After breaking through the Five Chronicles Saint King in three thousand years, he can be considered a genius no matter which continent he is in.

No wonder Chen Fang is so proud that he does not kneel down when he sees the Holy Emperor.

Of course, the greatest capital of being arrogant is that there is also a holy emperor behind him.

"I heard from Lord Wujiang that Lord Evil Emperor, you are thousands of years old, but you have cultivated into the body of a Saint Emperor."

"As far as I know, since ancient times, no one in our universe has been able to break through the Holy Emperor within ten thousand years."

"I think I am the first genius of Wanshou Sect, and it will take two to three thousand years to break through the Holy Emperor."

"So when I heard that Lord Evil Emperor, you were thinking, how can the gap between people be so big?"

After Chen Fang finished speaking, there was a lot of discussion around him.

There was a rumor that a young holy emperor appeared in the Zhongyuan Continent, which spread throughout the Holy Heaven Sect and major sects, and almost no one believed that the rumor was true.

It is obviously the same with Chen Fang, and there is no trace of belief between the lines.

Only Xia Qingyan was silent and did not participate in the discussion. Her slender eyelashes blinked, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

Chen Fang continued, "Mr. Evil Emperor, I dared to ask you to lower your realm and compete with me. My sword art has been cultivated to the realm where everything can be a sword. If you can break my sword art..." "Senior Brother Chen, you don't have the chance to win, so don't make Evil Emperor angry."

Xia Qingyan suddenly spoke, and she was quite cold and majestic in front of everyone.

Chen Fang was stunned at first, then laughed.

"Junior Sister Xia Qingyan, how about we bet?

If I win in the competition, give me the star-studded jade you wear on your waist.”

After hearing what Chen Fang said, the monks present had a strange expression.

They could see that this Shen Fang seemed to be interesting to Xia Qingyan.

Xia Qingyan just now showed that she admired Chen Xuan very much, and Chen Fang wanted to take the opportunity to show her courage and strength in front of Xia Qingyan.

If a saint king wins a saint emperor in the competition, the saint king will immediately become famous all over the world and be filled with endless glory.

Chen Fang had a good plan for the game. He believed that as long as Chen Xuan lowered his level, he would definitely not be able to beat him in the swordsmanship.

Xia Qingyan did not agree to Chen Fang's bet, but looked at Chen Xuan.

The girl is well versed in the way of superiority and inferiority, and she has no usurpation. Everything depends on Chen Xuan's attitude.

"Since you want to bring shame to yourself, for the sake of the Saint Emperor Wujie, this evil emperor can help you."

There was a playful arc across Chen Xuan's mouth, and he didn't mind having some fun before the war broke out.

Next, under everyone's incredible eyes, Chen Xuan lowered his cultivation to the first holy king.

"Lord Evil Emperor, you don't have to..." Chen Fang didn't expect Chen Xuan to suppress his realm so low.

"If you descend to the same level as you, I am afraid that I will accidentally kill you."

When Chen Fang heard Chen Xuan's words, he felt once again despised or humiliated! And all the monks and disciples around him were shocked by Chen Xuan's words.

How arrogant is this?

With the cultivation level of the First Century Saint King, against the level of the Fifth Century Saint King Shen Fang, no one can believe that Chen Xuan can win the competition with this.

Only Xia Qingyan pursed her tender lips, as if she was holding back her smile.

Chen Fang, who noticed this, couldn't help but feel angry. He saw his right hand swaying and chanting: "Let's listen to the sword chant!"

Suddenly, strange sword roars sounded between the sky and the earth, from far to near, as if thousands of invisible sword cultivators were dancing swords.

Everyone looked at the sky in surprise, and saw countless sword lights rising from the top of the sky, galloping back and forth for 30,000 miles, magnificent, ever-changing, and endless mystery.

"Lord Evil Emperor, what is my method of using the Great Way of Heaven as a sword?

Can you see your magic?"

Chen Fang spoke proudly, guiding the sword singing and sword dance to become more and more prosperous, and the sword light shone in the sky, as if ten thousand long swords were summoned by Chen Fang at any time.

All the geniuses of each sect were amazed, with only the expression of admiration left in their eyes.

Such swordsmanship is hard to find in the world, and I am afraid that the immortals in heaven will come to the world, but they are just so magnificent.

Chen Fang looked at Xia Qingyan specifically and found that Xia Qingyan was as expressionless as Chen Xuan, and she did not feel shocked at all.

"Look at the sword!"

Chen Fang's sword finger suddenly raised, pulling countless long swords like the sky and the river rolled back, and the huge waterfall was hanging, surging, and the sword light enveloped the world and swept towards Chen Xuan.

At this time, Chen Fang was not worried that Chen Xuan would suddenly recover from the Holy Emperor's cultivation level, because that would mean that Chen Xuan would lose.

Chen Xuan lowered his cultivation level to the level of the Saint King of the First Century, which was absolutely impossible to withstand his sword.

However, the next moment, a scene that almost collapsed appeared.

Chen Xuan held his back with one hand, and gently stroked it with one hand, but he didn't see any sword intent and sword shadows. He could only be free and casual, but he instantly cut off the sword intent from the great way of heaven to form the sky sword intent. The sword light of the 30,000 miles broke open and dissipated like a roll of clouds, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

At this time, even the Qingxuan Continent, which is billions of miles away, can see the spectacular vision of the sky being cut through the clouds.

All the disciples of each sect who witnessed this sword were shocked, and they opened their mouths wide and could not come back to their senses for a long time.

Chen Fang's face was filled with three big words "Impossible", his eyes widened, and he could not accept the facts at all.

Xia Qingyan looked at Chen Xuan with a little more brilliant look.

It was not until Chen Fang let out a scream that everyone came to their senses.

"Evil Emperor, how can you bully the small and hurt my origin with the big one?"

Chen Fang felt a crack in his heart and heaven and earth, and he was shocked and angry.

"This is just a small price to provoke the evil emperor."
Chapter completed!