Dan Emperor Sword Emperor

Chapter 407

"Qin Yu, are you really going to set foot on the real dragon competition stage?"

Jiang Yan was a little worried.

She knew that Qin Yu was very powerful, but this real dragon competition was extremely dangerous.

The warriors who can go on the real dragon competition stage are definitely dangerous people.

It is not a powerful Tianjiao, or a ruthless wandering warrior.

In order to earn a huge sum of spirit stones, everyone is willing to risk their own lives.

"The real dragon competition arena in Shenwu Qianzhuang is a bloody place. If you want to board the real dragon competition stage to fight, all participants must sign a life and death agreement beforehand. If you are killed by an opponent, Shenwu Qianzhuang will not Taking any responsibility is equivalent to dying in vain."

It is the fastest and most effective way to sharpen oneself in battle and break through the cultivation base.

Qin Yu then turned around and walked towards the real dragon competition platform below.

Qin Yu wore a silver mask on his face, and his black hair was like a waterfall, draped over his shoulders, looking extremely mysterious.

However, just as Qin Yu stepped onto the stage, there were bursts of cynicism from the surrounding audience.

"Who is this young man in a young shirt, with the cultivation of the Nirvana Realm 1st Layer, actually on the Nirvana Realm competition stage?"

"Did he not want to live anymore and deliberately seek death?"

"There is still a silver mask on his face, could it be a young genius from a certain sect?"

Somewhere in the real dragon competition arena, Liu Yuanzheng looked at Qin Yu on the competition platform below with a look of surprise.

"Hmph, Qin Yu, I didn't expect you to be so mad. Now I'll see how you fail miserably."

Qin Yu's first opponent was a big man in chain mail.

In his hand, he held a ferocious sword that was more than two meters long, and he had the cultivation of the Nirvana Realm Triple Heaven.

This big man is a wandering warrior.

At this time, when I met Qin Yu, a soft persimmon, I naturally jumped on the competition stage. If I wanted to defeat Qin Yu, I would get a lot of spiritual stone rewards.

The big man raised the big knife in his hand, pointed the tip of the knife to Qin Yu, his expression was arrogant, and his eyes were bloodthirsty.

"Kid, if you want to become famous on the real dragon competition stage, it is not enough to rely on blood! Now, immediately jump off the competition stage, I can not kill you."

Qin Yu's eyes were indifferent and he said, "Let's do it."

"Very courageous."

Anger appeared on the big man's face.

He didn't expect that he would give Qin Yu a life, but Qin Yu didn't know how to cherish it.

"Since you want to die, then I will send you to hell."

The big sword held in the big man's hand slashed out nine slashes, each of which ripped apart the air and exploded in the sky with thunderous thunder.

The big man was tall and stood in the ocean of thunder, like a god of thunder and swords.

The big knife in his hand slashed across the sky, as if the entire competition platform would be cut off and torn apart.

"What a terrible knife trick!"

There are countless spectators around, all of them change color.

They knew that the mysterious teenage boy wearing a silver mask was doomed.

The strong will be cut into two halves under this knife, and they will fall miserably.

Clang!

But at this moment, a sword cry sounded.

Everyone found that on the competition stage, the surging ocean of thunder was instantly torn apart by a sharp, cold sword light.

Click!

The next moment, the big knife in the big man's hand shattered!

A long sword that was so ordinary that it couldn't be more ordinary was placed in front of his neck, and it was only a short distance away from piercing his throat.

The arrogance on the big man's face had long since dissipated.

His pupils shrunk, his face terrified, looking at the youth in the green shirt wearing a silver mask in front of him, he said suddenly: "Thank you little brother for not killing!"

"Go down."

Qin Yu took back the long sword and said lightly.

"Yes Yes Yes."

The big man was very frightened at this time, and naturally did not dare to go against Qin Yu's will, and immediately jumped off the competition platform himself.

"So strong."

"How can an ordinary sword have such an unparalleled edge to cut through the ocean of thunder?"

"This mysterious young man's kendo attainments are terrifying."

In the surrounding auditorium, countless people looked shocked.

That sword just now, so fast!

They didn't catch the trajectory of Qin Yu's sword at all!

The battle is over.

However, after all, there were some masters present who found clues.

In the real dragon ratio arena, above the auditorium, there are many VIP rooms, all of which are separate private rooms, and those who can watch the battle are all big figures with identities.

At this moment, in the private room of a VIP room, Luo Ya was wearing a red dress, exuding a seductive atmosphere in her bones.

With her charming eyes, she couldn't help laughing and muttering to herself as she looked at the battle that just ended.

"Brother Qin Yu, I didn't expect you to hide it so deeply! The artistic conception of kendo has realized that the mind of the sword is clear! A young sword king is really amazing!"

hum!

At this moment, the void around Luoya trembled, and a figure wrapped in a black robe appeared, clasped his fists and said respectfully:

"Lord Saintess, we have already found out that Princess Yunfu went incognito to the real dragon competition arena in Shenwu Qianzhuang."

When Luo Ya heard this, there was a hint of coldness in her beautiful eyes.

"I originally wanted to ambush Princess Yunfu at the celebration banquet, but I didn't expect that she didn't come to the celebration banquet at all, but instead came to this Shenwu Bank."

Luoya closed her eyes, and an incomparably tyrannical divine sense suddenly radiated out.

