Dan Emperor Sword Emperor

Chapter 827

"I'm not convinced! I'm not convinced! I'm not reconciled! My sword skills will not be defeated by you!"

Ziying Young Master's face was full of resentment and savagery, and he suddenly climbed up from the ground, the Ziying long sword in his hand slashed wildly, and the sword qi shot out like pear blossoms in a rainstorm, densely packed, like a rain of swords.

It looks extremely splendid and extremely beautiful, but it also carries a sense of destruction.

The corner of Mu Chen's mouth curled slightly, and he sneered: "Sword art? You are also worthy of comparing my sword art? Although your sword art is strong, your attack power is still far behind!"

"you……"

Hearing Mu Chen's words, Ziying Gongzi's lips wriggled and closed, but he couldn't say a half sentence of rebuttal.

To be precise, he didn't have the courage to refute at all.

Because what Mu Chen said is indeed the truth, his sword tactics can't cause any damage to Mu Chen at all.

Although the power of his sword art is extremely powerful, in front of Mu Chen, it seems a little immature.

Mu Chen snorted coldly, raised his palm, a flash of fire flashed, and the next moment, Mu Chen raised his foot to step on the ground, and the whole person burst out.

"call out!"

Mu Chen's speed was as fast as lightning, and when he saw his toes on the ground, he was like a shooting star, and he rushed towards the purple-clothed son who had completely lost his mind.

"Whoosh!"

Mu Chen's footsteps stopped when he was only about three inches away from Mr. Ziyi.

Muchen's figure also stopped.

At this time, Mu Chen is like a sword, a sword unsheathed, with a sharp edge and an imposing manner.

As for the purple-clothed son, he was like the little rock that was about to fall into a trap.

He felt the danger!

"Accept!"

With a cold drink, Mu Chen's toes moved slightly and directly crossed over to the side of the Ziyi son.

"Huh!"

A sword cut out!

The sword edge directly took the neck of the purple-clothed son!

"Ah!~"

Ziyi Young Master screamed, and quickly raised his hand to block.

However, just as his arm was raised, before it touched Mu Chen's blade, a sharp wind of sword had already blown on his cheek, causing his cheek to hurt and become cold.

Immediately following, before the palm of the purple-clothed son could touch Mu Chen's blade, he was swept away by Mu Chen's sword wind.

"Crack!"

A bone crack came out, followed by a violent pain that pierced Ziyi Gongzi's body.

"Pfft!"

A large mouthful of blood spurted out from the mouth of the Ziyi Young Master, drawing an arc in the air, and finally falling on the ground.

Afterwards, Ziyi's body also smashed to the ground.

"Boom!"

Ziyi Gongzi's body slammed heavily on the ground, as if his bones were broken.

Then, a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth.

The purple-clothed son, lost.

Mu Chen won with one blow, without the slightest hesitation, he jumped out again, went straight to the son in purple, and burst out again.

"Do not!"

Seeing Mu Chen's offensive, the purple-clothed son shouted loudly.

"Purple Shadow Sword Art, Ziyue Wushuang!"

A sword was swung out, and a bright moon emerged. The surface of the moon was a layer of purple mist, and the mist was lingering like a dream.

This Ziyue Wushuang is the unique skill of the Zi family. Once it is used, the moonlight will condense a big purple moon.

This round of the big moon will exude an extreme chill, allowing people to endure the erosion of the chill under the cold moonlight.

Although his strength is not comparable to Mu Chen, he is not so weak. Ziyue Wushuang is one of the strongest swordsmanship of the Zi family, how can it be weak?

"call out!"

Just as the Ziyi son swung his sword, Mu Chen's figure had already swept out, and he came to the Ziyi son in an instant, and then, Mu Chen stretched out a hand and caught the purple moonlight.

"Buzz..."

The moonlight struggled, exuding a strange fluctuation.

"Haha, as expected of the Zi Family's strongest swordsmanship, it's really extraordinary, and he still wants to resist!"

Mu Chen sneered, his arm swung violently, and the sword light of the Ziyi Young Master let go, turned into a purple sword, and pierced Ziyue Wushuang.

The purple sharp sword spun in the void, and finally, returned to the hands of the purple-clothed son.

Ziyi Gongzi held the sharp sword and looked at Mu Chen with a look of astonishment. His eyes were full of disbelief, and he muttered: "This, how is this possible? How could my Ziyue Wushuang lose to you? A martial art?"

Mu Chen heard the words and smiled.

Great smile, charming smile.

After the smile, it is the kind of domineering that looks down on the world.

"Young Master Ziyi, you are really stupid. Your Ziyue Wushuang is indeed strong, but not invincible. See my sword move, Vientiane Tianluo!"

During the speech, Mu Chen's palm turned, and thousands of sword lights flashed, like a thousand swords, overwhelming the sky and sweeping away towards the purple-clothed son.

"what!"

Seeing this, Young Master Ziyi was so frightened that his face was pale.

Although his speed is not bad, under the attack of so many sword lights, he can't dodge at all.

"boom!"

A deafening loud noise suddenly resounded through the heavens and the earth.

After this explosion, all the sword lights dissipated.

And Mu Chen's figure also appeared in front of Ziyi Gongzi again.

At this time, Ziyi's body was already in tatters, and his whole body was covered with different shades of scars, dripping with blood, and the corners of his mouth, blood could not be left, his face was extremely pale, and he looked embarrassed.

Mu Chen stood on the spot, staring at the Ziyi son indifferently with a pair of eyes, and said, "I said, you will pay the price for your recklessness!"

"you……"

Young Master Ziyi was stunned for a moment, he did not expect that his Ziyue Wushuang would be defeated so thoroughly and miserably.

Muchen's strength is beyond his imagination.

Moreover, how many years Mu Chen has practiced, and his actual combat experience is much richer than him. Ziyue Wushuang's attack can't help Mu Chen at all.

"How? Do you lose?"

Mu Chen asked.

Ziyi's face became extremely ugly.

He already knew that Muchen had the ability to kill him.

But, just admit defeat?

The son in purple clenched his teeth, his face full of unwillingness and resentment, staring at Mu Chen.

"Young Master Ziyi, if you don't admit defeat, I won't be polite anymore."

Mu Chen said lightly, in the words, the sword in his hand once again condensed a dazzling sword light.

"I...I admit defeat!"

Finally, Young Master Ziyi couldn't bear the suppressed humiliation, and with a roar, he quickly conceded defeat.

After roaring, Young Master Ziyi turned around and left the competition stage as if he had fled, flying towards the distance.

Seeing this scene, all the onlookers widened their eyes in astonishment.

Young Master Ziyi, but a swordsman, a arrogant genius, actually voluntarily conceded defeat, and he still lost so thoroughly.

The defeat surprised everyone.

"This Mu Chen is really scary!"

"I think there are basically few people who can defeat Young Master Muchen, right?"

"Yeah! Muchen has basically locked the top three positions!"

There was a lot of discussion.

In the midst of everyone's discussion, Mu Chen slowly put away the long sword, looked at the direction in which the Ziyi Young Master fled, and smiled lightly: "Who else?"

Soon, Muchen experienced two more battles, both of which were great victories!

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