In front of the sword peak, Ye Futian sat cross-legged, and there were no one who practiced himself on the nine stone platforms.

Ye Futian is here, and no one is qualified to step onto the stone platform to practice. What happened before makes all the strong know themselves. Going to the stone platform to practice is to lose face.

Many people left before, but many people stayed and watched Ye Futian practice.

As time passed little by little, they saw the sword peak lit up again, surrounded by nine swords. On the sword mountain, an illusory figure could be seen dancing with swords, but it was a bit illusory and unreal.

Ye Futian's eyes were closed at this time, and he resonated with Jian Peak. The sword intent was flowing on his body, as if the sword intent on his body was the sword intent flowing on the Jian Peak.

A picture appeared in his mind. In the vast space, he stood there alone, the sword in his hand danced again and again, and each sword style was different. After countless dances, the nine styles seemed to merge into one and turned into a sword.

When this sword came out, thousands of sword shadows appeared, and many sword-shaped trajectories appeared in the void, both fast and slow, each with different speed, but the terrifying sword shadows penetrated through the space. When the sword shadows returned, thousands of sword shadows turned into a sword, and this sword seemed to be able to crush everything.

At this time, an extremely terrifying sword light appeared in the sword peak, rushing straight into the sky, and the powerful people suddenly trembled in their hearts. Then they looked at Ye Futian. They also saw a sword light on Ye Futian, heading directly towards Jianshan. Moreover, many of his figures appeared between Ye Futian and Jianshan, and each figure seemed to have stabbed a sword.

"boom……"

A terrifying thunder exploded, like the sky collapsed and the earth broke. The next moment, they were shocked to find that the sword mountain had been broken, and only a sword intent in Lingtian bloomed.

Ye Futian, who was sitting there, had disappeared. When the crowd saw him again, they were standing on the broken sword peak, standing in the wisp of Lingtian's sword intent. It seemed that at the moment the sword came out, his people turned into swords and moved with the sword. Even some powerful people in the upper emperor realm did not see the sword clearly.

"So strong, is this the ultimate sword style left by Jian Peak?" Everyone was shocked in their hearts. They saw that where Ye Futian was bathed in the sword light, he was baptized by the sword intent, and the sword intent seemed to be completely integrated with him.

His whole person was like an extremely sharp sword at this moment, invincible and irresistible.

"The sword peak has been broken. No one has done it for so many years. This sword peak has been here. Now it is broken." Someone whispered, feeling in his heart.

"I have been here four times, spanning thirty years. This sword peak has always been there. Every time I come in, I will come here to understand the sword intent. Over the years, the nine sword intents have finally realized the seven swords. I thought that in another twenty years, I should have the opportunity to understand the sword intent in the sword peak, but I didn't expect that someone once made my efforts for decades look like a joke." An old man murmured, "Shame."

"It's all the same. We've seen it ten years ago." Another old man said, sighing, and his heart was filled with emotion.

They did not expect that one day the opportunity of the great way passed down here would collapse and future generations would never have the chance to understand it again.

The guy who was only down as the emperor had realized the inheritance of the sword intent in less than a day.

"I really want to know what kind of sword this is. If the top powerful sword figure is left behind, if you can realize it, you will inevitably increase your combat power. This son inherits the sword intent, and the sword power will be a little stronger."

Everyone was talking about it. A top sword demon appeared on Dongxian Island, but he lacked a sword opportunity and was destroyed forever. This guy was extremely talented, but he also destroyed the ruins of the great road. He enjoyed it alone, he was such a bastard.

However, they also want to be this bastard, but unfortunately they can't do it.

The sword light of Ye Futian's body was filled with great splendor, and it lasted for a long time before it gradually faded. His eyes opened, as if a sharp sword shot out from his pupils, with a thunderous sound of a sword roaring.

One sword has nine styles, nine swords are one, and I don’t know what kind of sword technique this sword technique is.

This sword technique can ignore the distance of space and arrive instantly. The sword art returns to one another. If you kill the enemy with one thought, you will call it Wujian.

Ye Futian thought in his mind and named the swordsmanship.

Guixu, passing years, endless power, and all its power is extraordinary, and its achievements in swordsmanship are constantly being improved.

Moreover, if the Liunian sword cooperates with Wujian, it will inevitably have a more terrifying power. Combining long attack and close-range killing will surely become a terrifying sword of killing.

Ye Futian glanced at the disappearing Jian Peak, then looked at the crowd. Seeing that everyone was looking at him, he couldn't help but smile bitterly: "Sorry, this Jian Peak was broken by itself!"

