The Saint saw that Ye Futian had blocked the attack, and could not help but be slightly surprised.
The Saint was so strong that even though he was a sage who had comprehended the Great Path, there was still a great gap between them.
He stepped forward, and a pressure of the Great Path shrouded Ye Futian's body. Even many of the cultivators who were watching the battle felt the invisible pressure.
But because they were outside of Dali Academy, the Saint controlled the range of his might and did not dare to cause too much damage. He melded his will into his palm, and another palm came crashing down from the void. This one was even stronger than the one before.
Ye Futian looked up and felt that the palm above his head was pressing down on the world. A suffocating pressure of the Great Path crushed down. If it had been someone at the pinnacle of the Sage Plane, they would probably have been unable to move.
However, he did not retreat. Ye Futian waved his hands, and in an instant, his Sword Will transformed into the Way. Heavy swords formed, and dozens of swords appeared in front of him. Each sword exuded a majestic aura.
"Boom." Ye Futian stepped into the void, and suddenly a heavy sword broke through the air, crushing the void and sweeping everything away. It bore the great pressure of the Great Path and headed towards the palm.
"Boom …"
He took another step forward, and his palms slammed out with the power to topple mountains and overturn seas. Suddenly, the heavy swords broke through the air one after the other.
As the palm imprint descended, a thunderous sound rang out. The heavy sword at the very front was directly shattered into pieces. The gigantic palm imprint pressed down at an extremely fast speed, causing thunderous rumbling sounds to ring out unceasingly. The entire space trembled violently as one heavy sword after another was shattered into pieces. However, the speed of the palm imprint actually slowed down a little as cracks appeared on it.
Voom.
Ye Futian stepped up. The last heavy sword tore through the air and finally split open the palm print. But at the same time, the Saint took a step forward and landed directly on top of his head. Even though the swordsman was strong enough to break through the palm print of the Divine Path, he was only able to break through one palm print.
The palm of the saint crushed down like a millstone. Suddenly, a terrifying golden storm appeared, pulverizing everything in the sky below.
"Go." Ye Futian pointed into the void, and suddenly countless sword will around him shot up into the sky. The sword light was like a shadow, and it seemed that the world was filled with swords. Ye Futian's figure was nowhere to be seen.
"Illusory sword?" The Saint Plane cultivators were innumerable. The golden storm continued to crush down. The illusory swords were crushed crazily, and the space was compressed downwards.
A crushing pressure landed on Ye Futian, trying to push him back to the ground. However, Ye Futian used this momentum to reach out with his right hand. Suddenly, another sword appeared.
Ye Futian's silhouette immediately disappeared from where he stood when he drew his sword. He forcefully broke through the oppressive space of his opponent's will and escaped.
At the same time, Li Xuan suddenly felt a sense of danger. In the next moment, he saw the sword light that Ye Futian had unleashed in the distance appear in front of him in an instant, like moving clouds and flowing water, connected through the air.
This Sword Dao was known as the Spatial Sword Dao.
The sword will on Ye Futian's body towered into the sky. Li Xuan retreated quickly, but there was no way he could outrun that sword. He could only reach out with both hands and slap forward. His eyes were extremely cold. Did Ye Futian want to take him down in an instant?
With the divine implement protecting his body, his palms were also covered by the divine implement. He grabbed at Ye Futian's sword.
The sword directly touched his palms. Li Xuan wanted to stop it, but there was a flash of golden light. The sword pierced through his palms, breaking through the defensive light screen, and pierced towards his throat.
In just an instant, Li Xuan only felt a little cold in his throat. His palms suddenly stopped there, and his body froze in a strange position.
At the same time, the Saint Plane cultivator stepped forward and landed not far from him. Before, Ye Futian had turned and attacked with his sword, but he had been a step too slow. As long as Li Xuan could block the sword, it would be enough.
But clearly, Li Xuan had not been able to block the sword.
Many disciples of Dali Academy looked surprised when they saw this. In the face of the attack of a Saint Plane cultivator, he had actually left the battlefield and controlled Li Xuan's life with a single sword.
That sword could be described as breathtaking.
This swordsman who had come to Dali Academy to seek the Path was very strong.
"Let him go." The Saint Plane cultivator stepped forward, and Ye Futian did not look back. Sword will pulsed out, and the tip of the sword touched the skin of Li Xuan's throat. If he moved slightly, the sword would directly pierce into Li Xuan's throat and end his life.
Li Xuan raised his head slightly and felt the coldness on his neck. His expression was not too strong. He slowly put his hands down, and very slowly lowered his head. Those cold and proud eyes still stared at Ye Futian with an arrogant attitude.
He was indeed worthy of being called peerless in the Lower Worlds. He had defeated the swordsman of Sword Mountain and was valued by Sword Mountain. To be able to control him with a single sword was very impressive.
"My surname is Li." Li Xuan stared at Ye Futian and said, "Your sword is not bad. Take away your sword, and I will let you go."
Ye Futian's sword was still there. He looked at Li Xuan and said, "Why do you want to kill me?"
"Dali Academy will not tolerate provocation and humiliation," Li Xuan said coldly.
Ye Futian noticed that his opponent had been very calm from beginning to end, especially when he had given the order to kill him. It did not seem like it was because he had provoked Dali Academy.
Moreover, he had come to seek the Path. It was not humiliation. If Li Xuan was truly thinking about the reputation of Dali Academy, he would not have ordered a Saint to kill him after being defeated.
