The Legend of Futian Chapter 557: Ugly people are more troublesome

This time, everyone seems to be calmer, and no one is eager to get ahead.

At this moment, a lazy figure walked out slowly, and when he saw him appear, everyone just glanced at him lightly, and didn't feel too much pressure.

Drunk Qianshou, no one except Ye Futian knows where he comes from, only his name, his cultivation level is acceptable, now he is a seventh-class prince, Jian Xiu.

But the previous battle was not particularly eye-catching and narrowly defeated the opponent, so not many people cared.

Many people are thinking, Zui Qianshou, who would he choose as his opponent?

"I challenge, Yan Jiu." Zui Qianshou's voice was lazy, with a calm smile on his face, but his deep eyes suddenly became extremely solemn.

Yan Jiu, the descendant of the Sword Saint Villa. After Yan Wuji, Yan Wuji was the second swordsman among the four great sword repairs in Huangzhou. Now he is not as high as the master of Xuelou, but some people call him him. His swordsmanship skills are not lower than that of Xuexue Swordsman, but the sword of Xuexue Swordsman is a sword of murder. If you fight for life, the world thinks that Xuexue Swordsman will win.

In today’s battlefield, Yan Jiu and Xu Que should be the best in swordsmanship. Many people are a little surprised when Drunk Qianshou challenge Yan Jiu, but maybe this is the pride of Jian Xiu, challenging kendo attainments. The strongest person is worthy of admiration to prove his sword.

Yan Jiu stepped out, sweeping towards Zui Qianshou with an indifferent expression. Zui Qianshou was not the opponent he wanted to challenge, but since Zui Qianshou came out, then he had no choice but to fulfill the opponent.

The sword intent is flowing, still the same as before. Thousands of sword auras turned into a rain of swords in the sky, killing and cutting towards Zui Qianshou's body, Zui Qianshou drew his sword, using life soul as the sword, his life soul sword Thin as the wings of a cicada, like transparent, when the sword was drawn, a curtain of sword appeared around the body, and strands of sword aura flowed from the body, cutting off the sword rain that had arrived. Above the void, a heavy sword appeared in the sword rain. The sword fell from the sky, killing everything, as if trying to kill Zui Qianshou's body there.

"Chichi..." A sharp sword whistle sounded. Drunk Qianshou's body moved, and he escaped from the suppression of the heavy sword. The sharp sword in his hand was as sharp as a cicada, cutting through the sword rain. , Moving with the sword, drew a weird arc, and went directly out of the attack range of the heavy sword, and continued to move forward towards Yan Jiu.

In the direction of Zhishengdao Palace, the sword demon's eyes flashed, and this sword shadow seemed to be familiar.

Yan Jiu's expression did not move. The sharp swords behind him were ringing in his ears. Thousands of sword intents gathered and turned into nine swords. With his finger pointing towards one, the nine swords broke through the air and killed Xiang Zui Qianshou. , Jiu Jian did not travel with him, but at different speeds, as if deliberately staggering the angle of time, he faintly blocked Zui Qianshou's dodge route.

The sealing sword style in the nine swords of heaven and man.

Nine swords were killed instantly, Zui Qianshou glanced at him, and then his body was like a light sword shadow, and his sword continued to cut the sword energy, but his body skills did not stop at all, turning into a ghostly figure. Like a drunk person, folding forward, the sword lights seemed to jump and shuttle forward, connecting into a perfect arc, passing by the last sword in the nine swords.

"How could Zui Qianshou be so strong?" Qin Yin and others from Jiuxian Mountain all showed different colors. Isn't Zui Qianshou a casual cultivator in Baidi City? At the beginning, Li Xun had invited him several times, but he refused. He only knew that this person was addicted to alcohol, but now, he was able to fight Yan Jiu.

Drunk Qianshou's actions are like running clouds and flowing water. It seems easy, but in reality it is extremely thrilling. Yan Jiu's sword is so powerful that he will be pierced by a sword if he is not careful.

Strongs of lightning flashed across the void, killing Zui Qianshou, who was constantly approaching Yan Jiu. The light and shadow sword was like a series of lightnings, but at this moment, Zui Qianshou suddenly burst out with an incomparable sword light, his speed It also became faster, as if it was no longer a person, but like a sword tracing an incredible curve in the void, like the streamer of a sword.

A series of terrifying swords blasted in the void, and they made a violent roar, and the light and shadow swords pierced into the void at the same time.

"This is the Drunken Sword?" Someone in the Most Sacred Dao Palace looked at the sword demon, Zui Qianshou also drank in the battlefield, his body seemed drunk.

"This is not a drunk sword." The sword demon looked solemn and said: "This is a ghost sword."

The eyes of the people around the sword demon's body flashed, and there was a wave of waves in their eyes. Is the ghost sword that has long disappeared?

In the battlefield, the phantom of drunken sorrow unexpectedly appeared, the afterimages were like illusions, passing from different directions, and descending to Yan Jiu like a ghostly figure.

At this moment, Yan Jiu closed his eyes, and the sword of life and soul bloomed out, the heaven and the earth resonated, and the ten thousand swords in the sky trembled and cried.

"Heaven Sword Promise, all swords come out, kill." Yan Jiu's voice fell, his body of will seemed to be integrated with the endless sword intent between the vast world, and on his body, a series of incomparably gorgeous cuts appeared. Glorious, no dead ends, all close people are killed.

