The powerful man in the holy realm was a little surprised when he saw Ye Futian blocking the attack.

How powerful is the realm of the holy path? Even if you are a wise man who has realized the truth, there is still a big gap.

He stepped forward, and a wave of pressure enveloped Ye Futian's body, and even many powerful people watching the battle felt the invisible pressure.

However, because this is outside the Dali National Academy, the holy realm controlled its range of pressure and did not dare to destroy it. He integrated the Taoist meaning into his palm, and another palm print slapped down from the void, which was stronger than the attack just now.

Ye Futian looked up and felt that the palm prints above his head pressed the world tightly, and a suffocating power crushed down. If he had changed to a peak sage, he would probably be unable to move.

However, he did not retreat. Ye Futian waved his hands and the sword intention suddenly turned into a trait. Heavy swords condensed into shape, and dozens of swords appeared in front of him, each of which exuded a majestic momentum.

"Dong." Ye Futian stepped into the void, and suddenly a heavy sword broke through the void, crushed through the void, swept everything, and endured the huge pressure and headed towards the palm print.

"Dong..."

He took another step, and his palms slapped out like a sea of ​​ups and downs. Suddenly, heavy swords broke through the air in succession, one sword after another.

The palm print fell down, and with a loud bang, the heavy sword in front collapsed and shattered directly. The big palm print crushed down at an extremely fast speed. A loud rumbling sound continued to be heard, and the void was shaking violently, and heavy swords continued to shatter and explode. However, the speed of the palm print was slower and cracks appeared faintly.

“Buzz.”

Ye Futian stepped upwards, and the last heavy sword broke through the air, and finally split the palm print. But at the same time, the powerful man in the holy realm took a step and came directly above his head. Even though this sword cultivator was very strong, he could break the Holy Dao palm print, but he was only breaking one palm print.

The palms of this powerful man in the holy realm crushed down like a millstone, and a terrifying golden storm suddenly appeared, crushing everything in the air.

"Go." Ye Futian pointed his finger at the void, and suddenly countless sword intents surrounded by his body headed towards the sky. The sword light was like a shadow, and it seemed that there were swords between the sky and the earth, without Ye Futian's figure.

"Phantom Sword?" The powerful people in the holy realm were countless, and the golden storm continued to crush them. The Phantom Sword was crushed wildly, oppressing the space down.

A scattered pressure fell on Ye Futian, trying to shake him back to the ground. However, with the help of this retreat, Ye Futian stretched out his right hand and suddenly another sword was released.

When the sword came out, Ye Futian's figure disappeared directly from the spot, breaking through the oppression space of the opponent's Taoist power and leaving.

At the same time, Li Xuan suddenly felt a crisis coming. The next moment, he saw the sword light swinging from Ye Futian in the distance appear in front of him in an instant, like flowing clouds and water, coherent across the air.

This sword art is the sword art of space.

The sword intent on Ye Futian's body was so strong that Li Xuan's body burst back, but how could he be faster than this sword? He could only stretch out his hands and slapped forward. His pupils were extremely cold, and he wanted to take him down in an instant?

The holy weapon protects the body, and his palms are covered by the holy weapon, and he grabs Ye Futian's sword.

The sword touched his palms directly. Li Xuan wanted to tuck it, but he saw a golden light flashing away. The sword penetrated through his palms, breaking through the defensive light curtain and stabbing into his throat.

For a moment, Li Xuan felt a little cold in his throat. His palms stopped there in an instant, and his body kept stiff in a strange posture.

At the same time, the powerful man from the holy realm stepped forward and fell directly to him not far away. He felt that Ye Futian had turned to the sword before, but he was still one step slower. Just Li Xuan blocked the sword.

But obviously, Li Xuan didn't block his sword.

Many disciples of the Dali National Academy were surprised when they saw this scene. Facing the attack of a powerful man in the holy realm, he actually left the battlefield and controlled Li Xuan's life and death with one sword.

That sword was amazing.

The sword cultivator who came to Dali to seek Taoism outside the Dali Court was very strong.

"Let him go." The powerful man in the holy realm stepped forward. Ye Futian did not turn around. The sword intent sucked out. The tip of the sword touched Li Xuan's throat. As long as he moved gently, the sword could directly thrust into Li Xuan's throat and end his life.

Li Xuan raised his head slightly and felt the chill in his neck. His expression did not have too strong tides. He slowly lowered his head slowly, and his arrogant eyes were still staring at Ye Futian in a proud manner.

It is worthy of being unparalleled in the lower realm. The defeated sword cultivator of Jianshan is valued by Jianshan. It is amazing to be able to control him with one sword.

"My surname is Li." Li Xuan stared at Ye Futian and said, "The sword is good. Take away your sword and I will let you go."

Ye Futian's sword was still there, looking at Li Xuan and said, "Why kill me?"

"How can Dali National Court allow provocation and humiliation?" Li Xuan spoke coldly.

Ye Futian noticed that the other party was very calm from beginning to end, especially when he ordered to kill him, it was definitely not like he had provoked the Dali National Court.

Moreover, he came to seek the truth, and there was no humiliation. If Li Xuanzhen had been considering the reputation of the Dali National Academy, he should not have let the Holy Realm figures kill him after losing.

Obviously, Li Xuan was lying.

