One thousand five hundred and thirty-four: I will trample to death the genius of your sword pavilion
At the beginning, some people were worried about what to do if the ship capsized in the ditch and Yan Wan was not that strong and was defeated by some unknown person in the middle.
Soon after, many warriors came out crying and complained... Several major sects were instantly relieved.
Yan Wan was very strong, and among the reincarnation realm warriors, he was firmly in the upper echelons or even the top. It's strange that those unknown sects or individual warriors can defeat Yan Wan.
"Didn't you give up? Why are you still here and not leaving?" Yan Wan faced everyone's indignant and furious gazes, shrugged as if he was unaware, and asked casually.
A seemingly innocuous sentence, coupled with his disgusting and contemptuous expression, had a huge effect.
Anger and...fear emerged in the hearts of many warriors who had been beaten violently.
Behind Yan Wan's back, they dared to speak loudly, but when facing him, they really didn't dare to beep loudly.
Yan Wan threw the ring to the inspector and said calmly: "Before I came out, I walked around the Ghost City a few times and couldn't find anyone else. I must be the last one to come out."
As soon as these words were spoken again, the unknown fire in the hearts of the onlookers warriors rose sharply again.
If it weren't for this guy, how could this sword trial meeting be messed up to such an extent?
The inspectors, who had already received the instructions, finally announced: "Well, eighty-sixth, the other rankings will be postponed by one."
Although he knew that Yan Wan had robbed so many warriors of their gains, he would definitely be in the top 100. He knew that even big sects like Jiange would not confront the imperial court.
But after the results came out, it still inevitably caused a sigh of relief.
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In the palace.
The third prince, Wang Xuexin, flipped through the information passed to him. From time to time, he picked up a pen to mark a certain place and said, "Mr. Yuan, what do you think?"
Mr. Yuan also had a copy of the same information in front of him, but compared to the smiling face of the third prince, he had a solemn expression: "It's hard to control."
"Oh?" The third prince raised his head in surprise and motioned for him to continue.
Mr. Yuan did not say it directly. Instead, he pointed to a certain place in the information and asked: "From the beginning of Jinyu Mansion to now, has your lord discovered anything strange?"
"What's strange?" The third prince murmured. He turned back and looked at it carefully. His eyebrows subconsciously wrinkled: "You mean, he rose a little faster?"
"not only that."
Mr. Yuan's wrinkled face became more serious as his eyebrows relaxed: "Zhang Dejun died, and the structure of Jinyu Mansion was greatly changed. He integrated it into a monolithic structure in a short period of time.
Peng Yuanxing died. It stands to reason that he had offended the local forces, but he instead participated in the sword trial competition in order to become famous and win the title.
By then, not only will he be able to catch up with Song Yuntian, he will also be able to demonstrate his strength to all the forces in Donglai County. When the time comes, Yan Wang, who is in full swing, will go to Donglai County to take up a job. Will the local forces secretly plan revenge and prepare to kick him out? "
If the third prince realizes something: "As Mr. Yuan said, the local snakes in Donglai County will change their strategy and choose to win over him and incorporate him into their profit network.
As long as this goal is achieved, Yan Wan will have his own foundation and gradually spread through Arrancar. When your wings are full, you will have the right to choose, and you will no longer be forced to rely on me. "
Thinking of this, the third prince couldn't help but smile: "Old Yuan's reminder that day is indeed reasonable. This man has great ambitions and will not be limited to being a chess piece. He wants to be a chess player and a chess player."
Mr. Yuan sighed softly, his tone slightly fluctuating: "The most important thing is that Yan Wan now has preliminary capital."
"capital?"
The third prince narrowed his eyes and smiled casually: "What this prince wants is his capital. If you are willing to be mediocre, will He Yu be my chess piece?"
"It seems that the Lord has already prepared?" Mr. Yuan looked at him in surprise.
The young man smiled slightly, and his facial features looked particularly innocent under the sun, but the words coming out of his mouth were like sharp thorns, making people shudder. "Soul-stealing and bone-eroding poison."
Old Yuan was stunned for a moment, his sorrowful expression faded, and he chuckled: "In this way, I feel relieved. This poison will definitely kill him unless he breaks through to the Infinite Realm within five years."
"Five years?"
The young man sneered: "There are not many warriors in the world who can reach the Gangsha Realm, and only one in a thousand can reach the God Gathering Realm. His ability to reach the Samsara Realm in such a short time has impressed me. As for the Infinite Realm, …
According to court statistics, there are only a few hundred warriors in the Infinite Realm in the world, and the fastest one is in his forties. If he can break this record, what's the harm in letting him become a chess player? "
Mr. Yuan said: "However, even now, he is enough to attract attention. I am afraid that after the sword test conference is over, many people will show him goodwill."
The third prince nodded: "So, we need to use some power to make my eldest brother and second brother notice him, and even want to recruit him."
Mr. Yuan concluded: "In the end, when he thinks he has succeeded, if you say this poison again and use it to coerce him, he will have to bow his head obediently and become a...dog next to you again."
"Of course." The third prince touched his palms and chuckled, his eyes full of coldness: "Chess player? Is he worthy?"
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Sword trial meeting.
Jiange and the others were afraid of the imperial court behind Yan Wan, not him himself.
Being able to resist the urge to shoot him to death and keep Yan Wan to continue participating in the second round was the final compromise. As for other special care, forget about it.
