The Legend of Futian Chapter 75: The dispute between the descendants is one stick

Ye Futian's voice and the piano sound fell at the same time, and everyone's hearts trembled.

Zhou Mu, who was painting, raised his head, and then he saw the violent storm that was coming. His life and soul roared, and there was a faintly terrifying spiritual power forward, but it was useless. The spiritual storm came and everything was destroyed.

His paintings were directly swallowed, and the spiritual energy between the heavens and the earth became violent and restless. Then, Zhou Mu was drowned by the piano tone storm, showing an expression of extreme pain, like a lonely soldier on the battlefield, and it was Qian who killed him. Military

"Puff..." A mouthful of blood spurted out, and Zhou Mu's body was knocked out and fell to the ground severely.

All this happened so quickly that he was caught off guard. When Ye Futian said arrogant words, he immediately stood up, as if the battle had ended early, so confident.

Everyone was relieved now, staring blankly at the handsome figure in front of them, the wind was blowing, the white clothes fluttering, the elegant young man who quietly played the piano before, at this moment, his sharp edge was revealed.

The battle of the disciples of Qin Mo painting saints, winning points.

In the past, he painted the saintly waste piano demon, and now his disciples are being crushed strongly. It is not at all a close fight like everyone imagined.

Furthermore, Ye Futian's realm was lower than Zhou Mu, and he was defeated across the border.

Also, what did Ye Futian just say?

Previously, there were many rumors circulating in the Donghai Academy. Ye Futian, the disciple of the Qin Demon, rushed to the Luo Palace to be arrogant, but was defeated by the disciple of the painting sage Zhou Mu, and left in embarrassment. This incident was once aroused, and I was afraid that Ye Futian could not explain it before. Someone will believe it, but now the facts are in front of them, and everyone has to doubt the authenticity of the rumors, just like the rumors made by Hua Jieyu a few months ago.

Zhou Mu's face was pale, and he relaxed for a moment before he stood up and stared at Ye Futian with cold eyes: "A defeat is nothing but a defeat, and it can't decide anything, so he denied the meaning of the previous battle?"

Everyone's eyes flashed, Zhou Mu, this is not willing to admit defeat.

"Funny." Ye Futian showed a sarcasm: "Under the rumors, you actually think that the Luo Palace defeated me? You know, the Luo Palace had a good spirit when I was about to kill you last time. The senior characters who attacked me secretly attacked me, so you did not lose face on the spot."

There was an uproar when Ye Futian's words fell. In Luo Wang's mansion, in the battle between Ye Futian and Zhou Mu, there were elders who attacked him? This is too despicable.

It is said that the characters present at that time were Painted Saint, Lord Luo, and the Vice-Palace Master of Ziwei Palace. If such a thing happened, wouldn’t these three be the most suspicious?

So, Ye Futian had to go if he didn't.

"You are spitting blood." Zhou Mu's face became more ugly when he heard Ye Futian's words. He didn't believe it would be like this.

"You are presumptuous." At this moment, there was a cold shout, and I saw a figure of an old man stepping up from the Ziwei Palace. It was Han Mo, the vice-president of the Ziwei Palace.

"Ye Futian, today you will win if you win. You uttered wild words to slander the senior figures, and you have no respect." Han Mo screamed coldly.

Ye Futian raised his head to look at Han Mo, this old guy, has finally put away his hypocrisy.

"Naturally, I know that the person who took the hand will not be the senior. However, if the senior does not make the move, it does not mean that other people will not. How can we say that the junior slander?" Ye Futian said with a smile, and the faces of the people around changed. This Ye Futian's words meant something.

Han Mo heard his words and looked directly at him like a sharp sword, but saw Ye Futian look up and calmly look at him. Now he is very upset with Ziwei Palace. The feeling that Ziwei Palace gives him is hypocritical, Domineering and indifferent.

From acquiescing Mu Yunxuan to hurt the fairy with rumors and rumors, to not allowing him to set foot in the Ziwei Palace; from the time when he stood on the side of the painting sage and wanted to promote the marriage of interests, leading to the tragedy of his teacher, to now his ambitions have expanded and he wants to be alone. Donghai Academy, the rest of his life was injured because of this;

Although he didn't say anything, in fact, he had already accumulated an anger in his heart, which exploded today. Therefore, there will be a scene at this moment. He stood in front of the Ziwei Palace, challenging Zhou Mu, a general order, like Is venting anger.

"Luo Wangye and Huasheng are both highly respected seniors, and everyone present at the time was also a person of identity. Maybe they would sneak attack on your arrogant junior?" Han Mo said coldly.

"There were a lot of people present at the time. I don't know who it was." Ye Futian said lightly, "However, Tianfu Palace is one of the nine palaces of Donghai Academy. Two people of the Eight-Star Glory Realm joined forces to deal with me. A five-star Glory disciple in Qu Gong can survive, so why is it strange to attack?"

"This guy..." The people stared at Ye Futian, this is, they are picking things up, and the Tianfu Palace is also involved.

"You Wuqu Palace disciple arrogantly blocked the door and provoked, the Tianfu Palace disciple naturally took action, what's weird." Han Mo continued to coldly said: "It's you, slander seniors today. If there is no statement, I am afraid that I can't explain it. "

"My Wuqu Palace disciple, when will I tell you something." At this time, a cold voice came, and among the crowd, I saw Yixiang did not know when to appear, and he looked up at Han Mo indifferently. , Said lightly: "Han Mo, your deputy palace lord of the Ziwei Palace, are you bullying a disciple of my Wuqu Palace here? What a mighty prestige."

