Yi Xuanliu slowly stood up from the ground, and murderous anger rolled in his eyes.

"I wanted to have fun with you, but now I've changed my mind. ”

"This is my strongest sword, and you can be proud to die under this sword. ”

Between the words, the thunder and lightning around the body were faintly flashing.

"Just a scum like you, and the strongest sword?" Zhang Yang said mockingly.

If you want to play with swords, he is the ancestor of playing with swords!

"How about we make a bet?" Zhang Yang continued.

"Oh, what to bet on?" Yi Xuanliu was a little surprised, he didn't expect Zhang Yang to offer to make a bet at this time.

"The two of us will compete in swordsmanship, if I lose, this sword will be yours!" Zhang Yang said as he slowly pulled out the long sword he was carrying behind him.

"What's the use of this broken sword?"

"Broken sword?" Zhang Yang was noncommittal, and his hand kept instilling spiritual power into the sword.

The cold light of the "Buzz" Xuanyuan Sword flickered, and the lines on the surface became clearly visible.

On the body of the sword, there is a dragon-shaped creature engraved, which is obviously the spirit of this sword.

As the aura of the Xuanyuan Sword continued to emanate, whether it was Yi Xuanliu or the disciples under his sect, they all felt the extraordinaryness of this sword.

"What is this sword?"

"Yes, this sword is a low-grade artifact, named Xuanyuan, if you can win me with swordsmanship, then I will lift the confession on the spot and give this sword to you. ”

Zhang Yang said lightly, as if what he had in his hand was not an artifact, but a pile of broken copper and iron.

Inferior artifact!

As soon as these four words came out, the brains of the people below were buzzing.

You must know that today's earth aura is thin, and cultivation resources are scarce, not to mention low-grade artifacts, even if it is a mysterious weapon or immortal weapon, it is rare.

It's like the black long sword in Yi Xuanliu's hand, but it's just a medium-grade mysterious weapon, which has made him cherish it.

This low-grade artifact suddenly appeared, how not to shock them?

Even if it is the current immortal cultivation family, or the unborn hermit family, it is estimated that it is difficult to have an artifact, right?

Looking at the Xuanyuan Sword in Zhang Yang's hand, Yi Xuanliu swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

With his eyesight, he couldn't tell what level the Xuanyuan Sword was, but from the current point of view, even if it wasn't an artifact, it was an immortal artifact.

That is also a very precious magic weapon.

Yi Xuanliu shook his dizzy head, looked at Zhang Yang and asked, "I don't know what if I lose?"

Although he is very confident in his strength, as the saying goes, how can pie fall from the sky?

"If you lose...... Then be my slave. "Zhang Yang's words are not shocking, and they are endless.

As soon as these words came out, Yi Xuanliu had not yet spoken, and the pot had exploded below.

"Grass, who do you think you are?"

"What kind of identity is the master of the door, how can he be insulted by you, a young man who has not dried up!"

All the disciples were excited, and they all thought that Zhang Yang was deliberately humiliating and easy to break the flow!

"Hmph, Your Excellency thinks too highly of yourself, right?" Yi Xuanliu said in a cold voice.

As a sword cultivator in the later stage of the Jiedan, he is also a master in the cultivation world, even in the Wanjianmen, it is also the status of a generation of sect masters, although the Wanjianmen has declined, but no one dares to say one or two.

Now Zhang Yang is proposing to make him a slave bet, how can this keep him from being angry?

Being a slave, driven by others, and trampling on his dignity is worse than killing him!

"Oh, don't you want this artifact? or ...... Are you not confident in your own strength?" Zhang Yang directly used the agitation method.

A quarter of an hour ago, he wanted to directly destroy this Ten Thousand Swords Gate, but Yi Xuanliu's strength made him change his attention again.

Now that he is alone, if he can get a subordinate with the strength of Yi Xuanliu, it will be of great use in the future.

Besides, Yi Xuanliu's own talent is very good, and if he can get his own guidance, maybe he will be able to go to the next level.

As for the other garbage disciples of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, he naturally didn't look down on them at all.

On the other side, hearing Zhang Yang's words, a little hesitation appeared on Yi Xuanliu's face.

This inferior artifact was too tempting for him, and he had always been very confident in his strength.

The other party is just in the early stage of the knot, but he is in the late stage of the knot, and there is a difference of two realms.

The difference in strength in the cultivation realm is one level, that is a world of difference, as for why he was beaten by Zhang Yang just now, it was all because he did not use all his strength.

Thinking of this, Yi Xuanliu nodded.

"How?" asked Yi Xuanliu.

"One sword will win or lose!" Zhang Yang smiled freely.

Hearing that the door master actually agreed to the other party's bet, the disciples below were all shocked.

However, when they thought of Yi Xuanliu's strength, they were all secretly relieved.

"Door master, solve this guy with a sword!"

"Kill him!"

All the disciples shouted loudly with flushed faces.

Even the elder with a dignified face on weekdays, at this moment, he completely disregarded his image, burst into foul language, raised his arms, and loudly cheered for Yi Xuanliu.

"Let's get started. Zhang Yang gave an order, and both of them began to urge the spiritual power in their bodies.

"Boom"

The thunder and lightning flashed in front of Yi Xuanliu's body, and thunder and light fell from the sky, and the momentum of the sky shrouded the sky.

On the other hand, Zhang Yang's side is light and light.

In mid-air, Zhang Yang floated up, holding the Xuanyuan Sword in his right hand, his eyes staring ahead.

Those who don't know still think that Zhang Yang is shocked by the strength of the other party.

However, in fact, Zhang Yang at this time is thinking about how much strength is better.

In case he accidentally chops Yi Xuanliu to death, then he will be one less general.

"Phantom Thunder Sword Battle!" Yi Xuanliu burst into tears, using the strength of his whole body.

This blow must not be missed!

Countless thunderbolts mixed with purple sword light roared towards Zhang Yang, and its majesty was terrifying, like the end of the world.

The disciples below looked at this shocking sword, and they were all so frightened that their faces were bloodless.

Facing this terrifying sword, Zhang Yang's face was calm, his right wrist sank, and the tip of the sword collapsed forward!

A golden translucent sword arc swept away towards the lightning sword light.

Compared to the terrifying power of the Phantom Thunder Sword Technique, the sword arc emitted by Zhang Yang could simply be said to be insignificant.

However, after the two sword lights collided, an unbelievable scene occurred......

I saw that wherever the sword arc went, all the thunder and lightning were scattered, and even the huge purple sword light was also cut away!

In this way, the sword arc still did not stop, and slashed towards Yi Xuanliu!

"Whoosh!"

Yi Xuan didn't have time to react at all, as if a stream of air was blowing over his head, and a few strands of black hair were gently chopped off.

Looking at the few strands of black hair fluttering in the wind, Yi Xuanliu looked depressed.

"I lost. The voice of Yi Xiu seems to be a little older.

And the disciples of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect below were also big mouths at this time, and their faces were full of disbelief!