Chapter 455

Wan!

The crowd is in an uproar!

Heavenly Sword, a fateful battle, with brilliant swords and swords. After a brilliant fierce battle, it finally won the winner at the peak.

Fu Changtian was defeated.

"Heavenly sword, it seems that Fu Changtian is a little inferior after all!"

"It can't be said that the Tiandao was defeated. It can only be said that Fu Changtian's skills are not as good as others. Jian Wuchen, the descendant of Tianjian, is worthy of being the young master of the Sword Villa. He was successful in the first battle!"

"Anyway, it is an indisputable fact that Tiandao has been defeated. Since then, I'm afraid Tiandao's reputation will be much inferior!"

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First, there was silence, and then there was a great upre, excitement, Tiandao Tianjian, endless years of competition, and there are wins and defeats. Now the two best heirs are fighting. Although Tiandao is defeated, its reputation may be slightly gloomy and affected, but it will not be too serious. After all, it is the inheritance of the Dao Emperor. Who dares to despise it?

"This sword has the artistic conception of ten thousand swords returning to the clan!"

Ye Qingyan frowned and his eyes were solemn. Wan Jian Guizong was the supreme master of kendo, and even surpassed the imperial swordsmanship. It was mysterious and strong. Even Ye Qingyan was unattainable. I'm afraid that the peerless swordsmanship could only be understood by the peak swordsman of the world's sword emperor. Now Jian Wuchen actually used such an artistic conception, Ye Qingyan It's impossible not to pay attention to it.

The return of Wanjian is the ultimate unique skill of Tianyang Sword, with the divine power of sweeping the world and cleaning up the universe. Ye Qingyan has no clue about this so far.

"Horrible enemy!" A touch of fire flashed in Chen Yun's eyes and said in a low voice.

"The knife is defeated!" Jin Ziyang said to himself, and then he shook his head and vetoed, "No, it's not the defeat of Tiandao, it's Fu Changtian's defeat!"

Fu Changtian is very strong, but obviously, his opponent is stronger than him, which is also the most important reason for his failure.

"Swordsman?" Jin Kunxiang snorted coldly and said disdainfully, "A bunch of waste!"

The autumn wind rises and the yellow leaves float, adding a little bleak atmosphere to this world.

"I... lost!"

Fu Changtian stationed there with a knife, and there was still strong blood in his mouth, which dyed his clothes red. His face was extremely pale, and his eyes were gloomy and dull.

The glory of the swordsman cannot be lost to the swordsman, and the glory of the swordsman cannot be lost to the swordsman!

What's more, Fu Changtian is the descendant of the sword, how can he be defeated by the swordsman?

The glory of the enemy is its own shame!

Fu Changtian felt extremely humiliated and was frustrated. He told himself since he was a child that he could not be defeated, especially to the heir of Tianjian. This is a vow imprinted on his soul and will never be forgotten.

But today he was defeated, and under the attention of the public, he was defeated by the opponent's sword moves and was completely defeated.

"It's just a failure!"

Jian Wuchen frowned and said, "You Fu Changtian are not so fragile. No one like us has come from failure. Failure is the founder of success. Without failure, where does success come from?"

"You don't have to tell me this!"

Fu Changtian came to his senses and said indifferently, "I'm just a little lost. After all, it's not a glorious thing to lose to you. If I lose this time, next time I will use the sword to redeem the lost glory!"

Fu Changtian can cultivate today's realm. He is a famous figure in the young generation. His talent and heart are first-class. How can he easily hit him with a failure?

He can emerge among many competitors, become more and more popular, defeat all opponents, and become the heir of Tiandao. Naturally, there is something extraordinary.

"This kind of Fu Changtian is qualified to be my opponent!"

Jian Wuchen smiled, his hair flew, and his eyebrows were full of publicity, "Looking forward to our next battle!"

"I'm not a person who can't afford to lose, and I'm not a person who will admit defeat!" Fu Changtian laughed loudly. Even if he coughed blood at the corners of his mouth, his laughter was still heroic.

Jian Wuchen nodded and suddenly said, "Come on, send Brother Fu to rest!"

"Wo!"

In an instant, two figures appeared on Fu Changtian's side and bent to help Fu Changtian. He was stopped by Fu Changtian's words, "No, I can do it myself!"

He forced his seriously injured body, got up with difficulty, leaned to the ground with a knife, his eyes were persistent, and he staggered away.