Seeing Han Mo and Yi appearing one after another, and tit-for-tat, everyone's hearts trembled, and things seemed to be a big deal.

"Yi Palace Lord, haven't you heard your Wuqu Palace disciples slander the elders here?" Han Mosi was not afraid of Yi Xiang and responded coldly.

"Are you slandering?" Yixiang asked Ye Futian, looking at him.

Ye Futian smiled and said: "Whether it is a slander is very simple, I fought with Zhou Mu that day, and I was repelled by the summoned beast painted by Zhou Mu at the last blow. I suffered a little, so I can try again today."

After that, his gaze fell on Zhou Mu, and he said lightly: "Although my realm has improved a lot in the past few months, I will give you enough time to paint the strongest summoned beast today. I will not release the soul of life. If you attack with pure martial arts, if you can’t defeat you, count me as slander."

"Really, crazy." Everyone looked at Ye Futian, and let Zhou Mu draw the strongest summoner to release the strongest attack. He attacked with pure martial arts and had to defeat Zhou Mu with one blow. This is simply... The madness is boundless, if Zhou Mu loses, I am afraid that he will have no face to mix in the Donghai Academy.

After all, various voices said that Zhou Mu defeated Ye Futian before, and Zhou Mu himself did not deny it, as if he had tacitly agreed with this statement.

"What's your opinion?" Yixiang raised his head and looked at Han Mo.

Han Mo's face was sullen, Ye Futian was so mad, what else could he say, looking at Zhou Mu.

I saw Zhou Mu's face gloomy and terribly, what a humiliation Ye Futian said to him.

"Okay." Zhou Mu stepped forward and walked to the opposite side of Ye Futian, his life soul was released, and he squatted on the ground to paint.

Yi Qingxuan stepped forward and took down the piano in front of Ye Futian, so Ye Futian was facing Zhou Mu, who was painting, with an extremely calm expression.

Looking at Ye Futian's calm expression, it is hard for everyone to imagine why he has such confidence to defeat Zhou Mu with pure martial arts, and let Zhou Mu paint.

The spiritual energy madly gathered in Zhou Mu's writings. At this moment, he was extremely serious, and all his energy seemed to be concentrated on painting.

Gradually, everyone saw a lifelike golden dragon appear on the ground, as if it might jump into the air at any time.

This golden dragon contains a terrifying aura. The scales of the dragon are drawn, lifelike. I don't know how strong the defense will be. Many people have sweated for Ye Futian, relying on martial arts?

Zhou Mu ignored the thoughts of the people. He focused on perfection in every detail. As a painter, his talent was undoubtedly undoubted. It was only because he met Ye Futian that he seemed a little unbearable.

Finally, when Zhou Mu's last stroke came down, the extremely large golden dragon surrounded his body. Zhou Mu's life soul shrouded the golden dragon, making the dragon's eyes extremely Weird, staring at Ye Futian opposite.

"So strong." When everyone looked from a distance, they seemed to be able to feel the terrible golden dragon.

Ye Futian’s expression was as calm as ever. He stretched out his hand, and the golden aura gathered in his palm frantically. The aura was condensed and turned into a huge golden stick. He did not use the aura to release spells, but condensed the soul. Soldiers belong to the category of martial arts.

When Ye Futian's palm was gripped, an overwhelming battle intent burst from him. The intent to fight was astonishing. An invisible general trend converged towards his body, constantly rising and becoming stronger. Integrating with heaven and earth, everyone only feels that Ye Futian at this moment seems to be the incarnation of a young God of War, and he is infinite.

Zhou Mu's body moved, and he stepped forward. The golden dragon seemed to be attached to him, walking with him.

With a loud roar, Zhou Mu roared in anger, and the sacred golden dragon ran away, attacking Ye Futian with incomparable power.

"Boom." Ye Futian moved, his feet stomped, the ground trembled, and a terrifying momentum seemed to gather on him.

"Go to death." Zhou Mu came with a roar, and the golden dragon smashed, and the golden stick in Ye Futian's hand danced. The spirit and spirit merged with the heaven and the earth and smashed into the golden dragon.

The first strike of the nine strikes of the sky, breaking the world.

The golden stick fell on the head of the golden dragon, turning it into the sharpest weapon in the world, directly splitting the dragon's body from the middle, all the way forward.

Everyone's hearts trembled wildly, and the young God of War moved forward, splitting everything blocking him, even if it was a real dragon.

"Boom." The dragon's body burst and the golden stick disappeared. However, Ye Futian's hand was clasped around Zhou Mu's neck and lifted him in the air.

At this moment, Zhou Mu's face was as gray as death.

Ye Futian raised his head slightly~IndoMTL.com~Looking at Zhou Mu, he said lightly: "Last time, how did you beat me?"

Zhou Mu did not respond and was unable to respond.

Ye Futian looked at Han Mo again, and said calmly: "The so-called genius in Ziwei Palace, but so, after today, there will be no dispute between the sage heirs of the piano and demon painting. He Zhou Mu is not worthy."

The voice fell, Ye Futian threw out his arm, and threw Zhou Mu towards Ziwei Palace!

ps: Happy holidays, everyone. I really envy everyone when they have time to rest for the holidays. Wuhen was scolded today. I know the codewords. Hey, it’s so hurt. It’s open throughout the year. Fortunately, there are so many brothers. Feel the festive atmosphere in your enthusiasm!

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