After a period of rest, the second round of competition finally started.
The rules are also very simple. Two pairs compete to determine the winner, and then they are gradually eliminated to advance...
Well, most of the opponents Yan Wan encountered were those he had bullied in Ghost City.
Even though these unlucky guys later pinched their noses and accumulated enough crystal cores to reach the top 100 again, and some even ranked higher than Yan Wang, but this does not mean that they can surpass Yan Wang.
Then when fifty entered twenty-five, a warrior did not hold back for a moment and killed his opponent, so he was disqualified.
There happened to be twenty-four left, and there were no byes.
In this round, Yan Wan finally met a strong man.
Well, at least what most people think of as a strong man is Liu Jinpeng, a genius from the Qianling Sect.
Then, he failed to live up to the ardent expectations of his fellow villagers, elders of the sect, and the melon-eating masses. He was chopped down to the ground by Yan Wang's three moves and was seriously injured and dying.
Well, now a large sect that founded the Sword Trial Conference has been eliminated.
The next day.
Yan Wan staggered onto the stage, looking at the indifferent man not far away, his pupils contracted, and he became vigilant for the first time.
Jiange finally exerted its strength.
One of the seven sons of Jiange died, and the ones after Kong Yi were also eliminated. Now only the first three are left, and this guy in front of him is one of them.
Very strong.
The Seventh Son of Jiange ranked third, Bai Yiwen.
Fortunately, he had obtained [Spirit Pattern·Sky] before, and eighty skill points allowed him to upgrade [Supernatural·Martial Arts·Nine Heavens Aurora] from [To the Ultimate (2/140)] to [To the Ultimate (82/140)].
Judging from the battles in the past few days, [reaching the peak] is equivalent to the reincarnation realm in this world.
He is currently at the upper-middle level in terms of realm alone, but with the blessing of the Blood Soul Ring and various sword techniques, it is enough for him to stand at the top level of the Samsara Realm.
"Bai Yiwen, a rare warrior who uses the mother-child sword." Yan Wan's eyes swept over the two scabbards hanging on the opponent's waist without revealing any trace.
The long sword has three feet, and the short sword has two feet and one inch. Their lengths complement each other.
Click
Yan Man held the sword sideways, held down the hilt of the sword, and exerted slight pressure with his thumb. With a clear long chant, Chixiao came out of the box with thousands of purple electric rays of light.
The dense current flashed with dazzling arc light and instantly enveloped the entire arena, turning it into a terrifying thunder cage.
"kill!"
Without any pause, Yan Wan merged into the thunder, quickly disappeared in front of Bai Yiwen, and reappeared, with the sword edge reaching Bai Yiwen's heart.
The dagger drew an arc, erratically thrown out like a poisonous snake, and hit the Chixiao sword blade accurately. The moment the two collided, sparks bloomed that attracted attention.
The long sword is like a dragon, pulling out a few cold stars, dragging the dagger's sword grid and shaking.
In an instant, the short sword soared into the air, drawing an elusive trajectory towards Yan Wan's throat. The long sword was inserted into the center, blocking Chi Xiao's counterattack.
"Interesting." Yan Wan raised his eyebrows and took a sudden step with his sword. He ducked to avoid the throat-cutting sword and looked for Shuyuan www.zhaoshuyuan.com. He raised his hand to twist the hilt of the dagger.
"Don't even think about it."
The mother-in-law is a long and short sword, and they complement each other and are indispensable.
Bai Yiwen would never let Yan Wan take advantage of his shortcomings so easily. He swung Chi Xiao away, raised his long sword diagonally, and threw it towards Yan Wan's left arm.
"late!"
Yan Wan frowned, and his soul power concentrated and exploded, instantly piercing Bai Yiwen's soul sea. Then he decisively gave up grabbing the dagger. His step slipped, and the red sky twisted around, piercing the palace directly.
Feint!
Bai Yiwen immediately reacted and concentrated on resisting this invisible attack. At the same time, his soul power became threaded, and he controlled the dagger to spin and twist, and wiped it towards Yan Wan's throat again.
Click!
This time the other party came to his door, Yan Wan would not turn a blind eye.
Seeing purple electricity condensing in the palm of his hand, accompanied by a thunderous crackling sound, he raised his hand decisively and grabbed the dagger that cut his throat. Even though its incomparable sharpness penetrated the palm of his hand, it was stuck tightly by the skin, flesh and bones. .
Bai Yiwen was stunned and didn't expect that Yan Wan could be so cruel. The battle only started for a moment, but he broke his offensive in this way and gave him a powerful counterattack.
At the critical moment, he had no choice but to stoop sideways and step back a little distance. When he was avoiding the vital point, he drew his sword sternly, and the long sword broke through the air like a wind wheel, in an attempt to block this fatal sword.
collapse!
Yan Wan's pupils shrank, as if the severe pain piercing his palm had never existed. He thrust the sword forcefully and used a ferocious move to completely shred the wind wheel sword, break the seal, and pierce Bai Yiwen's chest. scapular.
"Get away!" Bai Yiwen's face changed slightly, and his heart became fierce. He ignored the shoulder-piercing sword and swung the long sword towards Yan Wan's sword-holding wrist.
"Do you think I'm afraid of you?"
Yan Wan looked at him with disdain. At this moment, the [Golden Jade Glazed Body] finally came into full play, and the illusion he deliberately gave Bai Yiwen before finally took effect.