The Unrivaled Divine Emperor

"Haha, we won, we won three games in a row, our Moon Vein successfully snatched a seat from the Star Vein!"

"Great! Great! Today is a day worth celebrating for our Moon Vein!"

A Moon Vein person danced with joy.

Nangong Wan'er's eyes were even red, with tears flashing in her beautiful eyes.

For many years, their Moon Vein faced the suppression of the Sun and Star Veins, and repeatedly lost to the Sun and Star Veins in the "Martial Arts Competition of All Veins". Now, they finally won a game back with Chen Fan.

Compared with the excitement of the Moon Vein people, the Star Vein, which was taken away from a seat, was silent, the atmosphere was depressing, and everyone's face was extremely ugly, whether it was the younger generation or Nangong Tong and other senior executives.

Losing three games in a row, if you add the one against Mu Yexiao, it means four consecutive losses.

Chen Fan alone can beat the younger generation of their Star Vein.

"Damn it, damn it little beast!"

"Damn it, he dared to ruin my Xingmai's great cause, he must not be allowed to live!"

"He must be killed, he actually made my Xingmai lose an elder seat, damn it!"

Nangong Tong and other five strong men in the Elders' Hall, each with a cold and sharp look, looking at Chen Fan with murderous intent.

Chen Fan naturally felt this murderous intent, but he didn't care. At this moment, could Nangong Tong dare to attack him?

Of course, Chen Fan also knew that if he left Nangong, Nangong Tong and others would definitely kill him.

However, he was not going to stay in the imperial city. After this matter was over and he met his mother, he would leave directly and go to Wuning Empire.

While everyone was talking, Chen Fan moved again.

Swish!

Rimai defended the ring, and Chen Fan descended.

Everyone's eyes were stagnant.

Is Chen Fan going to continue to challenge Rimai and prepare to take a seat from Rimai?

Many people took a breath of cold air and their eyes trembled.

The Sun Vein can be said to be the strongest vein of the Nangong family. Not only does it have the most seats in the Elders' Council, but it also has the most geniuses among the younger generation.

The key is that the Sun Vein invited Qin Jian to help!

Qin Jian, the son of Qin Wudi and the young master of the Qin family, is ranked thirty-sixth on the Wu City Land List, ten places higher than Mu Yexiao. He once won thirteen consecutive games in the Wu City Arena Level Martial Arts Palace, shocking the Imperial City.

On the Moon Vein side, everyone was stunned when they saw that Chen Fan was going to challenge the Sun Vein.

For them, being able to take a seat from the Star Vein is already a complete merit. They no longer expect to continue to take seats, and being able to hold the current three seats is enough.

But Chen Fan actually challenged the Sun Vein again.

"This..."

Many people from the Moon Vein were speechless.

Nangong Wan'er also showed worry on her face.

Chen Fan was able to kill Mu Yexiao, but he was not necessarily Qin Jian's opponent.

Qin Jian is so famous in the Imperial City that he has the same demeanor as his father Qin Wudi. He is the best among the younger generation in the Imperial City, and he and Nangong Qingshuang are like a perfect match.

Moreover, Qin Jian has inherited the legacy of an ancient swordsman, and is known as the Little Sword God in the Imperial City.

Nangong Baxiong's eyes moved slightly, but he did not object and let Chen Fan act.

Even if he loses, his Yuemai will not lose anything.

Da!

The moment Chen Fan landed on the ring, Qin Jian walked out directly, and the sword intent on his body burst out, rushing straight into the sky.

In the air, there were sword qi everywhere, and the whistling sound resounded.

"I didn't expect that your strength is so strong that even Mu Yexiao was killed by you, but it's okay. If you lose in my hands, then my Qin Jian will be more famous!"

In Qin Jian's eyes, it seemed that there was a sword light bursting out, shooting at Chen Fan, and his voice was full of the sharp breath of the sword.

"Stop talking nonsense and draw your sword." Chen Fan's voice was still indifferent.

Qin Jian's eyes condensed, as if he was angry, and he said coldly: "You are also a sword cultivator, that's fine, but in my eyes, your sword skills are not decent and terrible. Today I will let you see what real sword skills are."

Clang!

As soon as the voice fell, the sword behind him flew up and fell into his hand. The sword light was cold and the sword intent was overwhelming.

This sword was made of unknown cold iron. The texture on it was like snowflakes. On the sword body, there were two words "Aoxue".

Chen Fan could see at a glance that Qin Jian's "Aoxue" was definitely a peerless magic weapon.

"When I was thirteen years old, I got the inheritance of an ancient sword cultivator from the northern ice field, and got a sword scripture and an Aoxue magic sword. Today, I will let you know what the sword is!"

As soon as the voice fell, the "Aoxue" in his hand rushed out. In an instant, snowflakes filled the sky and the sword energy was overwhelming.

Qin Jian instantly turned into a peerless swordsman, standing proudly in the cold snow, aloof and indifferent. He drew his sword and looked around, but could not find an opponent.

The sword shone, flashed, and slashed down, freezing the world.

Chen Fan attacked slowly, with sword energy overflowing and violent collision.

Qin Jian's proud snow sword was ever-changing. In the blink of an eye, the sword edge vibrated, rotated, and changed unpredictably. There were dozens of techniques such as chopping, slashing, cutting, pressing, washing, stabbing, picking, drilling, and spinning. He attacked repeatedly, and each time concentrated his strength on one point.

As soon as this sword technique was used, everyone knew that Qin Jian was absolutely worthy of the name of "Little Sword God".

However, Chen Fan was ordinary. He kept swinging the Autumn Sword in his hand, shooting out sharp sword auras, tearing everything apart, colliding with Qin Jian's attacks, like a tree of fire and silver flowers.

"Break!"

Suddenly, Qin Jian roared, and the sword light shot out.

A thick sword aura fell suddenly, and Chen Fan blocked it with his sword. Although the sword aura was broken, the Autumn Sword made a crackling sound.

The next moment, the second-level ordinary magic weapon Autumn Sword broke.

"His sword is broken!"

"A sword cultivator without a sword is like a tiger without claws, vulnerable to a single blow!"

"This Wang Dongfan is in danger. Under Qin Jian's superb swordsmanship, he has nowhere to hide."

"......"

Everyone was shocked when they saw Chen Fan's sword being cut off, and then the people of the Sun and Star veins smiled and cursed Chen Fan to be killed by Qin Jian.

"Damn it, his sword is broken, it's over!"

The people of Yuemai were shocked when they saw this scene, and immediately felt a strong sense of uneasiness.

"Wang Dongfan, your sword is broken, what can you use to compete with me, admit defeat, I don't want to bully you because you have no sword in your hand." Qin Jian did not continue to attack, but stood there, looking at Chen Fan, and said indifferently.

How could Chen Fan, who had no sword, be his opponent?

He would not have any sense of accomplishment in defeating such an opponent.

Chen Fan looked at the broken Zhanqiu Sword in his hand and shook his head helplessly, but he was not too surprised.

Qin Jian's "Aoxue" was at least at the third level, and it was reasonable for the Zhanqiu Sword to be cut off after a few collisions with his Zhanqiu Sword.

Swish!

Throwing away the scrapped Zhanqiu Sword in his hand, Chen Fan flipped his hand and took out the third-level ordinary sword that Nangong Baxiong had given him in advance - Wuye.