The Unrivaled Divine Emperor

"Go on."

Chen Fan took out the Nightless Sword, picked a sword flower, and pointed it directly at Qin Jian.

"Huh, fortunately, he has a spare sword."

"Hey, this sword looks familiar to me, as if I've seen it somewhere."

"It's the Nightless Sword, the only third-level magic weapon in our Yuemai treasury, the Nightless Sword."

"I heard that Nangong Wan'er invited Wang Dongfan with a third-level ordinary magic weapon, so worth it!"

"..."

When the people of Yuemai saw the Nightless Sword in Chen Fan's hand, they breathed a sigh of relief and smiled on their faces.

Who would have thought that their Yuemai used a third-level ordinary magic weapon to invite such a powerful figure as Wang Dongfan to help them win the position of elder from Xingmai in this "All Veins Martial Arts Competition".

Just based on this point, let alone a third-level ordinary magic weapon, even a third-level boutique or even a fourth-level magic weapon is completely worth it.

An elder seat is too important for the current Yuemai. If Yuemai has more say in the family, their future life will be much better.

Of course, Chen Fan not only won them an elder seat, but more importantly, he pulled their Yuemai out of the abyss.

"Haha, that's good, otherwise it would be meaningless to defeat you without a sword."

Qin Jian was stunned for a moment, and then a sneer appeared on his face. The sword intent on his body bloomed again, cold and sharp.

"Kill!"

Qin Jian shot out at once, and the sword intent on his body spread in all directions. As the sword was waved, the sword energy rotated and turned into a series of sword energy vortexes, forming a sword energy tornado.

Qin Jian was called the Little Sword God, and it was not a false name. His sword skills were basically unmatched among the younger generation in the imperial city.

Chen Fan's face was calm as he used the "Nine Swords of Wind Demon". Sword lights flashed around him, and sword auras whistled and whistled, cutting in all directions, with a violent collision sound.

Boom boom boom!

The two people's swordsmanship collided violently, and sword-like gusts of wind continued to shoot out, causing chaotic sword marks on the defense stage. The people around felt that the air became sharper like a knife, and some people's clothes were torn apart.

"Childish swordsmanship, take this move, Han Ye!"

After a long time of attack, Qin Jian's eyes suddenly became sharp, his swordsmanship changed, and the whole Aoxue Sword suddenly stopped. The vortex of sword energy changed continuously, causing airflow and distorting the light. The sword energy was overwhelming, and the entire defense stage was dark. Qin Jian disappeared in the darkness in an instant.

You can't see your hand in front of you!

Qin Jian's sword technique, 'Cold Night', simply seized the creation of heaven and earth, distorted light, and made people's senses all deaf and blind, and even the sixth sense seemed to have lost its function.

This was not a sword technique created by Qin Jian himself, but a terrible sword technique inherited from the ancient sword cultivator in the northern ice field.

In ancient times, there was a very powerful sword cultivator named Wuming Sword God. He spent thirty years in the northern ice field to comprehend the sword and created an invincible sword technique - Wuming Sword Technique.

When Qin Jian was thirteen years old and was training outside, he went to the northern ice field. By chance, he got the sword technique inheritance of Wuming Sword God at the place where Wuming Sword God sat and passed away, and thus soared to the sky and achieved today's achievements.

Chen Fan felt the danger in an instant. Although this danger was very weak for him, it was enough to surprise him.

After all, he is now a seventh-level cultivator in the Yuanfu Realm. During the ten days when the Nangong family held the 'All Veins Martial Arts Competition', he swallowed a lot of Fountain of Life, which made his cultivation further.

Although he has suppressed his cultivation to the fourth level of Yuanfu Realm, even people at the fifth level of Yuanfu Realm cannot pose any danger to him.

But at this moment, Qin Jian displayed the "Cold Night", which made him feel a little dangerous. It was not because of Qin Jian's strength and cultivation, but because of the swordsmanship he displayed.

Chen Fan's heart moved. With the ancient swordsmanship inheritance obtained by Qin Jian, it was no wonder that he could win thirteen games in a row and ranked thirty-sixth on the Wu City Land List.

Qin Jian definitely has the strength to kill people at the fifth level of Yuanfu Realm.

At the moment when his senses were deprived, a cold light broke through the air, like a light piercing the night.

Chen Fan moved his arm, and the Nightless Sword stabbed towards this light.

"Flying Star!"

But immediately, Qin Jian's cold voice rang again, adding to the power of this sword.

Dang!

Chen Fan was calm and collected, and did things without leaking a single thing. He saw the Aoxue Sword in the dark night. The Aoxue Sword was elusive, and the sword turned, and the moment it came into contact with the Wuye Sword, it disappeared again.

The whole world returned to Qingming again.

Chen Fan stood quietly on the ground, his clothes were torn, and there was a blood mark on his shoulder, which was cut by the Aoxue Sword. Just now, he made a mistake in swordsmanship and could not resist Qin Jian's swordsmanship that shocked the world and made ghosts cry.

Of course, he did this on purpose to avoid exposing himself.

Qin Jian also stood not far away, looking at the blood mark on his sword, frowned slightly, raised his head and said: "You are the first young generation who only suffered a little skin injury when I performed the nameless swordsmanship."

Qin Jian himself did not expect that he performed two moves of the ancient swordsmanship "nameless", but only tore Chen Fan's clothes and pricked Chen Fan's skin.

You know, he once used this sword technique to kill a bandit at the fifth level of Yuanfu Realm.

In the Imperial City, even among the sword cultivators, no one could catch him when he performed this sword technique.

"No way, Qin Jian used the peerless swordsmanship inherited from the ancient unknown sword god, but he failed to kill Wang Dongfan!"

"Oh my god, is this Wang Dongfan so powerful that he can't even take down Qin Jian?"

People around him were in constant astonishment.

"Awesome, what kind of swordsmanship is this? You definitely didn't create it. Although your swordsmanship is good, it is impossible to create such swordsmanship. The names of the swordsmanship are short; the swordsmanship has an obvious ancient sword style." Chen Fan said calmly.

"I have to say, you are very discerning."

Qin Jian's eyes flashed and he said: "This set of swordsmanship is a peerless swordsmanship created by the ancient unknown sword god who spent thirty years studying swordsmanship in the northern ice field. There are seven styles in total, including Cold Night, Flying Star, Sui Feng, and Waning Moon. Jingyun, helpless, and Wutian. What I just used was Hanye and Feixing. You were able to take on these two moves with only a little skin injury. I have to say that your strength is not weak. You are young. In this generation, in the same realm, he is probably second only to me.”

Qin Jian's tone was filled with pride, as if it was a great honor for Chen Fan to be recognized by him.

"However, although you only suffered a little superficial injury, the sword energy entered your body. Do you feel uncomfortable now? To tell you the truth, with my swordsmanship, once the sword energy enters the body, it cannot be dispelled unless I personally rescue you. Otherwise, you can only wait for death. Within three moments, your Dantian will conflict with the sword energy and cause an explosion. Now kneel down, kowtow and admit defeat, and you can still survive. Otherwise, when the three moments are up, even Daluo Jinxian will not be able to save you. you!"

Qin Jian's cold and stern voice sounded in the space, giving those who heard it a chill in their hearts.

What great swordsmanship!