Chapter 223 The Peak Showdown of Young People's Kendo!

"The strongest thing for me is the sword!"

Jin Ziyang stood proudly in the void, his purple robe flew and flew wildly, and his eyes were full of sword spirit. He stared at Ye Qingyan and said proudly.

"Oh?" Ye Qingyan was slightly stunned, and a touch of joke flashed in his eyes. He smiled and said, "It's a coincidence that Ye's strongest is also a sword!"

"I know that your strongest trick must be the sword in your hand!"

Jin Ziyang looked at Ye Qingyan deeply and then said, "I heard that you had made a ten- moves appointment with your uncle, but in the end, to everyone's surprise, you actually won the battle and survived ten moves under the emperor's sword!"

"Uncle even passed on your swordsmanship, as well as the sword emperor's secret, and even gave you the title of King Xiaoyao. Speaking of which, your current identity is not lower than that of me. With the title sent by the current sword emperor, no one dares to despise you!"

"You can make the emperor's eyes above the top value it. The talent of the sword must be superior to vulgarity and extraordinary vulgarity!"

Jin Ziyang stared at Ye Qingyan with those deep eyes and said in a low voice, "Do you know why I still proposed to compete with you while knowing that your swordsmanship is good!"

"Because you want to prove to the predecessor of the Sword Emperor that you are better than him!" A wave flashed in Ye Qingyan's eyes and said indifferently.

"Not bad!" Jin Ziyang sneered and said, "You must also know the identity of the sword emperor Nangong's death. He came from the Tianjin Empire and was the king's uncle. In those years, because of the competition for the throne, the emperor's uncle was young and inevitably became a victim of the court struggle!"

"But who knew that this royal abandoned son had the kendo talent that shocked the mainland!"

"In just a few decades, he swept the world with a sword, became the emperor with his sword, became one of the six strongest people in kendo, and became the respected sword emperor of the mainland!"

A sharp brilliance flashed in Jin Ziyang's eyes. For this person, he must also be extremely admired. In adversity, he became the strongest at the peak and turned defeat into victory. The death of Jianhuang Nangong is enough to win anyone's respect!

"But do you know that ten years ago, in front of my eyes, my father was defeated by him with a sword. For him, the lives of a generation of emperors were just taken away without mercy!"

"That style is indeed unmatched!"

Jin Ziyang's eyes were faint, and then said coldly, "For the Sword Emperor, it is just a cornerstone of his undefeated myth, but for me, the Heavenly Gold Empire, for me, it is a great shame!"

The sword emperor Nangong passed away, cultivated the peerless swordsmanship, became the spirit of the emperor, defeated the emperor with a sword, and naturally won endless glory for him, but for the Tianjin Empire, it was a great shame!

And shame can only be washed with blood!

Jin Ziyang has only one goal of practicing swords since he was a child, that is, one day, under the attention of the public, he will defeat the death of the Sword Emperor Nangong, so that he can also taste the taste of crawling on the ground and begging for mercy.

But he also knows how strong the Sword Emperor is. If he wants to defeat him, I'm afraid it will be impossible in his life. He is a genius, but the Sword Emperor is talented and has long been above everyone. If he wants to catch up, it will be difficult to heaven!

"Uncle passed on his lifelong learning. You can be regarded as his only descendant. If he defeats you, he can save a little face!"

Jin Ziyang stands proudly in the void, his black hair is like thick ink, dancing in the wind, and his eyes emitting a cold glow, which seems to be cold and ruthless, and does not pay attention to everything in the world.

"It also depends on whether you have that ability!"

Ye Qingyan sneered and wanted to step on him and make the sword emperor ashamed. The idea is good. He can be regarded as a descendant of the Sword Emperor. If he is defeated by Jin Ziyang in full view of the public, he will definitely damage the face of the sword emperor, but does Jin Ziyang look down on him too much, or does he think too highly of himself?

Even though his swordsmanship is good, the sword in Ye Qingyan's hand has never been afraid of others!

If you want to fight, then fight, and I will accompany you to the end!

Ye Qingyan carried his hands on his back, stood proudly in the void, let the wind dance, his clothes flew, and sneered in his heart.

"King Ziyang's sword comes out of the sheath, and Ye Xiaoyao will undoubtedly fail!"

Xuanfeng's eyes were hot, staring at Jin Ziyang, with worship in his eyes. Obviously, he was very confident in Jin Ziyang's swordsmanship.

"It is said that this Ye Xiaoyao's kendo talent is extremely high, rare in the world, and even valued by the Sword Emperor. I don't know whether it's true or not?" Liu Xufei stared at Ye Qingyan and muttered to himself.

