"Are you sure you want to compete with me in the evil emperor?"
Chen Xuan put his hands behind his back, as if he was not ready to use his sword weapon at all.
Fan Ming couldn't help but frown slightly.
He didn't think Chen Xuan was so arrogant that he didn't know what he was.
Facing the strongest sword cultivator of the Seventh Origin Universe, no matter how arrogant the strong man is, he will be ready.
And Chen Xuan actually asked him if he really wants to compare swords?
As a recognized "little sword saint" by all the heroes in the world, Fan Ming only found it a bit ridiculous.
"Evil Emperor, I used to respect the battle between you and me. Now it seems that you are not a respectable opponent."
Fan Ming shook his head, his tone with a little regret, "Yes, after all, you are just a casual cultivator, the Eight-Century Saint Emperor, and you are not worthy of confirming my swordsmanship. If you hadn't owned a top-level sword weapon, I wouldn't even bother to pull out my Dragon Sword; I was so powerful in the name of the Little Sword Saint, and I once made a vow that the Dragon Sword would be released, and it would be necessary to see blood. Even if you don't want to compete with me, you can't help it."
As soon as he finished speaking, Fan Ming slashed his sword and buzzed, instantly blocking the hearing of many spectators.
When Chen Xuan saw that Fan Ming was about to set off his sword, he shook his head, as if he was sighing.
The next moment, in the void behind Chen Xuan, the sword weapons bloomed like lotus flowers, and they were like pairs of steel wings spreading, with a magnificent momentum and extremely gorgeous.
Seeing this scene, everyone couldn't help but widen their eyes slightly.
"Sword Formation?"
Fan Ming made a judgment at the first time, and he could sense that every sword summoned by Chen Xuan was a real sword with entity, not a sword intent or sword energy.
"Evil Emperor, is this your greatest reliance on kendo?"
"There are countless sword cultivators who practice sword formations from ancient times to the present. The way of sword formations is indeed profound and profound, and it has extremely powerful power after its success."
"It's a pity that compared to the pure swordsmanship, the sword formation is still inferior."
"You must know that the essence of sword art is to focus on one's mind, only swords; practicing sword formations requires practicing the formation method at the same time. How can you temper the sword intent to the extreme?"
"If you don't sacrifice your natal sword weapon, you don't need to fight this battle. You are no match for me."
Fan Ming seemed very disappointed, and there was also a sense of loneliness that was hard to find in the world.
"Sure enough, I still have to ascend to the fairy world to find an opponent."
Such arrogant and conceited words were heard by everyone, and everyone took it for granted.
Because Fan Ming is the first sword cultivator in this universe.
Some low-level monks showed admiration and admiration.
Only Chen Xuan looked at Fan Ming's eyes, as if he was looking at the clown.
He stopped saying anything, and the multiple "sword wings" behind him quickly unfolded, covering the entire competition venue, pulling Fan Ming into the Immortal Sword Domain.
Fan Ming, who was originally indifferent, felt a powerful sword power for no reason pulling him into a strange space. The little sword saint who claimed to be invincible in the world finally showed a look of surprise on his face.
Looking around, from top to bottom, rows of long swords were closely attached to each other, forming a huge sword circle, and the various sword lights shone, representing the light of famous swords.
Fan Ming not only saw the golden sword weapon that could be comparable to his Shocking Dragon Sword, but also the Xuanyuan Emperor Sword.
He also saw another sword weapon with amazing flame and undeterminable grade in the sword wall, emitting a strong and evil aura.
Fan Ming never expected that Chen Xuan actually owned two peerless swords.
Any top sword cultivator has the habit 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 afraid, but was excited and even a hint of heat appeared in his eyes.
"Very good, very good, it turns out you are very worthy of being my opponent."
Fan Ming looked up and glanced at famous swords, looking like he admired and was intoxicated.
"I can hear the sound of the sword souls of these famous swords."
"These two top-level holy-level sword weapons, one is called the Xuanyuan Emperor Sword and the other is called the Shangyan Panhuang Sword, right?"
He is indeed a famous sword master. Fan Ming can confirm the name of the sword by hearing alone.
"Evil Emperor, what are you waiting for?
Take a move quickly! I want these two peerless holy swords to witness with my own eyes. As their masters, you are defeated by me and surrender to my swordsmanship!"
Seeing Fan Ming so excited and impatient, the jokes and ridicule in Chen Xuan's starry eyes became more and more obvious.
"Why not take the sword?
I will give you the opportunity to hold the Xuanyuan Emperor Sword and the Shangyan Panhuang Sword. My Jinglong Sword is so excited that I can't control it anymore!"
As Fan Ming spoke, the long sword in his hand kept shaking slightly, and he was indeed very "excited".
Unable to wait for Chen Xuan to take action first, Fan Ming waved the Sword of the Dragon and instantly entered the state of unity of human and swords. Like a flash of light, it turned into a sword rainbow to break through the space and slashed towards Chen Xuan's chest.
Chen Xuan stood there motionless, as if he hadn't reacted, and just let Fan Ming's Jinglong Sword stab into his chest.
Fan Ming, who was shining with sword light, showed his true body, holding the sword in his right hand against the center of Chen Xuan's chest, but he could not penetrate the slightest.
At this moment, the little sword saint, who had not known how many powerful enemies he had killed with one sword, was stunned on his face.
He looked at Chen Xuan's chest in disbelief, where he met the tip of the Jinglong Sword, and mysterious sword patterns flowed, and he was about to swallow the Jinglong Sword like a whirlpool.