Not only that.
At this moment, even the ten sword platforms were filled with human figures and the sword light was dazzling.
Blood!
At the fastest speed, the entire sky battlefield was dyed red.
"You bunch of trash, get out of here!"
"This small sword platform belongs to me, and I am the proud son of the younger generation of swordsmen!"
Instantly.
A young man in white robes, holding a three-foot dagger, jumped on the small sword platform, with endless sword skills in his hand.
He almost killed a flying sword cultivator with one sword strike!
"Noisy!"
In an instant, a red-robed woman flew out with a sword. The sword rose and fell, and the former's head flew out instantly.
"It's Xu Honghua, the saint of Honghua Sword Sect!"
The pupils of the young sword cultivators around them shrank.
Quasi-peak swordsman!
With this kind of combat power, they are undoubtedly the best among the younger generation of Wuji Imperial Domain Swordsman!
Of course.
She had not yet stood firm on the small sword platform.
Wang Xuan drew his sword.
"I'll meet you!"
Wang Xuan snorted coldly, clapped his big hand, and the sword coffin behind him quickly opened wide.
A dozen rays of light burst out.
That's a dozen swords rising into the sky.
It was slashing towards Xu Honghua like an overwhelming force.
"Wang Xuan of Sword Valley, I want to see what you are capable of!"
Xu Honghua's beautiful eyes condensed, and she shot out a flying sword with both hands. She ran the sword technique, and an astonishing hurricane was quickly set off in the surrounding void.
With the power of turbulent waves!
The two are constantly competing.
"Xu Honghua lost!"
In the distance, Chen Yanran just glanced lightly and knew the result.
Sure enough.
Wang Xuan stamped his feet on the void.
Wave your sleeves!
The former's face turned pale instantly, and he was defeated directly.
"Who else?"
Looking at the young sword cultivators around him who were constantly ascending the sword platform, Wang Xuan was as powerful as a rainbow, striking with one sword after another.
Immediately, a huge shock force formed.
Some young sword cultivators were so frightened that they trembled and did not dare to step onto the sword platform.
quiet!
This area is extremely quiet.
Su Xie came step by step through the void.
Suddenly, in the direction opposite to him, a young man in blood robe appeared. With the same posture, he stepped on the void and walked towards the small sword platform.
"Damn it!"
Seeing Su Xie going to the sword platform.
Wang Xuan's expression changed.
Liu Shaocheng, who originally wanted to go forward and fight, stopped at this moment and shook his head.
"That's all, we, the younger generation of Feijian Sect, don't have a chance this time."
His younger brother Liu Changkong finally gave up after seeing the aura exuded by Su Xie.
"Who is that person?"
"It's Emperor Huang! In the past few days, there has been a lot of rumors in our City of Ten Thousand Swords!"
Someone explained.
"It turns out to be him!"
"But, that person, who is he?"
Someone said something.
The eyes of many young sword cultivators were fixed on the blood-robed young man who came from the opposite side.
"Evil Sword Cultivator!"
"He is an evil sword cultivator!"
After Wang Xuan saw it clearly, his expression suddenly became even more ugly.
"Now that you know it, you loser, why don't you get down quickly and give up the position of this sword platform?"
The blood-robed young man's voice was cold, and his words were full of arrogance.
"you!"
Wang Xuan was about to speak.
"Then you die!"
The young man in blood robe didn't even bother to look at him. A strong sword energy rose from his fingertips and flew out with a snap of his fingers.
Click!
The moment Wang Xuan drew his sword.
Cut it off with one sword!
Wang Xuan's head flew out.
The young sword cultivators below were dumbfounded.
"Sword root!"
"Oh my god, he actually has a sword root!"
"It's Hu Yan! Among the evil sword cultivators, the most proud genius is Hu Yan!"
this moment.
Even Liu Shaocheng and others had to look down.
To know.
Since ancient times, their swordsmanship cultivators have been at odds with this evil sword cultivator!
"Wang Xuan, the genius of the Sword Valley sect? Nothing more than that."
"He is really useless to the extreme. I thought he was some kind of powerful character!"
Hu Yan stepped onto the small sword platform and kicked him horizontally.
Plop.
Wang Xuan's body flew out instantly, shocking the young swordsmen.
Everyone, take a deep breath and don't dare to make any rash move.
Quasi-extreme swordsman!
This kind of sword energy fluctuation is powerful enough to suffocate people like them.
"Haha, today, I, Hu Yan, have taken over the swordsmanship of this younger generation!"
"Who else? If you don't agree, just go on stage and fight!"
Hu Yan looked unruly, with his hands behind his back. He stood at the top of the mountain and had a sweeping view of the mountains.
Speechless!
Xu Shaocheng, Chen Yanran and others stared at Hu Yan.
"Liu Changkong of Feijian Sect, I heard that you are very strong? Do you dare to come and fight!"
Hu Yan laughed proudly and looked down at Liu Changkong with disdain.
"Come and fight!"
Liu Changkong snorted coldly, picked up dozens of flying swords, and rushed towards them.
Swish!
The sword is like rain under the hair.
The corners of Hu Yan's mouth raised slightly and he said: "There is some ability, but in my eyes, there is still no difference between him and trash."
"die!"
After Hu Yan finished speaking, he volleyed a little.
Behind him, he carried a sword box.
Explodes an astonishing sword!
"What! A top-notch spiritual sword!"
"This is actually a masterpiece!"
Liu Shaocheng looked ugly and exclaimed: "No, please withdraw quickly!"
"Can't withdraw, poof!"
As Liu Changkong was talking, the flying swords he swung were chopped off by Hu Yan with one sword. His whole body was like a kite with its string cut off, and it fell down on the battlefield in the sky.
On the spot, he was knocked unconscious on the ground at the foot of Wanjian City, dying.
"younger brother!"
Looking at this scene, Liu Shaocheng was furious.
"Haha, trash is trash, are you going to die too?"
Hu Yan sneered, the sword in his hand flashed with a dazzling cold light, the killing was not satisfying enough.
Hear the words.
Liu Shaocheng's eyes were scarlet, and he finally retreated, quickly rescuing Liu Changkong.
"That one from the Chen family, come here and fight!"
"Don't worry, I, Mr. Hu, know how to be compassionate and cherish the jade. I will spare you half your life at most!"
Hu Yanjiejie smiled, glanced at Chen Yanran, and said with a smile: "But having said that, you do have some good looks!"
"If you can kneel down and recognize me as Lord, I won't be able to give you this position."
Hu Yan had a hint of covetousness in his eyes.
"You bastard, you are looking for death!"
Faced with Hu Yan's frivolous words.
At the scene, some young swordsmen who had admired Chen Yanran for a long time also took the stage.
in.
There are some mediocre and young hidden sword cultivators.
"Tsk, tsk, okay, I'll kill you!"
With an evil smile on his lips, Hu Yan raised the top-grade spiritual sword and kept slashing out the cold light.
Ahhhhh!
The sound of screams resounded.
"Sword root! As expected of a sword root!"
"It seems that among the younger generation in this sword competition, Hu Yan is destined to be the most dazzling new star."
"The future life is terrible."
now.
Outside the battlefield in the sky, the five emperor thrones slowly rose.
The five great emperors all looked at Hu Yan, who was occupying the small sword platform and killing everyone.
