"Hmph!
You people from Yuzhang City seem to be very familiar with these rules. "
Erlang Shen Yang Jian nodded his head in disdain, and mercilessly mocked, "Since you know the rules, then let your Immortal Sword level sword wielder come out and fight with me.
This is really strange. Your Immortal Sword level sword wielder has the guts to fight with me, but doesn't dare to face me face. You can only send out a junior. This is really laughable. "
"I think Lord Xiansheng Erlang Shen Jun may have misunderstood. The one fighting with you is not someone else, but this insignificant one." Gu Xuanyuan said proudly.
"You!!!!"
Erlang Shen Jun's face finally revealed a shocked expression. He carefully looked at Gu Xuanyuan up and down, and still asked in disbelief, "I didn't misread your level right!
Little girl, what's wrong with you? A mere Spirit Sword level sword wielder actually has the guts to challenge me. Don't tell me you want to serve me tea that much? "
"I think you should put away your guts and call out your cowardly Immortal Sword level sword wielder." Yang Jian shook his head.
"May I ask Xiansheng Erlang Shen Jun, in your rules, is there a rule that Spirit Sword level sword wielder cannot participate in the battle?" Gu Xuanyuan asked without changing her expression.
"That's not it …" Yang Jian shook his head helplessly. From this question, he already understood Gu Xuanyuan's intention. Then there was nothing more to say. Hurry up and defeat this little girl, so as not to waste time here.
"Fine!
Since you want to be my maid, I won't stop you. Release your sword lady! "Yang Jian said with a disinterested look.
"No need, let's start the battle now. I'm still waiting to go back to eat." Gu Xuanyuan's words almost choked Yang Jian to death.
"You little girl, you really don't know what's good for you. With your shallow years, what abilities do you have?
Hurry up and release your sword lady. Otherwise, if I'm not careful, I might just cut off your head. That wouldn't be worth it. "
Although Yang Jian's words were mocking, there was a rare sense of concern in his words, as if he was protecting Gu Xuan Yuan's life.
"Dare I ask True Monarch Xiansheng Erlang, is there a rule in your rules that only the sword maiden herself can fight, and the sword wielder cannot fight with you?" Gu Xuanyuan once again rebutted True Monarch Erlang's words.
"…" Immortal Erlang Yang Jian didn't say anything. He just felt a nameless fire rising from his heart and quickly burning his whole body. "Since you don't know what's good for you, little girl, don't blame me for being ruthless."
True Monarch Erlang, Yang Jian, raised the three-pointed, double-edged saber in his hand and said in an awe-inspiring manner, "This True Monarch will stand here and not move. I will give you 30 moves. If you can make this True Monarch take a step back, then this True Monarch loses."
"Tsk!" Gu Xuanyuan spat. Is this Erlang Zhenjun's head filled with shit?
At a time like this, he was still trying to act cool.
Even if there was no shit in his head, Gu Xuanyuan would beat the shit out of him.
"First move, Primal Chaos Split the Heavens!"
True Monarch Erlang gave Gu Xuanyuan 30 moves. However, Gu Xuanyuan wanted to end True Monarch Erlang in a single move. Therefore, she started off with the first move of the 《Primal Chaos Sword Art》. It was also the most violent single target attack move in the Primal Chaos Sword Art.
Although the move 'Primal Chaos Split the Heavens' was extremely powerful, it looked ordinary on the surface. It was like a move used by a three year old child.
Therefore, when Gu Xuanyuan used this move, True Monarch Erlang Yang Jian didn't care about this move at all. He only slightly raised the two-pointed saber in front of him vertically.
In True Monarch Erlang Yang Jian's imagination, this vertical move would be able to seal off all of Gu Xuanyuan's following moves. She would be able to receive it effortlessly.
As for the beginning of the story, it was just as Yang Jian imagined. The three-pointed, double-edged saber in his hand had indeed blocked Gu Xuanyuan's sword.
However, Yang Jian's expression suddenly changed. He suddenly felt that the three-pointed, double-edged saber in his hand had transmitted a burst of heaven and earth splitting power.
Under his carelessness, Yang Jian was caught off guard. He didn't even have the time to use the immortal energy in his body. The three-pointed, double-edged saber in his hand had already left his hand and flew a few hundred meters away.
"You …" Yang Jian's words hadn't even left his mouth. Gu Xuanyuan's following attack was like a surging tide.
Yang Jian, who had lost his weapon, was suffering from his previous words. He couldn't move his body to avoid Gu Xuanyuan's attack. He also couldn't retrieve his weapon, the three-pointed, double-edged saber. He could only use his pair of flesh palms to deal with the spiritual sword in Gu Xuanyuan's hand.
"Even if this True Monarch only has one hand left, I'm still not someone that a junior like you can bully!"
Yang Jian's heart was embarrassed and angry. He decided to bring out 70% to 80% of his ability. At the same time, he began to circulate the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Art.
Yang Jian's pair of flesh palms that were originally the color of flesh instantly turned golden. It was as if they were made of pure gold.
The Nine Revolutions Mysterious Art was the strongest body refining divine art in the legends. When cultivated to an extremely profound level, the body would be like the hardest iron and stone in the world. It was not the slightest bit inferior to those famous spears and swords.
So one must not underestimate this pair of flesh palms. Purely from the strength of the weapon, the hardness of this pair of flesh palms was not inferior to Yang Jian's weapon, the three-pointed, double-edged saber.
And it was precisely because Yang Jian had this divine art to protect his body that he dared to continue to fulfill his promise. He planned to use his own flesh palms to deal with Gu Xuanyuan's next attack.
But after just a few moves, Yang Jian began to regret it. Because this woman's strength was far beyond Yang Jian's imagination.
First of all, the opponent's swordsmanship was like a heavenly steed soaring through the sky. It completely violated all the common sense in the world. One second she was still in front of Yang Jian. The next second, the blade had already circled to Yang Jian's back.
And all of Yang Jian's skill in using weapons fell on the body of the three-pointed, double-edged saber. He didn't have any achievements in his palm technique. From the beginning to the end, he didn't even touch Gu Xuanyuan's weapon. His body was already cut by Gu Xuanyuan more than a dozen wounds. A large amount of Immortal Blood gushed out from the wounds. It made Yang Jian's body stained with blood.
"Ah!"
At this time, Yang Jian could no longer care about the promise of not moving for thirty moves. His body suddenly leaped into the air, dodging Gu Xuanyuan's next attack. At the same time, his pair of flesh palms grabbed the Zhu Xian Sword in Gu Xuanyuan's hand. The Nine Revolutions Mysterious Art was operated to the extreme, trying to directly break the Sword Lady in Gu Xuanyuan's hand.
For Yang Jian, this was not something impossible. The Nine Revolutions Mysterious Art was unparalleled in the world. The number of Spirit Sword Lady that Yang Jian had broken in his hand was not less than a thousand. Even if he couldn't break this Sword Lady in one strike, Yang Jian believed that he could still give this sword a fatal blow. After a few more strikes, it would break.
But what Yang Jian did not expect was that when he grabbed the sword with both hands and prepared to exert force, a familiar feeling gushed out from the sword. The sharp Sword Qi spun and Yang Jian felt his hands loosen. All ten of his fingers were separated from Yang Jing's hands in an instant, falling down like flowers scattered by a celestial maiden.
It was just a single Sword Qi, but it actually directly cut off all ten of Yang Jian's fingers.
"Zhu Xian Sword!"
Yang Jian was too familiar with this feeling. He was so familiar with it that even after ten thousand years, he still firmly remembered it, never forgetting it for a moment.