"Purple gold sword, get out of the sheath!"

Jin Ziyang shouted violently, and a hot glow flashed in his eyes. A purple gold glow crossed by. Jin Ziyang's right hand was empty, and a sword had been held in the palm of his hand.

The whole body of the sword is purple and gold, about three feet three inches long and three fingers wide. The shape is extremely exquisite and simple, which makes people know its extraordinary thing at a glance.

"The sword name is Zijin, which is a sword of the emperor of my Heavenly Gold Empire tens of thousands of years ago. He followed his life and has never failed!" Jin Ziyang's eyes slowly swept the purple sword, and his eyes were gentle like a lover's kiss. After talking about the separation, they met again, and then his eyes turned and stared.

"Zixiao Sword, out of the sheath!"

Ye Qingyan slowly stretched out his right hand, five fingers into claws, and slowly rotated in the void. Between the palms, a touch of noble and dazzling purple, the void flashed, followed by a noble purple sword, suddenly appeared, and was clenched by Ye Qingyan in the palm of his hand.

Zixiao Sword, in this world!

The sword is soaring to the air, and the sword spirit is sharp!

"The name of the sword is Zixiao, which is the sword of the sword demon Murong Jue. He fought with him and did not lose!"

With a brush, Ye Qingyan drew a sword in the void, and the sword flower appeared. Then he held the purple sword, and the tip of the sword pointed diagonally to the ground, with one hand behind his back, and said lightly.

"Ye Xiaoyao, it's about my royal glory. From now on, I won't show mercy!"

Jin Ziyang stepped on the void and stood proudly. He had a sword in his hand, and the sword spirit in his eyes was rampant, and the breath around his body suddenly soared. The sword spirit was wanton and flamboyant, and the sword spirit rushed straight to the nine heavens!

"Fight with me in your peak state, otherwise, you will lose without any suspense!"

Ye Qingyan said proudly that he is persistent about the sword. If the sword in his hand is defeated by others, what else will he fight with others?

"Only the best of love can be the best of the sword!"

Ye Qingyan muttered to himself, with clearness and confused entanglement and entanglement in his eyes. This sentence was what the Sword Emperor once said to him. Ye Qingyan had been unable to understand, and at that moment, he seemed to understand something vaguely, but he could not grasp it, which made his heart extremely painful.

"Ye Qingyan, take over, extremely golden swordsmanship!"

Jin Ziyang scolded lightly, his body was like electricity, and his long sword swept in the air. The sword light was fierce and unparalleled. It turned into a vast golden sea and stormed into Ye Qingyan in the air.

"Canghai Swordsmanship!"

Ye Qingyan's purple sword pointed diagonally to the sky and walked with the sword. The purple sword was extremely deep and shot directly into the nine heavens. He chopped with a sword in the void, and the endless sword spirit rushed to Jin Ziyang, who was dancing with swords continuously.

Ye Qingyan waved his sword, and his sword was surging, as if in the ocean. A sword came out, split the waves and stepped on the water. He was so free and elegant, and his demeanor was indeed extraordinary.

"With this sword, these two people's understanding of kendo in the young generation must have reached its peak!"

Liu Xufei looked at the two people who waved their swords freely in the void and sincerely sighed that if you don't have talent, it will be in vain no matter how hard you try. You can't understand the sword skills that you can't understand for ten years. Maybe those kendo geniuses can be broken at a glance. This is the gap, and you can't accept it.

"I didn't expect Ye Xiaoyao to have such a profound understanding. He already has his own understanding of the sword, which is really not simple!"

Xuanfeng is terrified. Jin Ziyang's talent for kendo is very clear. He is convinced that if he is given enough time, there will definitely be another kendo emperor who can compare with the sword emperor.

"Today, the two fight, I'm afraid it's the peak of Kendo in the young generation!" Ye Han was shocked. He always knew that Ye Qingyan was very perverted, but he did not know that he was so perverted that he had such a terrible talent for kendo.

"Ye Xiaoyao, you didn't disappoint me, and the sword in your hand also didn't disappoint me!"

Jin Ziyang holds a purple sword, stands proudly in the void, looks up to the sky and roars, and is extremely excited.

"Jin Ziyang, your swordsmanship is not bad, but if you are at this level, I advise you to admit defeat earlier, otherwise you will be very miserable!"

Ye Qingyan stepped on the void, holding a purple sword, and let his black hair fly. He looked up to the sky and roared. His momentum soared, and his tone suddenly became extremely fierce.