It was obvious that Li Xuan was lying.
However, this was the first time they had met, and there was no conflict of interest. Why did Li Xuan want to kill him?
However, looking at Li Xuan's attitude, it was impossible to ask for the reason, and it would be meaningless.
"Let him go." The Saint took a step forward, and his might was terrifying.
Sword will circled around Ye Futian's body. The sword in his hand moved forward, bit by bit, and entered Li Xuan's throat. He turned to look at the Saint and said, "If you take another step forward, I cannot guarantee that my sword will not pierce through his throat."
Blood flowed from Li Xuan's neck. Li Xuan felt the coldness on his neck, and his eyes changed slightly. They were very cold.
"If you do not take away your sword, I cannot guarantee that you will leave here alive today," Li Xuan said again.
As his voice fell, his throat became colder, and the sword pierced a little more. Li Xuan's throat wriggled, and his face was a little pale. His eyes stared at Ye Futian.
"I guarantee that you will die before me," Ye Futian said coldly. Ye Futian said coldly, "Also, I don't think the guarantee of a person who asked a Saint Plane cultivator to take action right after losing is convincing. So, you can shut up now."
Li Xuan obediently shut his mouth. The sword was already in his throat, and if it went any further, it would take his life. He had no choice but to shut up.
It was suddenly quiet outside Dali Academy. There was a deathly silence. One figure after another came through the air. It was the elders of Dali Academy who had heard the news.
When they saw the scene before them, their expressions changed slightly. Li Xuan cultivated in Dali Academy. Although he was not an extraordinary figure, his surname was Li.
If he died here, it would undoubtedly be troublesome.
But the swordsman's sword did not move. He just stood there as if they had come to an impasse.
Ye Futian could not guarantee what would happen if he let Li Xuan go. So, before he could ensure his own safety, his sword would not leave Li Xuan's throat.
"Li Xuan was in the wrong in this matter, but how about letting him go first?" a Saint from Dali Academy said to Ye Futian.
"I am the Seventh Swordsman. I heard that Dali Academy is the number one holy land of cultivation in Dali, so I came to seek the Path. But after I defeated this person, he ordered a Saint to kill me. I had no choice. I beg of you, senior. If I let him go, would you use the name of Dali Academy to ensure my safety?" Ye Futian asked.
The Saint was silent when he heard Ye Futian's words. Li Xuan's identity was special. He was the descendant of the Prince Regent. If Li Xuan wanted to retaliate against Ye Futian, he did not have the ability to ensure Ye Futian's safety. Naturally, he would not dare to use the name of Dali Academy to ensure his safety.
So, he could only remain silent.
"When a man is angry, blood will spill five steps away, let alone a swordsman. If you cannot ensure my safety, then before I die, I will make him accompany me in death," Ye Futian continued. He continued to wait.
Li Xuan's face finally darkened. Did the Seventh Swordsman mean that if no one could absolutely ensure his safety, then he would kill him first?
Many cultivators of Dali Academy secretly praised him. What a good swordsman. When a man was angry, blood would spill five steps away.
Li Xuan's actions before had indeed been a bit excessive. If this swordsman had been a little weaker, then he would have been dead.
However, to ensure his safety, only the highest figures of Dali Academy, or the great figures of the Prince Regent's Residence, would be able to do so.
"Are you the Seventh Swordsman who came from Emperor Li's Palace in the Lower Worlds with Lu Chuan and the others to the Upper Worlds?" an elder of Dali Academy asked.
"Yes," Ye Futian replied. Suddenly, many people of Dali Academy looked even more strange.
The person Li Xuan wanted to kill was the number one cultivator of the Lower Worlds that Lu Chuan and the others had chosen.
It was said that Sword Mountain wanted to take him as a disciple.
Someone returned to Dali Academy to make a report. This matter was a bit troublesome.
Outside Dali Academy, it was still very quiet. The two of them stood in the middle, motionless.
At this time, a group of people came.
"Brother Yan has come." At this time, there was a burst of noise.
"Greetings, Brother Yan." Many disciples of Dali Academy bowed to the people who had come, their eyes showing respect.
The people who had come to watch from afar also looked at them with admiration.
The eldest disciple of the Imperial Advisor, Yan Yuan.
Now, Yan Yuan was basically in charge of the affairs of Dali Academy.
The Imperial Advisor was the dean of Dali Academy, and all the cultivators of Dali Academy could call Yan Yuan Big Brother.
Yan Yuan already knew what had happened. He walked in front of the two of them and looked at Li Xuan and Ye Futian. He then asked Li Xuan, "Li Xuan, you were the one who attacked first. How do you plan to resolve this?"
"Brother Yan, as long as he takes his sword away, I won't kill him," said Li Xuan.
Yan Yuan looked at Ye Futian, only to hear Ye Futian say, "I don't believe him."
"If he doesn't believe you, how can you guarantee that?" Yan Yuan asked Li Xuan.
"If he doesn't believe me, what can I do?" Li Xuan's face was ugly.
"If there is no way, then it is a dead end. So, Seventh Swordsman, you make your move," said Yan Yuan. As his voice fell, everyone's eyes were frozen.
He had asked Seventh Swordsman to make his move.
Li Xuan's face was pale.
Did he want the two of them to die together?
What right did Seventh Swordsman have to use his life for?
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