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At this moment, even the high and mighty Great Elder looked at Yao Jinghai with a surprised expression.
Even in the entire Biquan Xianzong, there were only a few weapons of this level. This little disciple actually had one. Although it was a damaged divine sword, it was still shocking enough!
This disciple actually had such a treasured sword!
Seeing that almost everyone's eyes were on him, the corners of Yao Jinghai's mouth curled up slightly and a smile appeared on his face. When sect disciples drew their swords before a fight, the first reason was to be polite, and the second reason was to create momentum. Now that everyone's eyes were on him, it imperceptibly encouraged the Purple Emperor's North Star Mantra that he cultivated to become an emperor.
An emperor should be the center of attention. This was a kind of momentum.
"Draw your sword!"
Yao Jinghai narrowed his eyes and raised his eyebrows at Chu Chen.
Chu Chen smiled faintly. He shook his head slightly when he saw the Violet Emperor Dragoncry Sword's sharp aura soaring into the sky. He pulled out a long sword that was pitch-black like ink from his Storage Ring. It was simple and unadorned.
It was unknown what material this long sword was made of. It didn't look like gold, jade, stone, or wood. From the hilt to the blade, it was perfectly round and there were no signs of it being carved. At first glance, it looked like an iron rod that was naturally formed from a piece of strange black rock.
As soon as this simple and unadorned sword appeared, everyone couldn't help but frown.
After seeing Yao Jinghai's Violet Emperor's Sword that shone with boundless radiance, then looking at Chu Chen's thing that seemed like a crudely carved semi-finished iron rod, the comparison between the two instantly caused them to shake their heads and sigh.
As the saying went, people would die if they compared themselves to others, and goods would be thrown away if they compared themselves to others! This kind of weapon was like a toy that a ten year old child randomly carved out from a piece of wood. Other than having the shape of a sword, it was just like a toy!
However, Chu Chen was extremely protective of this sword. He gently stroked the blade of the sword with his fingers, as if he was looking at his beloved woman. His gaze was incomparably firm. "This sword is called … Dog Slaying!"
Everyone couldn't help but laugh. The sword was ugly, and the name was even worse. It was simply trash to the extreme.
However, Yao Jinghai knew very well that Dog Slayer was definitely not the true name of this black sword. It was obvious that Chu Chen was deliberately provoking him.
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Chu Chen suddenly raised the black iron rod in his hand and pointed it at the sky.
Rumble!
Above the Nine Heavens, a muffled clap of thunder rumbled and resounded throughout the entire world!
Is it going to rain?
Someone looked at the sky hesitantly and was slightly stunned. However, he saw that the sun was high up in the sky, and the sky was clear for thousands of miles. There was no sign of a cloudy sky at all!
Dog Slaying, of course, was not the sword's name.
This divine sword that was forged by Wang Tie did not have a name. Blacksmith Xu suggested that Chu Chen call it Nameless before it awakened.
The weapons forged by Wang Tie had a sword spirit. However, Chu Chen was currently at the Spirit Water stage, or even the Spirit spring stage. He was unable to awaken the sword spirit, so he temporarily called it Nameless.
"From today onwards, I will never forge a sword again …"
Chu Chen would always remember the sigh that Blacksmith Xu let out when he handed the black sword to him.
"Why?"
"Because this sword has already reached the peak of my forging skills. I will never be able to forge a sword that is better than this divine sword …" Blacksmith Xu chuckled. "In the future, I may forge things like furnaces, cauldrons, pots, and the like, but I will never forge a sword again."
Chu Chen held the [King's Sword] in his hand, the blood in his entire body beginning to boil.
"If you did not have a suitable weapon, you could have just told me. I would have gifted you a good sword. Why did you have to take out such a rod? It makes me feel that I have an unfair advantage."
The [Purple Emperor Dragon Cry] sword in Yao Jinghai's hand pointed directly at Chu Chen. "But I will still kill you."
Chu Chen also pointed the black sword in his hand forward. "Even if I really had a rod in my hand, I would still be able to smash you to pieces."
In the eyes of the crowd, Chu Chen holding an iron rod and facing off against Yao Jinghai's [Purple Emperor Dragon Cry] sword should have been incomparably comical. But no one was able to laugh. Because the two strong killing auras had already clashed several times in the air, and then swept out in all directions like a storm.
Some of the disciples with lower cultivation were even about to stop breathing. How could they still laugh?
"Come!"
Yao Jinghai's hand shook, and the purple sword light that filled the sky disappeared into the body of the sword like water. "I will first let you have three moves. Then as long as the rod in your hand is not broken by my sword, you have not lost."
"Haha, is that so?"
The corner of Chu Chen's mouth narrowed. In the next moment, his figure suddenly moved. He turned into a hazy gray shadow and shot towards Yao Jinghai. The ink-black nameless sword drew a beautiful black arc in the air and slashed towards Yao Jinghai!
This sword … did not make a sound??
The corners of Yao Jinghai's eyes twitched. The sharper a divine sword, the easier it was for it to emit a sharp whistling sound when it was swung rapidly. The purer and crisper the sound, the better the quality of the sword.
But when Chu Chen's sword was waving rapidly, it actually did not make the slightest bit of sound? Why was this? One had to know that even if it was a broken rod in one's hand, it would still make a sound when waved!
Chu Chen's speed was simply too fast. He had completely turned into a hazy gray shadow. Therefore, Yao Jinghai did not have time to think too much. With a turn of his hand, the Purple Emperor Dragon Roar was like a purple electric light that shot towards the black arc.
Chu Chen's speed was fast, but Yao Jinghai's reaction was not slow either. The long sword in his hand arrived first and accurately collided with Chu Chen's long sword.
Clang!
An extremely crisp breaking sound rang out in the air like ice and snow. The moment a purple light soared into the sky, everyone's eyes widened in an instant!
Noisy!
The purple light made a turn in the air and fell to the ground, making an extremely crisp sound of metal clashing. It was actually half a purple sword tip!
Everyone was stunned in an instant. Even the Biquan Xianzong Grand Elder Lu Fei, who was sitting on the throne above the arena, could not help but widen his eyes in shock.
Chu Chen stood in front of Yao Jinghai with an indifferent expression. The ancient long sword in his hand was like a black stone rod, pointing half a foot in front of Yao Jinghai.
Opposite him, Yao Jinghai looked at the half of the purple sword in his hand in disbelief. His mind could not wrap itself around it for a moment.
The Purple Emperor Dragon Roar was actually broken! At the moment when the two swords collided with each other, this Spirit Artifact level divine sword that shone with boundless purple light was actually cut in half like a fragile ice sculpture! This, this, this … what exactly was going on?
Not only Yao Jinghai, but all the spectators were stunned at this moment. Their minds went blank.
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