"Are you sure you want to compete with this evil emperor in a sword show?"
Chen Xuan put his hands behind his back, as if he was not prepared to use his sword at all.
Fan Ming couldn't help but frown slightly.
He didn't think Chen Xuan was an arrogant and arrogant person who didn't know what he meant.
Facing the strongest sword cultivator in the seventh origin universe, no matter how arrogant the strong man is, he will stand ready.
And Chen Xuan actually asked him if he really wanted to compete with swords?
As the "Little Sword Master" recognized by all the heroes in the world, Fan Ming only found it a bit ridiculous.
"Evil Emperor, I originally respected this battle between you and me, but now it seems that you are not an opponent worthy of respect."
Fan Ming shook his head, with a bit of regret in his tone, "That's right, after all, you are just a casual cultivator of the Eighth Age Saint Emperor, and you are not worthy of proving my swordsmanship. If you didn't have a top-notch sword, I wouldn't even bother to pull out the Shocking Dragon Sword."
; With the name of the Little Sword Master, I am powerful in the world, and I have made an oath that if I use the Dragon-Shocking Sword, there will be blood. Even if you don’t want to compete with me in sword competition, it’s not up to you.”
As soon as he finished speaking, Fan Ming slashed his long sword, and the sword buzzed, instantly blocking the hearing of many spectators.
When Chen Xuan saw Fan Ming about to draw his sword, he also shook his head, as if sighing.
The next moment, swords bloomed in the void behind Chen Xuan like lotus flowers, and like pairs of steel wings spreading out, they were magnificent and extremely gorgeous.
Seeing this scene, everyone couldn't help but widen their eyes slightly.
"Sword array?"
Fan Ming made a judgment immediately. He could sense that every sword summoned by Chen Xuan was a real sword with an entity, rather than the sword intention or sword energy.
"Evil Emperor, is this your biggest reliance on the sword?"
"There are countless sword cultivators who practice sword formation from ancient times to the present. The way of sword formation is indeed mysterious and profound, and it is extremely powerful when it is completed."
"It's a pity that compared to pure swordsmanship, the sword formation is still inferior."
"You must know that the essence of swordsmanship is to focus only on the sword. To practice sword formation, you must also practice the formation method. How can you refine your sword intention to the extreme?"
"If you don't sacrifice your sword, there will be no need to fight this battle. You are no match for me."
Fan Ming looked very disappointed, and felt a sense of loneliness that was hard to find among rivals in the world.
"Sure enough, I still have to ascend to the fairy world to find my opponent."
Such arrogant and conceited words were heard by everyone, and everyone took them for granted.
Because Fan Ming is the number one sword cultivator in the universe.
Some low-level monks expressed their admiration and admiration.
Only Chen Xuan looked at Fan Ming as if he was looking at a clown.
He said nothing more, and the multiple "sword wings" behind him quickly unfolded, covering the entire competition field, pulling Fan Ming into the Immortal Sword Domain.
Fan Ming, who was originally in low spirits, felt an unreasonable and powerful sword power pulling him into a strange space. The little sword master who claimed to be invincible finally showed a look of surprise on his face.
Looking around, from top to bottom, row after row of long swords are closely connected, forming a huge sword circle. The swords of various colors shine, representing the light of famous swords.
Fan Ming not only saw the golden sword that was comparable to his Jinglong Sword, which was the Emperor Xuanyuan Sword.
He also saw another jade flame sword with an astonishing flaming energy and an indeterminate grade inside the sword wall, exuding a strong and evil aura.
Fan Ming never expected that Chen Xuan actually owned two peerless swords.
Any top swordsman has a hobby of collecting famous swords in the world, and Fan Ming is no exception.
After seeing so many famous swords and two peerless holy swords, Fan Ming was not afraid or frightened. Instead, he looked excited and even had a trace of heat in his eyes.
"Very good, very good. It turns out you are a good match for me."
Fan Ming raised his head and glanced at the famous swords, looking intoxicated with admiration.
"I can hear the sound of the sword souls of these famous swords."
"Those two top-level holy swords, one is called the Xuanyuan Emperor Sword, and the other is called the Panhuang Sword of Shang Yan, right?"
As expected of a master of swordsmanship, Fan Ming can confirm the name of a sword just by hearing it.
"Evil Emperor, what are you waiting for?
Move quickly! I want these two peerless holy swords to witness with my own eyes that you, their master, have been defeated by me and surrendered to my swordsmanship!"
Seeing Fan Ming so excited and impatient, the teasing and sarcasm in Chen Xuanxing's eyes became more and more obvious.
"Why don't you draw your sword?
I'll give you the opportunity to dual-wield the Xuanyuan Emperor Sword and the Panhuang Sword of Shang Yan, and my Shocking Dragon Sword is already so exciting that I can hardly control it!"
As Fan Ming spoke, the natal sword in his hand kept vibrating slightly, and he was indeed very "excited".
Unable to wait for Chen Xuan to take action first, Fan Ming swung the dragon-shocking sword and instantly entered the state of human-sword fusion. Like a fleeting light, it transformed into a sword rainbow that broke through the space and slashed towards Chen Xuan's chest.
Chen Xuan stood motionless on the spot, as if he didn't react, just letting Fan Ming's Jinglong Sword stab him in the chest.
Fan Ming, whose whole body was filled with flashes of sword light, appeared in his true form. He held the sword in his right hand and pressed it against the center of Chen Xuan's chest, but he couldn't penetrate it at all.
At this moment, this little sword master who had killed countless powerful enemies with one sword had nothing but dumbfounded expression on his face.
He looked at Chen Xuan's chest in disbelief, where the tip of the Shocking Dragon Sword was connected, with mysterious sword patterns flowing like a whirlpool that was about to swallow up the Shocking Dragon Sword.
