Emperor Yutianwu

The duel between Chu Yan and Yang Chen immediately caused a sensation. There are two top geniuses in this year's sword exchange. One is the successor of the Sword Master, and the other one has swept away the lineage of the Juesheng Sword Sect today.

Everyone is looking forward to who will win in today's battle.

Zhang Jiayu showed a confident smile in the audience: "Yang Chen will definitely win this battle. I'm afraid he can kill him in less than ten moves."

"It seems that you are very confident in Yang Chen." The person next to him smiled.

"Of course, Yang Chen was a top sword cultivator in the past, and now he has been inherited by the Sword Master. He should be very powerful. Even though he, Chu Yan, is quite capable, it is undoubtedly a fool's dream to beat Yang Chen." Zhang Jiayu said firmly. .

Everyone looked towards the sword platform. Many elders from the Yujian Villa in the distance sneered: "You are bringing shame on yourself."

Yang Chen jumped onto the fighting stage, still showing his grace and grace. He didn't even draw his sword. He looked at Chu Yan with a contemptuous smile and said, "You draw your sword first, otherwise if I sacrifice my life soul, I'm afraid you'll do it too." The chances are gone.”

"You really think highly of yourself." Chu Yan said calmly, and then he stopped talking and took a step forward. The Seven Kills Sword Technique swept across the void, turned into seven suspended swords, and slashed at Yang Chen.

Yang Chen stood on the spot, with terrifying sword violence rising from his body, like a beast, engulfing Chu Yan.

"My sword is a top-notch sword. It can cut off time and space. How can I defeat you?" Yang Chen's sword waves were superimposed layer by layer, and the blood in his body turned into countless powers, as if the battle platform was cut off. Countless The sword intent transformed into a dragon, circling.

"Sword dragon roar!" Yang Chen flicked his arm, and the sword light filled the sky, swallowing Chu Yan like a giant dragon.

Everyone's eyes froze, and they were all shocked by Yang Chen's terror.

"So strong!"

"This move is the top move of Yujian Villa. Yujian Villa has the name of Yujian, which means it is superior to the sword. The sword they cultivate can sign a contract with the sword, control its sword, and be regarded as the sword king. " Another person said, Chu Yan's seven swords were all trembling.

"Can your sword still move now?" Yang Chen said proudly. He turned into a huge shadow, as if he could command the swords of the world with just one word.

"Now that your sword is under my control, it is not under your control. How can you fight me without a sword?"

"Do you really think you can control my sword?" Chu Yan said proudly, and then he took a step forward, buzzing! The world trembled wildly, and those swords roared wildly, and then roared like fierce tigers, cutting off all the restrictions.

Yang Chen's face froze. He had just finished saying that he had sealed all Chu Yan's swords. Now Chu Yan broke free, which was a bit of a slap in the face.

"My sword can cut the sky. With your strength, is it worthy of control?" Chu Yan shook his head funnyly and took another step. Then the sword intention came out and the world came to life. On the sword platform, it turned into an independent land. The world, this world is like a mirror image, but there are countless sword forests in it.

After becoming emperor, Chu Yan has been experimenting with the fusion of bloodline and life soul. Now that his bloodline has broken through to the third level, he has stronger control over this power.

Now, he has created a world of swords, and in this world, he is the king.

"Illusion?" Yang Chen was shocked, his expression solemn: "But the false world is nothing to be afraid of."

"Illusion? Ignorance!" Chu Yan scolded. The old man in the mirror image once said that in the mirror, you can kill people. Who dares to say that the mirror is an illusion?

"Kill!" Chu Yan slashed out, causing the world to tremble. In just a moment, the sovereignty changed, and Chu Yan took the absolute initiative. Thousands of sword intentions, like a flood of beasts, endlessly blasted towards Yang Chen.

Everyone was shocked, and Zhang Jiayu frowned in the audience. Obviously no one expected that Chu Yan was so strong.

At this time, Chu Yan was stronger than when he killed Xia Fan and Luo Tian, ​​and his sword intent was stronger. The sword platform was his world.

"Bang!" At this moment, Yang Chen spurted out a mouthful of blood, and then his eyes turned cold and turned into ruthless killing. Then he actually broke the sword in his hand. The moment the sword was broken, the sword city screamed, as if all the swords were broken. In general fear, they surrendered one after another.

"How dare you offend me with a mere sword?" Yang Chen roared angrily, and then he made a scabbard and sealed countless swords. Chu Yan's sword world suddenly sank, as if it was sinking into an abyss.

Zhang Jiayu showed a smile: "It's just the light of a grain of rice, how can it compete with the bright moon? In this battle, Chu Yan lost."

Many people in the audience sighed: "Is this Yang Chen's full strength?"

"The world of swords can be destroyed."

Yang Chen became even more proud, his eyes full of teasing. Even though he was shocked by Chu Yan's power, he still didn't believe that Chu Yan could win.

The ending will not change. From now on, the successor of Sword Lord will really be him, and he will take away everything Chu Yan has.

"I have to admit that you are quite powerful, but after all, your sword is too weak to surpass me. Then it will be over." Yang Chen said firmly, strolling towards Chu Yan step by step.

"Do you know where you are?" Chu Yan narrowed his eyes and suddenly asked, making everyone stunned. Where are you?

Of course it was Qingfeng City, on the sword platform, was Chu Yan stupid?