In an instant, she caught the breath of Princess Yunfu, she said to the black-robed figure beside her: "Keep an eye on Princess Yunfu, as long as you kill the most talented and arrogant daughter of the royal family, our Chiyue Sect is in the Changyue Empire. The expansion in the territory will be much easier."

"Yes, Lady Saint!"

The black-robed figure clasped his fists and bowed, and then the whole person disappeared from the private room.

At this time, Luo Ya continued to look at Qin Yu who was standing on the underground competition stage, with a charming smile in his eyes.

"With your qualifications, you will definitely be able to enter the Shenwu Academy in the future, and then..."

now.

On the real dragon competition stage.

Qin Yu is still fighting.

Second game, win!

Game 3, win!

Game 4, win!

Unstoppable winning streak.

Until the fourteenth round, Qin Yu was still standing upright on the stage.

Even the masters of the Nirvana Realm 5th Layer can't stop Qin Yu's sword.

At this time, countless spectators around were already boiling.

They finally realized what is called kendo arrogance.

"What is the origin of this young man in a green shirt?"

"His kendo artistic conception is too high, could it be that the artistic conception has reached the legendary Jianxin Mingming?"

"A young sword king appeared here? It's crazy!"

Everyone looked surprised and talked a lot.

At this time, the most frightening person was Liu Yuan, the young owner of Shenwu Bank.

He originally thought that Qin Yu would lose the first game, or even be brutally killed by his opponent.

But now Liu Yuan just realized how ignorant he was of despising Qin Yu earlier.

Qin Yu's strength is terrifying.

Liu Yuan's body trembled. He never thought that the country boy he had always disdained would have such terrifying kendo strength.

Although the name of Qin Yu has spread in the main city of Changyue, not many people have actually seen him.

Moreover, at this time Qin Yu covered his face with a silver mask, and no one would see through his disguise.

"Game 15, here I come."

Suddenly, a heavy voice sounded like muffled thunder.

Bang dong!

A burly figure appeared on the competition stage.

This is a young man of about thirty years old. He is tall, with bulging muscles all over his body, and his skin is bronze-colored, giving him a strong sense of oppression.

He was pierced by thick black iron cables, and the wound did not bleed.

The black iron rope wrapped around the entire body, adding a fierce aura to it invisibly.

The young man walked not far from Qin Yu, his eyes were sharp like two knives.

He looked very brave and unparalleled. He finally spoke up and said coldly: "The fourteenth game, you are doomed to lose."

"It's Liu Ze!"

"I didn't expect that the backstage of Zhenlongbi Arena finally couldn't sit still, and Liu Ze was actually sent here."

"This is to be expected. Qin Yu has won fifteen games in a row and won a huge amount of spiritual stone rewards. The people behind the real dragon competition will naturally send strong people to stop them."

In the surrounding auditorium, thousands of pairs of eyes stared at the young man with black iron rope wrapped around his body, all showing enthusiasm.

Liu Ze, at the True Dragon Tournament Stage.

It represents the invincible existence among the nirvana warriors.

Liu Ze, the dead man of the forces behind the real dragon competition stage, has the martial arts cultivation base of the sixth-level peak of Nirvana.

Strong and tyrannical, he was hailed as an invincible existence by everyone.

Qin Yu won 14 games in a row on the competition stage, and the people behind the real dragon competition finally couldn't sit still and sent Liu Ze out to stop Qin Yu's winning streak.

Liu Ze was expressionless, his eyes were as cold as two knives, staring at the silver mask on Qin Yu's face.

"You can reach this point in the Nirvana Realm, and you have the potential to defy the sky! I don't want to kill you, step down! In the fifteenth game, you can't win."

"If you don't give it a try, how do you know that I can't beat you."

"madness!"

Liu Ze spit out two words indifferently, sonorously and powerfully.

"Let's go, this fifteenth game, I can't go backwards."

Qin Yu said aloud, staring at the young man opposite.

This Liu Ze is indeed extraordinary, which makes him feel a little bit of pressure.

Liu Ze smiled coldly, his eyes were like swords, he stared at Qin Yu, and said, "Since you insist on courting death, then I will fulfill you."

"Today, no one can stop me from winning the huge reward of 15 consecutive victories! You Liu Ze, neither can you!"

Qin Yu answered very firmly.

"Hahaha……"

Liu Ze laughed out loud, the jet-black iron cables on his body swayed like tentacles, emitting a chill.

"I appreciate your guts, and I hope, your strength, don't let me down."

"It will not let you down."

Qin Yu stepped towards Liu Ze, the long sword in his hand instantly turned into a sword light, and the sword light ripped through the void like an eternal lightning, piercing the darkness.

"What a fast sword!"

At this moment, Liu Ze's pupils finally shrank.

He stepped back frantically, the black iron rope on his body tightly wrapping his body.

"when!"

A piercing screeching sound rang out!

The two iron cables on Liu Ze's body were cut off!

But Qin Yu's sword, which was iron after all, shattered inch by inch and was shattered by the iron rope.

However, the sword intent rushed into Liu Ze's body, causing a trace of blood to spill from the corner of his mouth.

Qin Yu's figure appeared, looking at the ordinary long sword that was broken inch by inch in his hand, he couldn't help shaking his head.

"Broken sword?"

"But Liu Ze was injured."

Looking at the two people on the competition stage, everyone gasped.

Qin Yu was indifferent and stood with his hands behind his back, while Liu Ze was forced back by a sword, blood spilling from his mouth.

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