"I broke it myself..."

Ye Futian looked at Ye Futian and saw this guy saying sorry but with an innocent expression on his face, he really wanted to beat him up.

Will the Sword Summit break itself?

Of course, it was because of Ye Futian's practice, but Ye Futian realized the sword intent in the sword peak. With this opportunity, what could they say?

Only a sigh.

Ye Futian returned to Xia Qingyuan and the others, and Emperor Helian and Beigong Ao also looked at Ye Futian and smiled. This guy practiced himself and then practiced. Now it's better that others have no chance to practice.

"You are cruel." Beigong Ao said.

"I'm just practicing by myself." Ye Futian shrugged.

"Well, you practice yourself, so that others have nowhere to practice. Fortunately, it's just this sword peak, and there are many opportunities for the great way in the illusionary space. You can go to other places to try your luck." Beigong Ao continued.

Ye Futian nodded: "Let's go to other places to try your luck."

"Yeah." Everyone nodded, and the group stepped away. Ye Futian's divine thoughts spread, covering the endless space. He wanted to see where he was suitable for practicing and had the opportunity he needed for the great way.

Ye Futian and the others soon arrived at another place, with many people here, standing in this space, looking forward.

In front of everyone, there was a huge mountain wall, and golden characters were carved on it, which were obscure and difficult to understand, like a special language, but standing here, you can sense the sound of the Great Dao and Sanskrit, giving people a strong pressure.

"Is this the inheritance of Buddhism and Taoism?" Ye Futian said with a sense of the meaning of it. This power gave him a feeling of Buddhist means.

People who practice Buddhism and Taoism seem to have come to Dongxian Island to seek elixirs, which shows how terrifying the influence of the immortals in Donglai [六古古古古古古古古古古古古古古古古古古古古古古古古古古古古

"There are words next to it." Xia Qingyuan looked at the lower right corner of the mountain wall, with a line of words engraved on it. Ye Futian looked over. Sure enough, it was left by a Buddhist monk. He had suffered extremely trauma from the Great Dao, so he came to ask for medicine. Donglai Shangxian cured his Great Dao injuries. This Buddhist monk left a set of Buddhist monks here to thank him.

Many people were quietly enlightening that Ye Futian saw a woman with extraordinary temperament sitting cross-legged in front of her, with many Buddhist characters surrounding her body, making her body surrounded by Buddha's light, which was extremely sacred and should not be blasphemed.

Ye Futian looked at the obscure characters, and he felt vaguely that this was not a text.

Widths of the aura of the great way filled his body, and he felt the golden runes on the mountain wall more truly. His eyes became extremely deep, seeing through all the illusions.

Suddenly, the characters seemed to jump out and appeared in front of him.

"note."

Ye Futian thought to himself that these characters were not words, but notes.

The Taoist techniques left on this mountain wall are musical techniques. People who do not practice music will find it difficult to understand them at all and cannot enter the Tao.

"Why can't I understand?" Beigong Shuang said in a low voice. She could have some understanding of the sword before, but she could not sense the mountain wall at all.

"It's normal if you can't understand it." The person next to him said with a smile. How many people can understand it?

"I'm the same." Beigong Ao said, and Beigong Shuang nodded slightly. It turned out that his father couldn't understand it, so it must be an extraordinary Taoist law. I wonder if Ye Futian could understand it.

She looked forward and saw Ye Futian standing there, and a voice came from her mouth: "This is the way of music, it's normal not to understand it."

"The way of music?" Beigong Shuang showed a strange color: "Does these characters record the technique of music?"

"It's not a character, it's a note. It's not a person who practices this kind of practice. It's hard to see the door. You don't have to understand it." Ye Futian said, Beigong Shuang nodded. She looked at Ye Futian with a little speechless. Ye Futian had played the piano music on Wutong Island before. Now it seems that he is indeed well versed in the music.

Several figures behind the queen turned their eyes and looked at Ye Futian, saying, "It's you."

"Do you know me?" Ye Futian asked.

"I've seen it in Penglai Fairyland." The man said with a smile. They were all present when Ye Futian clashed with Jun Qiuyan in Penglai Fairyland.

Ye Futian didn't say anything.

"Just thinking of him, he came." The man said again, Ye Futian frowned. In his perception, a vast line of figures were coming towards this side. At the same time, a ray of coldness came directly to him, containing a hint of murderous intent.

Ye Futian did not look back, but naturally he knew who was coming, it was Jun Qiuyan.
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