Because of his serious injury, Fu Changtian's body was a little rickety, but in everyone's hearts, his figure was not humble, even a little tall.

Failure is not terrible. What is terrible is that people are afraid of failure and dare not face failure. Such people are doomed to achieve nothing.

And even if Fu Changtian is defeated, he is still proud. Even if he leaves blood stains on the ground, he will leave alone and will not accept anyone's charity and mercy.

He calmly faces failure, is open-minded, has the self-esteem and pride of being a swordsman, and does not accept the charity of his opponents. Who dares to say that he will always fail?

One day, he can also be like the sword emperor Fu Cang, with a knife!

In the face of Fu Changtian's staggering figure, everyone was silent first, and then awed.

In the face of a real swordsman, everyone should give enough respect.

"Boom!"

While everyone was silent, a violent sound of sword fighting suddenly came from the distant sky. The knife gas was vertical and horizontal, tearing the empty space, and the overflowing knife gas made everyone suddenly change color.

Everyone hurriedly raised their heads and suddenly saw two arrogant figures. In the void war, each holding a long knife and killing each other in an instant. The knife is powerful and domineering, making everyone can't help but change color.

The two fought fiercely in the void, and the air wave rolled, and the knife gas was like electricity, smashing the endless void and scattering the clouds in the sky, making the sun and the moon dim.

From the endless distance under the sky, they fought hundreds of moves and got closer and closer. Finally, they came to the Sword Villa. They looked at each other with a peak and a mountain with knives. Their eyes were like cold electricity, intertwined in the void, emitting horrible electric sparks.

"It's them!" Ye Qingyan raised his eyebrows and said, with a rare trace of solemnity in his eyes.

"Ao Tian Dao Ao Tian!"

"Magic Sword Emperor Shitian!"

Someone exclaimed. Obviously, both of them are the top figures of knives, and the world is familiar with them.

Ao Tian Dao Ao Tian, a generation of heroes from Flame City, and Bai Qingyu and others are listed as several supreme heroes in Flame City. He also cultivates Dao Dao and is the heir of Ao Tian Dao.

Di Shitian comes from a super horrible family of Modao. His identity is extremely mysterious and inherits a magic knife. In Tianyang Imperial City, he fought a bloody battle with Ye Qingyan, and finally lost by a margin.

"Three of the five descendants of the Sword Emperor have come. I don't know if the last two will also come to disturb the situation?" Ziyue suddenly said that the smile at the corners of her mouth was a little gloating.

The five ancient knife emperors, the knife emperor Fu Cang, the proud sword emperor, and the demon sword emperor are three of them.

"It turns out that they are all descendants of the Emperor Dao, no wonder!"

Ye Qingyan suddenly realized that in those years, he guessed that these two people must have a mysterious knife inheritance, but he never knew what it was. Now he didn't realize it until he heard Ziyue talk about it.

It's all after the Sword Emperor, and the inheritance is naturally the unique learning of the Sword Emperor!

"The Heavenly Sword was defeated!"

Di Shitian's head was full of purple hair, and the purple pupils bloomed. He sneered and said, "Fu Changtian really lost face to Tiandao. After being the same sword emperor as you, my emperor Shitian is ashamed!"

The whole scene is silent.

Fu Changtian's staggering away figure stagnated in an instant, and a deep anger flashed in his eyes. He took a deep breath and said indifferently, "People make mistakes, horses lose their hoofs!"

"Losing is losing, and all the reasons are excuses to hide your incompetence!"

Di Shitian sneered repeatedly, "If you are not good at learning, don't come out and be ashamed!"

Fu Changtian's eyes were full of anger. He slowly turned around and stared at the cold Emperor Shitian, and suddenly burst into a trembling horrible knife.

"What, do you want to do it with me?"

Di Shitian was stunned, and then sneered and said, "Even if you are not in the heyday state, let alone your seriously injured body now?"

Fu Changtian gritted his teeth, snorted coldly, took out a round jade elixir from the space ring, took it up and did not leave. He sat on the ground and stared at Di Shitian with a sneer at the corners of his mouth.

Di Shitian no longer paid attention to Fu Changtian. With his always arrogant mentality, the loser was not qualified to let him pay attention to it. He turned to Jian Wuchen, narrowed his purple pupils, and slowly said, "Are you Jian Wuchen? The descendant of the contemporary sword? Did you just defeat Fu Changtian?

Three questions in a row, the tone is calm, but the aggressiveness in the tone is difficult to hide.