun seemed to shine, as hot as the sun, and a sword of fire refining Yanyang appeared in front of him, sucking and spitting out the intention of burning everything.

The next moment, ice covered the heavens, and an ice spirit sword appeared.

Afterwards, the storm raged, and the void made a sharp sound, and the Storm Sword was born.

Thunder shines like the light of the doomsday, and the sword of thunder appears.

Afterwards, the heavy sword of the stars shines, suppressing the world.

Five swords were born in one row, and they were suspended in front of Ye Futian.

The sword cultivators in Yan County trembled again, and the pupils of the Sword Saint of the Fierce Wind contracted. When they were at the Prince of Yan County's Mansion, Ye Futian once said, Yanyang, Ice Soul, Storm, Thunder... All Swords that cannot be cultivated.

That crazy words are not false words.

Seeing this scene, Li Hanxing's face also changed slightly. His figure flashed, like a meteor, and the sword came out, and the meteor sword fell, killing Ye Futian.

"Yanyang." Ye Futianyi merged with heaven and earth. With a thought, the Yanyang sword came out, as if a round of sunlight shone between heaven and earth, devouring the stars in the sky. In an instant, the sky sword rain turned into a sea of ​​fire.

The sword went forward, rushing through the sword rain and killing Li Hanxing.

The Endless Sword Rained into a sword, hitting the Yanyang Sword, seeping into it, trying to destroy it.

"Ice Soul." The second sword came out, and the meaning of ice seemed to freeze other people's souls. The sword of ice was moving forward, and the world turned into frost. The flow of sword intent seemed to have become slow. Li Hanxing was covered with a layer of frost.

Li Hanxing's body flew and slashed out a brilliant meteor sword light. The endless sword intent of the sky turned into an extremely dazzling light, breaking through everything.

Ye Futian was still standing there quietly, waving his palm, and suddenly the storm, and the two swords of thunder came out at once to cut the void. The Storm Sword directly cut off Li Hanxing's sword. When the Sword of thunder arrived, Li Hanxing's face was pale.

"Bang!" With a loud bang, his body seemed to be about to explode, and the lightning swallowed his body. At this moment, the faces of the powerful Ziwei Sword Sect changed.

However, Ye Futian's sword did not destroy Li Hanxing, but only knocked him back, flew into the distance, and spit out blood from his mouth.

Ye Futian did not move from beginning to end.

At this time, Zuo Zhengdao's body moved, and his body turned into a golden ray of lightning, like a god of war, heading towards Ye Futian's body, as fast as lightning. He was filled with a sharp and powerful Taoist intention, trying to break through everything.

The four swords arrived at the same time, but Zuo Zhengdao did not retreat at all, turning into golden lightning and traveling through the void.

When the sword arrived, the Taoist intention collided, the void shook, Zuo Zhengdao was like a real god of war. Without breaking his body, he directly resisted Ye Futian's sword.

Countless people were excited about this scene. Perhaps Zuo Zhengdao could fight Ye Futian.

But at this moment, Ye Futian's body finally moved. He stepped out, and the void seemed to tremble, suppressing the sky.

Everyone saw Ye Futian holding a sword in both hands and descending from the sky. The heavy sword fell down, and the heaven and earth made a roar.

Zuo Zhengdao felt the pressure and his face finally changed. He shouted angrily, turned into a golden god of war, and continued to rush into the void.

Ye Futian's sword arrived.

"Bang."

A dull sound came out, without any suspense, Zuo Zhengdao's body fell from the void.

"Boom..." The Taoist platform shook, Zuo Zhengdao's body directly hit the surface, and he felt that his internal organs were shattered, and blood was constantly overflowing from his mouth.

Qin Cang stepped on the void step, and his body disappeared directly from the spot. The next moment, Qin Cang's figure appeared above Ye Futian's body, slapped his palms out, and a palm print rushed directly from the air.

Ye Futian slashed his palm, used his hand instead of the sword, and shattered the palm print.

However, Qin Cang's figure disappeared directly and appeared in another direction, and another palm print was knocked down.

In just a moment, everyone saw that Qin Cang's figure was everywhere in the void, and each palm seal was like a great palm seal, shattering the void and hitting Ye Futian.

"The sword returns." Ye Futian surrounded his body, surrounded by infinite sword intent, destroying everything.

The next moment, his body spiraled, and in an instant, endless sword light roared out at the same time, covering the vast void, and the sword light was everywhere.

"Boom, boom, boom..." The void palm print was torn apart madly. At this moment, the sword intent was everywhere, as if no matter how Qin Cang avoided, he had to resist his sword.

His breath was surging, the great way was in harmony, his palm seals cracked the sky, and he blasted at the sword intent that came and smashed it.

However, the next moment, he saw a afterimage and a fierce sword intent.

He roared angrily, his palms swept out like a sea of ​​storms, but he saw a sword reborn, cutting the void, shattering the palm print directly, and swallowing the sword light. His face was horrified, his heart was beating wildly, and his whole body seemed to be about to suffocate.

The sword light flashed in front of him, and time and space seemed to be still. Qin Cang's body trembled slightly. He stretched out his hand tremblingly, touched his eyebrows, and from above, there was a shallow blood mark.

However, that sword did not cut off.

After taking a look at the blood on his fingertips, Qin Cang looked up at Ye Futian. He thought that under the Great Li Saint Realm, he was an invincible person. He also proved himself in the Taoist war.

However, there is a peerless sword cultivator who is in the world.

"No one can bear your sword in the Great Li Jiu County." Qin Cang turned around and walked away, looking a little lonely.

At this moment, countless eyes stared at the handsome sword cultivator in the void.

The sword light was cold, and there was no one in the nine counties in Dali.

Ye Futian did not care about the world's eyes, looked towards Jianshan and said, "Sword Cultivation and Sword Seven, I would like to ask Jianshan Jiandao."

Sword cultivation and sword seven seemed to be the only one in his eyes!
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