The Emperor of the Immortal Realm

But at this moment, several pairs of eyes suddenly condensed.

King Muye, Qinglong, Jiu Jiansheng, and even Yan Wudi who was born with a sword bone.

Everyone looked at Yan Chuan together, because the sword just now was too precise, to an incredible level.

When Yan Wudi fought, the swords collided only at the blade, but Yan Chuan was at the point of the sword.

The subtle to the extreme, Yan Chuan stabs him?

"Coincidence? It must be a coincidence!" Jiu Jiansheng whispered to himself.

Yan Wudi's expression became more complicated, but Muye King's eyes became more solemn.

After hitting the sword for a moment, Feijian shot back again and shot at Yan Chuan again.

But at this moment, Yan Chuan turned around violently.

Turn around very fiercely and quickly!

The purple sword in his hand also slammed a circle, and when the speed reached the extreme, it just turned back in a circle.

When the Ziqing Sword faced Liu Gang, Yan Chuan suddenly let go, and even gave Ziqing Sword a boost.

"Go!" Yan Chuan shouted.

The Ziqing Sword flew out, at an extremely fierce speed, like a flying sword, and shot Liu Gang directly not far away.

"call out!"

Ziqing sword and Feijian almost rubbed against each other, Ziqing sword shot at Liu Gang, Feijian shot at Yan Chuan.

Seeing this scene, almost everyone is petrified.

"What are you doing? How did Yan Chuan throw the sword?"

"He's crazy, isn't Ziqing Sword a Flying Sword?"

"Does he think of darts?"

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Not only the people around, but Yan Wudi and King Muye were also a little confused by this scene.

Between the lightning, Feijian arrived in front of Yan Chuan instantly, and he was about to be assassinated by Feijian.

Yan Chuan made a mistake, and on one side of his body, he dodged Feijian dangerously and dangerously.

Feijian brushed past the tip of Yan Chuan's nose, dangerous and dangerous.

Just when everyone thought that Feijian had returned without success and looked at the purple sword on the other side.

Yan Chuan moved again. I don't know when, his right arm was already stretched out, and with a probing hand, he grabbed the hilt of Feijian when everyone's eyes flashed.

Grab the hilt of the flying sword?

Lost the purple sword, caught the flying sword?

Yan Wudi looked at this weird style of play in astonishment.

But everything is not over yet. Yan Chuan turned around again, grabbed the flying sword and swung it in a big circle, with a huge momentum, when Yan Chuan was standing upright, he slammed, and the flying sword was thrown out. The shooting direction was straight. It's Liu Gang.

Ziqing sword and flying sword simultaneously shot at Liu Gang.

Two gorgeous turns, two volley of swords shot Liu Gang.

The shocking changes made everyone watching around hold their breath, and their eyes burst into dazzling brilliance.

"Shoo!" "Shoo!"

Ziqingjian came to Liu Gang first. The horrifying point of the sword appeared in front of him, how could Liu Gang still have the mind to control the flying sword? And at this moment, Feijian seemed to be blocked by Juli, and he couldn't control it.

"what!"

The horrified Liu Gang retreated to the rear.

But no matter how fast, where is the double sword faster?

"Huh!" "Huh!"

The two swords were full of murderous intent, and Liu Gang was about to penetrate through in an instant.

"Master!" Liu Gang exclaimed in horror.

"Bang!" "Bang!"

King Muye suddenly stood in front of Liu Gang, holding a sword in each hand. The fingertips were fixed, and the swords trembled violently.

"Hi!" King Muye looked at the double swords in his hands in surprise.

When Liu Gang was born, he was sweating profusely, panting for breath, and he was flustered.

All the people around me are feeling this stimulating scene. One by one, there is a surging heart.

"Good!" Mo Yuxi called out first.

Mo Yuxi looked at Yan Chuan again, his eyes flashed with excitement, as if the two Jinghong swords had been issued by himself.

"Good, good, good sword!" Jiu Jiansheng said soberly.

"It's really amazing. Unexpectedly, swordsmanship can still be used like this!"

"This is the first time I have seen a sword used like this. It's amazing!"

"Throwing swords, grabbing swords, throwing swords! Wonderful, unexpected!"

"Yan Chuan? Son of Yan Tao? The tiger father has no dogs, as expected!"

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With the cheers all around, Yan Chuan's hand was indeed amazing.

Yan Wudi looked at'Uncle Wang' complicatedly. Although he was called a genius of swordsmanship, he couldn't defeat Liu Gang in one round. Could it be that Uncle Wang's swordsmanship was better?

"No, I will definitely surpass you, and I will definitely become the strongest sword repairman in the world!" Yan Wudi swears in his heart, clenching his fist.

Cheers all around. The faces of King Makino and Liu Gang on the opposite side were extremely ugly.

King Makino made a move and declared that Liu Gang was completely defeated!

The forty-two city of Dazheng Kingdom changed hands completely because of this short moment.

"Master, Master, I didn't expect Yan Chuan would abandon the sword, let alone take my flying sword, disciple, disciple...!" Liu Gang explained hurriedly.

What's the use of explanation? To lose is to lose.

Unexpectedly, Yan Chuan would throw the purple sword, without the slightest defense, he was doomed to defeat.

King Muye held two swords in his hands and looked at Yan Chuan with a gloomy expression.

Yan Chuan's amazing hand seemed to hit his face fiercely, making himself no parry.

"Yan Chuan!" Wang Muye said coldly.

"Thank you Muye King's Forty-Two City! Yan Chuan thanked you!" Yan Chuan smiled.

At this moment, Yan Chuan's laughter was still harsh.

"Hahahaha, a good son born to Yan Tao!" King Muye's voice was extremely cold.

As he spoke, King Muye suddenly released a black light in his hands, as if he was about to destroy the Ziqing sword and vent his hatred.

"Stop!" Yan Wudi exclaimed anxiously.

"Who dares to destroy my sword!" An angry shout suddenly came from the Void Quartet.

"Om!" "Om!" "Om!"……………………

With this angry shout, a powerful sword intent radiated out. Nearly a hundred onlookers around, as long as there was a sword, the sword trembling suddenly. It seemed to be welcoming the king of swords.

Even if the purple sword and the flying sword'streaming light' were caught in the hands of King Muye, they trembled at this moment.

Jiu Jiansheng was the first to feel that he quickly suppressed his saber, and this made his saber not follow the sound of the sword.

"call!"

The Purple Sword was released from King Makino and shot towards the center of the field instantly.

In the middle of the field, there was suddenly one more person, a black linen-robed man with white sideburns, isolated in the middle of the field, where he stood, a forceful sword intent shot out.

"Pop!" The man grabbed the purple sword.

"Master!" Yan Wudi said in surprise.

"Dugu Sword King?" Qinglong raised his brow.

The black-robed man in the center, holding the purple sword, had cold eyes, staring at King Muye, as if he could eject two sharp swords from his eyes, extremely sharp.

The powerful momentum, like a sharp sword, is directed at people's hearts.

Many people who watch the power around, under this momentum, have retreated one after another.

"It's you, Dugu Sword King?" King Muye said with an ugly face.

"How can my apprentice's sword be in your hands?" Dugu Sword King said coldly.

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