The Emperor of the Immortal Realm Chapter 34: Yan Chuan’s swordsmanship

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"I'm Yan Chuan, three provinces in southern Xinjiang, forty-two cities! Do you dare to bet?" Yan Chuan said with a solemn expression.

"Three or three provinces? Forty-two cities?" Liu Gang took a sharp breath.

This is equivalent to one-fifth of Yan's territory, and the entire southern Xinjiang is used as a bet?

Not only Liu Gang, but the prince Yan Wudi behind him also changed his face. You must know that in the original six cities, Yan Wudi took big risks. How can Yan Chuan?

"Why? Don't you dare?" Yan Chuan smiled.

"Joke, it's not that I didn't dare, but can you tell it?" Liu Gang scolded.

"In the country of Yan, my words are the words of Emperor Yan, can you tell me if I can get them?" Yan Chuan said solemnly.

"You, you, you!" Liu Gang was speechless for a while.

"Forty-two cities, just ask your master, if he dares!" Yan Chuan jokingly said.

"Teacher, Master?" Liu Gang looked at King Muye.

Forty-two cities, Liu Gang dare not call the shots anymore.

The King Muye stared at Yan Chuan, there was a moment of silence, and suddenly he burst into laughter: "Hahahaha, well, worthy of being the son of Yan Tao, the same grandeur, forty-two cities? Four

It's only twelve cities. I have 42 cities in Beijiang, Dazheng, Liu Gang, gamble with him! "

"Yes!" Liu Gang answered.

In the eyes of King Muye, Liu Gang has ten levels of strength and Yan Chuan has eight levels, and Yan Chuan is definitely not as experienced as Liu Gang. Will Liu Gang lose in this battle?

"Yan Chuan, since you are going to lose the country, come on, hahahaha!" Liu Gang calmly smiled.

Yan Wudi was anxious on his face, but the words came to his lips, for some reason, he suddenly endured it. Looking at Yan Chuan with complicated eyes.

"Bet, yes, but I still want to ask, is it you alone against me, or you and King Muye against me?" Yan Chuan smiled.

"Presumptuous!" King Muye's eyes widened and said in shame.

"Huh, my master is not good at chasing hands, just me!" Liu Gang also shouted.

"Okay, but I can shoot my sword very fast, and I can't stop it. King Makino watched. Once your dear apprentice is in danger, you still have to save it!" Yan Chuan smiled.

"Arrogant!" King Muye said coldly.

"Yan Chuan, do you only have kung fu on your lips? Brighten the sword!" Liu Gang shouted.

"I don't have a sword!" Yan Chuan said lightly.

King Makino: "............!"

Liu Gang: "............!"

"Nephew, lend me your purple sword, and if you lose Liu Gang, you will return it!" Yan Chuan looked at Yan Wudi and said.

Yan Wudi looked complicated and looked at Yan Chuan weirdly.

"Uncle Wang, please!" Yan Wudi reluctantly handed out the purple sword.

Holding the Ziqing sword, Yan Chuan flicked his finger slightly.

"Ding!"

"The essence of purple iron? A good sword, and even better is the most suitable for'natural sword bone'. It seems that your new master is also a person who understands swords!" Yan Chuan admired.

"Huh?" Yan Wudi asked unexpectedly.

Yan Chuan grabbed the Ziqing sword, swiped it twice, then looked at Liu Gang and said, "Come on, I'll make a quick move!"

"Humph!" Liu Gang snorted coldly.

In a cold snort, Liu Gang waved his finger.

"Om!"

Feijian's ‘Streamer’ trembles abruptly.

"Shoo!"

The cyan streamer shot at Yan Chuan instantly, very fast, as if to penetrate Yan Chuan with a sword.

Everyone around is staring at Feijian.

Yan Chuan's eyes condensed, and the purple sword in his hand suddenly stabs the front.

"Ding!"

The two swords collided suddenly. A lot of sparks popped out.

Flying sword hits and shoots back. But at this moment, several pairs of eyes suddenly condensed.

Muye King, 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 the point of incredible accuracy.

When Yan Wudi was fighting, the collision between the swords and swords was only at the blade, but Yan Chuan was at the point of the sword.

The subtle to the extreme, has Yan Chuan stabbed it up with a sword?

"A 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 a moment of hitting the sword, Feijian shot back again and shot at Yan Chuan again.

At this moment, Yan Chuan turned around violently, weirdly.

Turns 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.

The Ziqing Sword faced Liu Gang, and Yan Chuan suddenly let go, even providing Ziqing Sword with a helping hand.

"Go!" Yan Chuan shouted.

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

"Shoo!"

The 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 electricity and light, 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 the flying sword had returned without success, they 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 his probing hand grabbed it. When everyone's eyes were fluttering, he actually grabbed the hilt of Feijian.

Grab the hilt of the flying sword?

Lost the purple sword and grabbed the flying sword?

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

But it's not over yet. Yan Chuan turned around again, grabbed the flying sword and swung a big circle, with a huge momentum, when Yan Chuan stood upright, he suddenly

Flick, Feijian threw it out, and the direction of the shot was Liu Gang.

The purple sword and the flying sword, at the same time, shoot 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 out with dazzling brilliance.

"Shoo!" "Shoo!"

The purple sword came to Liu Gang first. The horrifying tip of the sword appeared in front of him, how could Liu Gang still have the thought to control the flying sword? And at this moment, Feijian seems to be blocked by Juli, myself

Unable to control the general.

"Ah!"

The terrified Liu Gang retreated to the rear.

But no matter how fast, where is faster than double swords?

"Huh!" "Huh!"

The two swords are full of murderous intent, and Liu Gang will be penetrated in a blink of an eye.

"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 escaped from birth, he was already sweating profusely, panting for breath, and he was flustered.

People all around are feeling this soul-stimulating scene. Each heart is surging. "Good!" Mo Yuxi called out first.

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

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

"It's really amazing, I can't imagine that 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? The son of Yan Tao? The tiger father has no dogs, as expected!"

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The cheers all around, Yan Chuan's hand is indeed amazing.

Yan Wudi looked at "Uncle Wang" complicatedly. Even though he was called a genius of swordsmanship, it was impossible to defeat Liu Gang in one round. Could it be that Uncle Wang's swordsmanship was more powerful?

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

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

The King Makino made a move, declaring that Liu Gang was completely defeated!

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

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

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

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

King Muye held two swords in his hands and looked at Yan Chuan gloomily.

Yan Chuan's amazing hand, as if hitting his face fiercely, didn't let himself parry at all.

"Yan Chuan!" Wang Muye said coldly.

"Thank you for the forty-two cities of King Muye! Yan Chuan thanked you!" Yan Chuan smiled.

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

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

While speaking, King Muye's hands suddenly burst into black light, as if he was about to destroy the Ziqing Sword and vent his hatred.

"Stop!" Yan Wudi exclaimed anxiously.

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

"Om!" "Om!" "Om!"……………………

With this anger, a powerful sword intent radiated out. Nearly a hundred onlookers around, as long as there is a sword, the sword trembles suddenly. It seems to be welcoming the king of swords

Generally.

The purple sword and the flying sword "streaming light", even if they 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, so that his saber did not follow the sound of the sword.

"Huh!"

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

In the center of the field, there was suddenly one more person, a man in black linen, with white sideburns, isolated in the center of the field, where he stood, a bi-man's 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, his eyes are cold, his eyes are staring at King Makino, as if he can eject two sharp swords from his eyes, extremely sharp.

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

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

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

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