"You are in my world." Chu Yan's lips moved slightly, and then he showed a look of ridicule. The entire sword platform changed, and Chu Yan seemed to disappear, and he merged into this world.

"And here, I am the king." Chu Yan spat out, and suddenly, the vast world appeared, and a giant sword thousands of feet high fell from the sky. The sword was not immune to the air and slashed at Yang Chen mercilessly.

"Defeat!" Chu Yan raised his hand and swung his sword, blasting out. The huge sword platform collapsed and broke into pieces. Yang Chen's face was pale, and his skin was cut one by one. He looked very embarrassed.

Finally, Yang Chen spurted out a mouthful of blood and was blasted out of the sword platform.

At this moment, everything outside the sword platform was quiet.

Everyone looked very excited. The descendant of the Sword Lord was defeated, and was defeated in a very embarrassing way. He was blasted out of the sword platform by Chu Yan.

"The descendant of the Sword Lord?" Chu Yan did not pursue the victory. He also understood that he could defeat Yang Chen on the sword platform, but if he wanted to kill him, Yujian Villa, including Fengqing Sword Lord, would not stand idly by.

After all, in their eyes, Yang Chen was the real descendant of the Sword Lord. Even if they were defeated, they would never watch Yang Chen fall.

"You claim to be the descendant of the Sword Lord, with unparalleled talent, but today you lost. Then I ask you, if you are the descendant of the Sword Lord, what am I?" Chu Yan said sarcastically, without any mercy in his eyes. His words also made countless people fall into deep thought.

Yes, Yang Chen is the descendant of the Sword Lord, a top swordsman, but today, he lost to Chu Yan.

This battle can be said to be full of drama. Everyone thinks that Chu Yan will lose, without any suspense. Yang Chen is the descendant of the Sword Lord, with peerless elegance, and is the second Feng Qing Sword Lord.

"I am just a human emperor swordsman, two levels weaker than you, but I still defeated you. Your battle with Lu Meng in the past was really thought-provoking." Chu Yan said again.

"As you are, are you also worthy of holding a sword?" Chu Yan was full of humiliation, without the slightest face, but Yang Chen's face was livid and speechless, just because he lost.

"Enough!" However, at this time, an elder of Yujian Villa finally couldn't stand it anymore and scolded: "The victory and defeat have been decided. Even if you win, why bother to humiliate me with words?"

Chu Yan looked up at the elder of Yujian Villa: "If one day, I also let someone kidnap your family, will you give up easily?"

The elder snorted coldly: "Yang Chen has said that this matter has nothing to do with him. It's all your own guess. If you are so arrogant, don't blame me for being ruthless in Yujian Villa."

Chu Yan shook his head and turned away. He also knew that he had no chance to kill Yang Chen today.

However, today's battle made everyone understand a truth, even if it was the inheritance of the Sword Lord, it would lose.

Is Yang Chen really the first in this year's exchange meeting?

Zhang Jiayu looked strange. She looked at Yang Chen and then at Chu Yan. She didn't know what she was feeling. She had always believed that Yang Chen was the son of destiny and the descendant of the Sword Lord, and it was impossible for him to lose, but he really lost.

"Yang Chen, it's not shameful to lose once. Tomorrow, Tianbei will accept you as a disciple. You have to work hard." Fengqing Sword Master said lightly.

"Don't worry, senior. Yang Chen is not a self-deprecating person. Tomorrow, I will work hard to win glory for Qingfeng City." Yang Chen got up, took a deep breath, and then returned to normal, as if nothing had happened. However, he looked at Chu Yan with a stronger murderous intent.

Chu Yan's words just now may not be understood by others, but he did. He, Yang Chen, is not the descendant of the Sword Master, but Chu Yan is.

"This Yang Chen has a good mind. He is not discouraged by defeat. His future achievements will not be too low."

"Of course, unlike someone, who is extremely arrogant after winning, as if he is unparalleled in the world. It's ridiculous, but how could the Sword Master misjudge him? Now he is defeated, but there is still a long way to go. In the near future, I am afraid that I will be left behind by Yang Chen." Zhang Jiayu said coldly, Chu Yan's footsteps paused slightly, shook his head, and then left.

——

The swordplay exchange ended here, but the storm did not dissipate.

It was because seven of the sixteen veins of the Heavenly Monument came to recruit disciples and descended on Qingfeng City in Demon State.

The seven veins were Jian Wuya, Wangxian Tower, the Three Great Dynasties, and the Poison Sect.

This incident caused a great sensation, and some of the geniuses in Lincheng came here.

The next day, seven flags were erected on the sword stage. Disciples from all parties gathered here early in the morning. One of them couldn't help but excitedly said: "Seven of the sixteen veins are here. The sword flag represents Jian Wuya."

"The Poison Scorpion is the Poison Sect."

"The three great dynasties are here too, all of them are super powerful."

"The flag with the beauty wrapped around it belongs to Wangxian Tower. Rumor has it that Wangxian Tower only accepts women. Disciples of Zixia Sword Lord can try to get it."

Chu Yan was in the restaurant that day with Wang Feng: "Wang Feng, how is your injury?"

"Much better." Wang Feng smiled, his eyes shining, and said: "Brother, yesterday's battle was too exciting. The descendant of the Sword Lord was just so-so. I said long ago that my brother could hold the invincible sword of the Human Emperor."

Chu Yan smiled and nodded. Today, the seven veins of Tianbei came, and everyone had to go to the sword stage for pilgrimage, even him, no exception.