All the cultivators had occupied the positions in front of the Divine Tree of Comprehension and were not prepared to give up. If anyone wanted to go up, they would be crushed by the cultivators.
Everyone had also seen what had just happened. The people above had all joined forces to attack.
Now, Ye Futian said that he would take the position of whoever made a move.
This was no longer just targeting a single person, but rather, anyone who made a move could very well be all of the people above. How arrogant was this attitude of his?
In front of the Divine Tree, everyone's eyes were cold and piercing straight at Ye Futian. Whether it was the top figures or the disciples of the Divine Palace, they had never seen such an arrogant and presumptuous person. Even in the Divine Palace, no direct disciple dared to be so arrogant.
Ye Futian stepped up, and he was really alone. The wind howled, and the will of the great path flowed, blowing on his body, causing his white robe to flutter. Looking at the silhouette with his back to the crowd, everyone felt a sense of pride and solitude.
One person stepped onto the Divine Tree.
Bai Xiu's eyes were frightening, and a mysterious airflow surged, wrapping the space between heaven and earth. At this moment, even the people watching the battle below felt a pressure on their spiritual souls. Above everyone's heads, a ghostly face appeared faintly. This face blended with the sky and became one. A pair of terrible eyes looked down, and many people felt their spiritual souls tremble.
Lord Underworld did not have many direct disciples, but each of them was very frightening. This kind of spiritual soul attack was extremely dangerous, and it could directly target the spiritual soul power of a cultivator. It was very frightening.
Bai Xiu naturally felt that Ye Futian was also good at spiritual soul power, because his dark face was particularly dignified. The Eyes of the Underworld locked onto his opponent's spiritual soul and rushed into Ye Futian's eyes, but found that it was useless. Ye Futian's eyes were equally frightening, and the omnipresent sword will of the Great Path on him could directly destroy the power he released.
He stretched out his palm toward the sky below. In an instant, a giant handprint seemed to appear in the void space, directly attacking Ye Futian's spiritual soul.
"The Hand of the Underworld."
Many ordinary disciples of the Divine Palace trembled when they saw this scene. Bai Xiu's strength lay in the fact that some people with higher cultivation than him would often be defeated at his hands because they could not resist the power of the spiritual soul attack.
He wondered if Ye Futian could contend with Bai Xiu, the disciple of Lord Underworld.
The others did not make a move. They just looked at Bai Xiu. They wanted to see how much confidence this arrogant swordsman of Taixuan Mountain, who wanted to target everyone, had.
Ye Futian's senses were extremely powerful, so he naturally sensed an incomparably huge hand of the underworld grabbing at him silently. It was not grabbing at his physical body, but at his spiritual soul. This kind of attack was similar to the Celestial Soul Attraction.
However, after Ye Futian cultivated the Celestial Soul Attraction and merged it with the Great Path, he believed that he could be stronger than his opponent's power of the underworld.
"Bang." His meridians seemed to have turned into sword veins, and his World Tree Life Spirit took the shape of a sword. The Sword Spirit hummed in his Life Palace as if it wanted to rush out.
Above Ye Futian's body, countless currents of swordsmanship flowed, and as he stepped forward, he went up against the trend.
The whistling sword made heaven and earth feel suffocating, and invisible pressure descended. The giant hand of the underworld blasted down, but it was penetrated by the countless currents of swordsmanship. In an instant, the giant hand of the underworld continued to collapse and shatter, turning into nothingness under the sword will.
"Buzz."
Ye Futian took a step forward, and his eyes were like sharp swords, shooting into Bai Xiu's eyes. He said, "Since you have made a move, then let me have your place."
As his voice fell, he pointed his finger toward the sky, and a sword split the sky, piercing through the void, toward Bai Xiu.
This sword, Soul Severing.
Bai Xiu's expression changed. He was good at spiritual soul attacks, so he was slightly inferior in other aspects, but his spiritual soul attacks did not seem to be able to restrain Ye Futian. Moreover, the power of his opponent's counterattack was the same as his, containing the power of spiritual soul attacks.
"Pfft!"
The sword pierced through the void, and Bai Xiu's body seemed to be pierced, but there was no blood. His figure gradually turned into an afterimage and disappeared, and Bai Xiu's figure appeared next to him, faintly illusory.
"The Eye of the Underworld."
Bai Xiu's eyes suddenly turned dark and blood-red. In an instant, the sky changed color, as if a god of the underworld had appeared. Ye Futian's whole body seemed to have fallen into it, and he went to another space. All he could see was a pair of blood-red eyes, the Eye of the Underworld.
"Refine."
Bai Xiu's eyes ignited with the Fire of the Underworld, and in an instant, the Flames of the Way burned his spiritual soul. The space where Ye Futian was was wrapped in the Fire of the Underworld, trying to refine his spiritual soul.
"This …"
The hearts of the people below trembled. Ye Futian was in danger. Although Bai Xiu was young, they did not expect that he had cultivated the magic of Lord Taixuan to such a terrible level. The Eye of the Underworld, the Fire of the Underworld.
