Chapter Thirty Five

"It's you, Dugu Sword King?" King Muye said with an ugly face.

"How can my apprentice's sword be in your hands?" Dugu Sword King said coldly.

"Yeah!" A fierce air rushed towards King Muye.

Under the suppression of Dugu Sword King, King Makino's expression changed. Obviously, Dugu Sword King is more aggressive.

"Master!" Yan Wudi quickly stepped forward.

"Master, I lent the sword to Wang and Uncle Wang!" Yan Wudi immediately explained.

"What's the matter?" Dugu Sword King raised his brows. The suppression of King Makino also eased slightly.

The momentum slowed down and King Muye felt better, but his face was lost at this moment.

"Huh!" Wang Muye snorted coldly, venting his depression.

Yan Wudi explained everything just now to Dugu Sword King.

"Oh? Shake the sword?" Dugu Sword King suddenly looked at Yan Chuan not far away.

"Yes!" Yan Wudi nodded affirmatively, his expression became more complicated when he looked at Yan Chuan.

"From now on, you will remember to me, the sword is your life, the sword does not leave your body, no one borrows it!" Dugu Sword King said solemnly.

"Yes!" Yan Wudi solemnly took the Ziqing sword.

Dugu Sword King handed back the Purple Sword and turned to look at Yan Chuan formally. The sword-like gaze was directed towards Yan Chuan not far away.

His eyes were extremely cold, but Yan Chuan stood still. He even smiled at Dugu Sword King.

"Shake the sword? Humph!" Dugu Sword King snorted coldly.

"Om!" "Om!"............

The sabers of those who watched from all around him screamed again.

No one knew that when Dugu Sword King planned, suddenly, one person's saber soared into the sky.

"call out!"

A long sword soared into the sky.

"Shoo!" "Shoo!" "Shoo!"………………

Fifty long swords all around suddenly soared into the sky.

"Ah, my sword!"

"How did my sword fly?"

"Is Dugu Sword King?"

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All the people with swords flying around showed panic in their eyes. Your own saber is controlled by others. Isn't it easy for the Dugu Sword King to take his first rank?

"Shoo!" "Shoo!"

Fifty long swords suddenly faced Yan Chuan with the head of the sword, turning into fifty streams of light, assassinated instantly.

"Boom!"

Just like the one who stabbed Liu Gang just now, it approached Yan Chuan in the center, and it was still fifty handles.

Fifty streamers, like fifty urging charms, make a piercing sound of breaking through the sky as they move forward!

It seems to shoot Yan Chuan into a hedgehog. The sword broke through the void, and came close in an instant.

"It's over!" Yan Chuan said regretfully the onlooker.

"Asshole!" "Dare you!"

Qinglong and Mo Yuxi suddenly burst out.

Qinglong, Baihu, and Mo Yuxi shot at almost the same time, and a wall of air abruptly stood in front of Yan Chuan.

"Om!" "Om!" "Om!"

Fifty long swords pierced into the air wall and kept going deep. The three masters of the gods defended at the same time, and all the long swords finally stopped.

The nearest one stopped five inches away from Yan Chuan's eyebrows.

Mo Yuxi, Qinglong, and Baihu were furious.

Dugu Sword King looked coldly.

But Yan Chuan, who was pointed at by the sword, remained unchanged, even if the sword was only five inches from the center of his eyebrows, his eyelids did not twitch. Even Yan Chuan looked at Dugu Sword King with interest, with a chuckle at the corner of his mouth.

"Boom!"

Mo Yuxi was angry, and the fifty long swords suddenly shot back.

"Dugu Sword King, are you looking for death?" Mo Yuxi's eyes burst.

At this moment, Mo Yuxi himself didn't know why he was so angry that he was a little irrational.

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