Everyone only saw that the many phantoms of Zui Qianshou were unified, and there burst out an extremely dazzling sword light. The two bodies broke apart when the sword light was dim. Everyone saw that in Yan Jiu A blood stain appeared on his face. Someone saw Yan Jiu dodge in the sword light, otherwise the blood stain would not be the face, but the throat.

As for Zui Qianshou, he was even more miserable. He was bloodied and shocking, but he still had a calm smile on his face, and he was defeated.

Sometimes in practice, talent can determine the future. Even if you work hard, you will still be shackled by talent. Therefore, he still lost to Yan Jiu.

"Who is Gui Jianshou?" Yan Jiu stared at Zui Qianshou, and many people realized that the two names seemed a bit similar.

Back then, the Promise Sword and the Ghost Sword among the Four Great Swordsmen fought against each other. In the end, the famous Ghost Sword was scrapped. There are many rumors that he is dead, and there are also rumors that he lives an ordinary life incognito.

"Guess?" Zui Qianshou smiled, then turned and walked away.

"Would you like to come into my door?" At this time, in the direction of the Holy Dao Palace, the sword demon said, Zui Qianshou raised his head to look at the sword demon, and said: "Since I have met a famous teacher, I can't worship the same name as a teacher. , I hope you will forgive me."

"There is no need to apprentice a teacher, just practice under my sect." The sword demon said again. Back then, the ghost sword was abolished by the four major sword repairs.

Zui Qianshou glanced at the Sword Demon, then knelt on her knees, and said: "Master once said that he used to cook wine and discuss swords with the Sword Demon, and I admire him very much. If he can practice under the predecessors, Master I will be happy."

"Get up." Sword Demon nodded: "I also want to see your Master again when I have a chance."

"Master has passed away." Zui Qianshou buckled his head and stood up, the sword demon was taken aback, and then saluted the distant place, sighing, "The deserted state has one less sword."

Drunk Qianshou quit the battlefield. The people looked at his back and felt a little uneasy. The master was dead, but they didn’t want to go to the sword demon. This person had a strong character. Qin Yin and the others were even more surprised. A casual cultivator in the Jiuxianshan area turned out to be a ghost sword disciple. So, when the ghost sword was abandoned, he lived in seclusion in the Baidi City in the Jiuxianshan area?

Ye Futian stared at Zui Qianshou’s back. He saw that Zui Qianshou’s back was a little sad and not the slightest joy. He chose to challenge Yan Jiu on this battlefield, presumably because he wanted to be his master. Regaining the lost glory, let the world remember his master, but was defeated, so Zui Qianshou was not happy.

There was also a wave in Yan Jiu's heart. Drunk Qianshou was defeated and was accepted by the Sword Demon. But everyone knows the grievances between the Sword Saint Villa and the Ghost Sword, and the Sword Demon naturally knows, then, whether the Sword Demon is still Would you be willing to let him start the sword repair?

He came to the Holy Road, in addition to seeing the arrogances of the desolate state, he also has another purpose, that is, to enter the Sword Demon, practice the sword of the Sword Demon, and learn from the strengths of a hundred schools to become stronger.

He came from the Sword Saint Villa, but he hasn't got a master. If he can master the sword demon, he would be equivalent to the two top sword repair inheritances in the desert state.

But now, he is not sure what the Sword Demon thinks, but he doesn't care too much. His sword will prove everything, even if the Sword Demon doesn't accept him as a disciple.

"The next battle." After Yan Jiu returned, the old man on the ladder continued.

The first battle of the second round left a very deep impression on people. The strong showdown between Yan Jiu and Zui Qianshou~IndoMTL.com~ seems to herald the beginning of the strong fight. .

Seeing that everyone was not moving, Bingyi glanced at Chu Chang, Chu Chang hesitated slightly, and then saw Bingyi stepping out by herself.

This earthly saint has an outstanding face, and she has a cold, arrogant and noble beauty. When she sees her appearing, many people are emotional, and the one who walks out at will now may be the arrogant figure of the top power in the desert.

It's just that, who will this earthly saint pick as his opponent?

Bing Yi came to the center of the battlefield, her beautiful eyes fell on Ye Futian, and she said, "You should be out of the game by this step."

Many people have their eyes on Ye Futian, are they picking him again?

Ye Futian stepped out, looked at this earthly saint, and said lightly: "You seem to be very prejudiced against me?"

Bingyi's eyes are calm. If you say that you are prejudiced, it may be because Ye Futian looked at her with unscrupulous eyes in the holy road. Moreover, he opened the three major relics in succession, and his cultivation was clearly not strong, but he did what many people wanted to do. Things that have not been done.

Now in the battlefield, I have come here all the way, and I don't know if it is accidental or luck.

"I have no prejudice against you, but now this battlefield, you no longer belong here." Bingyi's expression was as calm as water, and he didn't belong to the people on the battlefield, so naturally he should be out.

She wants to see a stronger battlefield and compete with her.

Ye Futian looked at Bingyi, does it belong to this battlefield, and when is Bingyi's turn to make this conclusion?

Perhaps, it's just that she thinks she is right, and she believes that what she thinks is right, and she cares about other people's thoughts.

"Ugly people are more troublesome." Ye Futian smiled. Before Bingyi went to Yan Prison City to **** the account of the holy order, he was also liquidated!

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