God Emperor of Sword Domain

Chapter 701 The First Sword
Wan Zang leaped forward, as if a circle of sharp sword lights erupted from his body, and he was on the platform of life and death in the blink of an eye.

He folded his arms, and in the crook of his arm was a sword.

His eyes were cold, like the cold light reflected on a sword, not only cold but also sharp.

"You are my opponent?" Wan Zang said indifferently, as if he lost interest in the contest the moment he saw Ye Xuan.

He had beheaded a strong Martial Saint Realm ten years ago, and his goal was to surpass the Sword Masters, so when he saw that his opponent was only a half-step Martial Saint, he couldn't hide the contempt in his eyes.

"It's me." Ye Xuan looked at him calmly, trying to find traces of the state of swordsmanship in his eyes.

"No, you are not my opponent. You are not worthy to die by my sword."

Wan Zang shook his head slowly, his expression of being invincible and lonely as snow, combined with his face of palming the sky demon clan, looked a little weird.

Ye Xuan was disgusted by his extremely arrogant words: "This is so pretentious, I almost believed it."

"You should believe it, and you should admit defeat and beg for mercy." Wan Zang said indifferently.

"Admit defeat, won't you kill me?" Ye Xuan twitched his lips and asked with a smile.

"No, I still have to kill. But it will make you die without any pain. You should trust my sword, it will be so fast that you won't feel the death coming." Wan Zang replied.

Ye Xuan smiled: "Then I really want to see how fast it is."

"No, you can't see it." Wan Zang shook his finger.

"Why can't I see it?"

"Because it's too fast." Wan Zang was very sure of this.

"Really that fast?"

"Have you ever heard of the Sword Masters?" Wan Zang asked instead.

"Of course, maybe there is no one in this world who knows them better than me." Ye Xuan replied.

"Right now, the one standing in front of you is an existence who is about to break the myth of the dual sword masters, so you shouldn't doubt what he said." Wan Zang's eyes were full of confidence.

"Do you know how high the double master of swordsmanship is on the sword?" Ye Xuan asked.

"I know, but you don't need to know. You just need to know that my sword is stronger than Qingxiao God Emperor's, and faster than Sword God Xuanlige's. As long as you nod your head and agree to start, you can die silently." Wan Zang's words were as sharp as a sword.

All the warriors present were looking forward to the start of this contest, wanting to see how fast and strong the sword in Wan Zang's mouth was.

The Tianyao clan present were the most excited, because standing on the stage was the Skyyao clan kendo master who wanted to break the myth of the double supreme swordsmanship.

In the past, the myth of kendo belonged to the human race, because the two kendo masters whose names were engraved in the long river of time were both human race.

However, from today, from now on, the kendo masters of the Sky Monster Race will stand up and break the myth of the kendo of the human race.

This is the reason for the excitement of the Sky Monster Race.

"It's stronger than that of Emperor Qingxiao, and faster than that of Sword God Xuanlige. Tsk tsk tsk..."

Ye Xuan couldn't help admiring: "Such a powerful sword, even if you die, you have to take a look at it. Okay, I nod, you can use your sword."

Wan Zang held the sword in his arms in front of him without haste, and said slowly: "This sword has been with me for many years, it is my first sword, and it will also be my last sword. "

He slowly pulled out the sword, slowly revealing the blade.

This is a very ordinary sword, even the grade is very low.

"Are you surprised?"

Wan Zang showed a playful smile, and continued: "It is indeed surprising that a sword master who is about to be honored uses such an ordinary sword..."

"...However, an ant like you will never understand that in the hands of a strong man, even an ordinary sword is still a magic weapon. In the hands of an ant, no matter how powerful a treasure is, it is worthless."

"This sword has been with me for 300 years. In the past 300 years, I have used many swords, including the treasure of the holy land and the supreme weapon. However, when I really understood what the way of swords is, I found my first sword again. a sword."

"This is my first sword, and it will be the last one. It will follow me to become a god and sanctify, witnessing my first sword and my last sword." Wan Zang slowly drew the sword, slowly Slowly reveal the edge of the sword.

Ye Xuan stood on the spot, watching him draw his sword, not wanting to ruin his performance.

Wan Zang said leisurely while drawing the sword: "When I started drawing the sword, this contest had already begun. You should hurry up and make a move, because when I finish drawing the sword, you will be dead."

"So, before drawing out the sword, I must tell you that this sword is called Aurora, and you died under the Aurora sword."

"Pretend to be you!"

The veins on Ye Xuan's forehead twitched, and he couldn't stand it any longer. He uttered a swear word, then moved his right hand, shot like lightning, and swung his sword.

Sword light flashed.

Dang!

The half-drawn sword in Wan Zang's hand snapped instantly, and half of the blade fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

Ye Xuan put his sword back into its sheath, and said, "Now, this sword is not your last sword. Are you surprised or surprised?"

Wan Zang's face suddenly became a little ugly. He retrieved his first sword, as if he was looking for the origin of the way of swordsmanship, and he had achieved something after ten years of retreat.

Now, the first sword he found was broken.

It was cut off by the opponent's sword.

He was very surprised, not because the sword broke, but because the opponent's sword was too fast.

It was almost too late for him to react.

"You're provoking me, do you know what the consequences are?" Wan Zang narrowed his eyes slightly, and the originally indifferent and cold eyes became ferocious.

"I don't know. Do you want to take out another sword and draw it slowly? I can die only after you draw the sword. You have to draw it. If you don't draw it, how can I die?" Ye Xuan smiled lightly.

"Very good, you have successfully angered me. If you ruined my first sword, then I will kill you Li Jianxin." Wan Zang's expression became even uglier, he flipped his palm, and pulled out a radiant sword from the void. You Guang's long sword is indeed a sacred treasure.

He said while pinching the sword formula and slashing across the sword, he said slowly: "Do you know why I am about to surpass the existence of the double supreme swordsman? Because during the ten years of retreat, I have realized a higher realm of swordsmanship and created a style of my own." Swordsmanship. Since we want to break the myth of swordsmanship in the human race, we should show the world this kind of swordsmanship. And you, please die under this sword and witness the power of this sword."

"Again? It's almost done. If you want to use your sword, hurry up. Whenever I can't stand it anymore, you may not have a chance." Ye Xuan looked a little impatient.

"Then you can see clearly! What is the existence of the double supreme beings beyond the sword. The martial saint's aura, open!"

Wan Zang let out a deep shout, opened up his martial sage aura, held up the Youguang long sword, and released the sword's intent. The sharp edge soared into the sky, shaking people's souls: "This sword dares to change the color of the world, dares to call the supreme minister, and kills you like an ant. You are like dust!"

(End of this chapter)