Chapter 117
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"It's you, Dugu sword Emperor?" King Ye Mu asked with an ugly expression.
"Why is my disciple's sword in your hands?" The Dugu sword Emperor asked coldly.
"Yes!" A fierce aura surged towards King Ye Mu.
Under the pressure of the Dugu sword Emperor, King Ye Mu's expression changed. Clearly, the Dugu sword Emperor's aura was stronger.
"Master!" Yan Wudi quickly stepped forward.
"Master, I lent the sword to Uncle Wang!" Yan Wudi immediately explained.
"What's going on?" The Dugu sword Emperor raised his eyebrows. The pressure on King Ye Mu also lessened slightly.
King Ye Mu felt better after the pressure lessened, but he had already lost all his face.
"Hmph!" King Ye Mu snorted coldly, venting his frustration.
Yan Wudi explained everything to the Dugu sword Emperor.
"Oh? Fling the sword? "The Dugu sword Emperor suddenly looked towards Yan Chuan.
"Yes!" Yan Wudi nodded affirmatively. When he looked at Yan Chuan, his expression became even more complicated.
"From now on, remember this. The sword is your life. Never let it leave your body, and never lend it to anyone!" The Dugu sword Emperor said solemnly.
"Yes!" Yan Wudi solemnly received the Azure Sword.
The Dugu sword Emperor returned the Azure Sword and looked towards Yan Chuan. His gaze was as sharp as a sword as he stared at Yan Chuan, who was not far away.
His gaze was extremely sharp, but Yan Chuan did not move at all. He even smiled at the Dugu sword Emperor.
"Fling the sword? Hmph! "The Dugu sword Emperor snorted coldly.
"Hum! Hum!"
The swords of the surrounding experts hummed again.
No one knew what the Dugu sword Emperor was planning. Suddenly, a person's sword soared into the sky.
"Whoosh!"
A long sword soared into the sky.
"Swish!" "Swish!" "Swish!"
The fifty swords around him suddenly soared into the sky.
"Ah, my sword!"
"Why is my sword flying?"
"Is it the Dugu sword Emperor?"
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The people who had their swords flying all around all revealed a look of panic. If his sword was controlled by someone else, wouldn't it be easy for the Dugu sword Emperor to take his head?
"Swish! Swish!"
The heads of the fifty swords suddenly pointed at Yan Chuan. They turned into fifty streams of light and instantly pierced towards him.
"Boom!"
Just like the ones that were aimed at Liu Gang, they were all aimed at Yan Chuan. Moreover, there were fifty of them.
The fifty streams of light were like fifty death talismans, pressing forward with an indomitable will, producing an ear-piercing sound as they tore through the air!
It was as if they wanted to shoot Yan Chuan into a hedgehog. The sword tore through the void and arrived before him in an instant.
"It's over!" The onlookers felt pity for Yan Chuan.
"Bastard!" "How dare you!"
Qing Long and Mo Yu Xi suddenly roared.
Qing Long, White Tiger, and Mo Yu Xi acted at almost the same time. A wall of air suddenly appeared in front of Yan Chuan.
"Weng! Weng! Weng!"
The fifty swords pierced through the air wall and continued to penetrate deeper. The three Immortal State experts defended together, but the swords eventually all stopped.
The closest sword stopped five inches away from Yan Chuan's forehead.
Mo Yu Xi, Qing Long, and White Tiger were enraged.
The Dugu sword Emperor's gaze was cold and solemn.
Yan Chuan, who was pointed at by the sword, was still expressionless. Even when the sword was only five inches away from his forehead, his eyelids didn't even twitch. Yan Chuan even looked at the Dugu sword Emperor with interest and revealed a faint smile.
"Boom!"
Under Mo Yu Xi's anger, the fifty swords suddenly shot back.
"Dugu sword Emperor, do you want to die?" Mo Yu Xi's eyes widened.
At this moment, Mo Yu Xi didn't know why she was so angry. It was as if she had lost her mind.
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