However, when we met for the first time, there was no conflict of interest. Why did Li Xuan kill him?

However, looking at Li Xuan's attitude, it is impossible to ask the reason, and it is meaningless.

"Release." The powerful man in the holy realm took a step forward, and his pressure was terrifying.

Ye Futian's sword intent surrounded his body, and the sword in his hand moved forward and entered Li Xuan's throat bit by bit. He turned around and looked at the powerful man in the holy realm and said, "If you take another step forward, I can't guarantee whether my sword will pierce his throat."

Blood flowed out of Li Xuan's neck. Li Xuan felt the chill on his neck. His eyes changed slightly and were very cold.

"If you don't take the sword away, I don't guarantee that you can leave alive today." Li Xuan said again.

After he finished speaking, his throat became colder, and the sword pierced a little more. Li Xuan's throat squirmed, his face slightly pale, and his eyes stared at Ye Futian tightly.

"I promise, you will die in front of me." Ye Futian said coldly: "And, a person who just got defeated and asked the Holy Realm practitioner to take action. I don't think his guarantee is convincing, so you can shut up now."

Li Xuan shut up obediently. The sword had already entered his throat. If he moved forward, he could kill him. He had to shut up.

It suddenly became quiet outside the Dali Courtyard, and there was a silence. Figures came through the air. It was the elders of the Dali Courtyard who heard the news.

When they saw the scene in front of them, their expressions changed slightly. Although Li Xuan was not a great figure in practicing in the Dali Court, his surname was Li.

If you die here, it will undoubtedly be a troublesome thing.

But the sword cultivator, his sword did not move at all, just standing there, as if it had become a deadlock.

Ye Futian couldn't guarantee what would happen after he let Li Xuan go, so his sword would not leave Li Xuan's throat before he could ensure his safety.

"Li Xuan is wrong first in this matter, but what about letting him go?" At this time, a holy figure in the Dali Court spoke to Ye Futian.

"My younger generation Jian Qi heard that Dali National Academy was the first holy place for cultivation in Dali, so he came to seek the truth. However, after defeating this person, he ordered the saint to kill me. He had no choice but to ask for advice. If I let him go, can I ensure the safety of my younger generation in the name of Dali National Academy?" Ye Futian asked.

The person in the holy realm was silent when he heard Ye Futian's words. Li Xuan had a special identity and was a descendant of the Regent. If Li Xuan wanted to take revenge on Ye Futian, he would not be able to ensure Ye Futian's safety, so he naturally did not dare to ensure it in the name of Dali National Court.

Therefore, there can only be silence.

"A man is angry and blood is still splattering for five steps, let alone the sword cultivator. If he cannot ensure the safety of his younger generation, he will have to let him be buried with him before he dies." Ye Futian continued to speak, and he continued to wait.

Li Xuan's face finally became gloomy. What Jian Qi meant was that if no one could absolutely ensure his safety, would he kill him first?

Many practitioners from Dali National Academy praised him secretly, "What a sword cultivator, and every man is angry and even blood is splattered five steps."

Li Xuan's previous move was indeed a bit too much. If this sword cultivator had a slightly weaker strength, he would be dead.

However, to ensure his safety, it is only necessary to speak out by a big figure in the uppermost level of the Dali Court or a big figure in the Regent's Mansion.

"Are you the sword cultivator and sword seven coming from the lower realm Li Palace with Lu Chuan and the others?" asked an elder of Dali Kingdom.

"Yes." Ye Futian responded, and suddenly many people in the Dali National Court looked even more weird.

The person Li Xuan wanted to kill was the first person in the lower world selected by Lu Chuan and others.

It is said that Jianshan wanted to accept him as his disciple.

Someone returned to the Central Court of Dali, and reported that this matter was a bit troublesome.

Outside the Dali National Courtyard, it still seemed very quiet, and the two stood in the middle, motionless.

At this time, a line of figures came step by step.

"Senior Brother Yan is here." At this moment, a noise came out.

"I've seen Senior Brother Yan." Many disciples of Dali National Academy saluted to the people coming, and their eyes showed respect.

People who came to watch from afar also looked at the visitor with some admiration.

Yan Yuan, the senior disciple of the National Master.

Now Yan Yuan is basically responsible for the matters of the National Academy of Sciences.

The National Master of the Dali National Academy serves as the dean, and those who practice in the Dali National Academy can all be called Yan Yuan and his senior brother.

Yan Yuan had already known what happened. He walked up to the two of them and looked at Li Xuan and Ye Futian. Then he asked Li Xuan: "Li Xuan, you should take action first in this matter, how do you plan to solve it?"

"Senior Brother Yan, as long as he takes the sword away, I will not kill him." Li Xuan said.

Yan Yuan looked at Ye Futian and heard Ye Futian say, "I don't believe him."

"He doesn't believe you, how do you guarantee it?" Yan Yuan said to Li Xuan again.

"If he doesn't believe it, what can I do?" Li Xuan's face looked ugly.

"Since there is nothing we can do, then it's a dead end. Jian Qi, you should draw the sword." Yan Yuan said, and as soon as he finished speaking, everyone's eyes were frozen there.

He asked Jian Qi to draw his sword.

Li Xuan's face was pale.

Is it necessary for two people to die together?
Chapter completed!