Shrouded by this power, Ye Futian had a very uncomfortable feeling. His eyes were cold, and he stretched out his hands. Suddenly, countless swords appeared around his body. He closed his eyes, and the sword will grew stronger and stronger. The roaring storm of sword qi drowned the space.
Finally, he opened his eyes and looked up at the sky. It was a pair of sword-like eyes that directly pierced through the void.
He pointed his palm toward the void, and tens of thousands of swords came out at the same time. The Great Path flowed in reverse, and the stars moved. In an instant, the swordsmanship broke through the shroud of the Eye of the Underworld and swept up into the sky. Not only that, but the swords in the sky resonated with the Great Path. Everything was shattered into nothingness, and they rushed toward Bai Xiu above the sky.
"Fleeting Divine Sword."
Wan Shouyi and Luoyue's hearts trembled when they saw this scene. Ye Futian had already mastered a wisp of the third move of the Fleeting Divine Sword, Fleeting Time. The song just now not only allowed him to comprehend swordsmanship, but also allowed Ye Futian to comprehend the Fleeting Divine Sword.
This strike already had the meaning of Fleeting Time. Although he had not forged the Divine Wheel of the Great Path and could not erupt with the true power of Fleeting Time, even so, the destructive scene of the storm of swordsmanship annihilating the void was still frightening.
Many people were faintly worried for Bai Xiu. As the sword slashed out, Bai Xiu was wrapped in the storm of swordsmanship. There was an extremely brilliant divine light shining and blooming there. With a puff, Bai Xiu let out a muffled groan. His face was pale, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
His body was also sent flying from the sky above the Divine Tree of Comprehension into the distance. His breath was weak, and even wisps of dark currents appeared on his face.
Only Bai Xiu himself knew how strong the power of this sword was. It was not only the pure Fleeting Divine Sword, but it also contained sword will that could destroy the spiritual soul.
"Even the personal disciple has been defeated."
The people below were extremely shocked when they saw the two of them fighting in the air. This Shen Jing was really strong.
He was the strongest person in Taixuan Mountain.
It seemed that this time, Taixuan Mountain was also going to produce a top figure.
Lu Qingyao was not surprised to see this scene. She had been badly defeated by Ye Futian, so Bai Xiu's defeat did not surprise her too much. However, the power of Ye Futian's spiritual soul was also so strong. That fruit of the Way of Life had probably made his spiritual soul even stronger.
"I want his position," Ye Futian said. Ye Futian said as he continued to walk upwards. He had the arrogance of a sword that no one could compete with him.
"I would also like to experience your sword," Li Xun said. He had been defeated twice by Wan Shouyi. Although it was with the amplification of the sound of the guqin, he had already felt a sense of frustration and questioned his swordsmanship, so he wanted to try his sword again.
The Divine Sword of Doomsday was born. Li Xun stepped out from his position and thrust out an amazing sword. From the sky, everything in its path was destroyed.
"I will fulfill your wish."
Ye Futian stepped up and stabbed out with his sword as well. The two swords collided, and countless currents of swordsmanship swept towards each other. There was no end to it. An extremely sharp and ear-piercing sound was heard in that space, making everyone's scalps go numb. Many people below felt a sense of suffocation. If they were to be between the swords, they would probably be torn to pieces.
The sword momentum in Ye Futian's body was majestic, flowing endlessly. The two seemed to be in a stalemate, but Ye Futian's momentum was getting stronger and stronger, and Li Xun was getting weaker and weaker.
A muffled sound came out, and the sword broke. Li Xun's body seemed to be penetrated by the sword will, and he flew backward.
"Two positions," Ye Futian said. He continued to move forward. His movements were not fast, and they even looked a little slow. Step by step, he walked up into the sky. His proud and aloof figure seemed to dare to fight against the geniuses of the Higher Heavens Realm.
"So strong," the people below thought. Before, all the cultivators wanted to force their way in but could not, and they were all blasted down.
Now, Ye Futian was the only one who walked up alone.
Jun Mu looked at his back with some jealousy. Among the cultivators of Taixuan Mountain, who would still know of him? This Shen Jing seemed to have become the symbol of Taixuan Mountain. Even without Shen Jing, there was still Wan Shouyi. Jun Mu was nothing.
Moreover, everything that had happened before would probably leave a stain on his reputation.
The other cultivators of Taixuan Mountain also felt a little surreal. The disciples of Taixuan Mountain could not withstand a single blow. Now, a guqin master was going up alone, looking down on the disciples of the Divine Palace and the top geniuses of the Higher Heavens Realm.
No matter who it was, they had to step aside.
This was what it meant to be a peerless hero.
"Lord Taixuan made a breakthrough, and the name of Lord Taixuan shook the Higher Heavens Realm. Only such a hero can match the reputation of Taixuan Mountain today," Wan Shouyi said in a low voice. The battle of Taixuan Mountain that day, as well as today's battle, had left a deep impression on him.
The disciples of Taixuan Mountain were too weak, and they could not match the name of Lord Taixuan. Only a few personal disciples of the Hierophant could do so, and there was no one in the third generation.
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