"Woman! Why is the Zhuxian Sword in your hands?" This time, Yang Jian completely ignored the promise of not moving. He flew back dozens of steps, and at the same time stretched out his hand and summoned the three-pointed two-edged sword again.

However, although the weapon returned to his own hands, Yang Jian still couldn't feel any sense of security. Who made Gu Xuanyuan hold such a terrifying Zhuxian Sword?

"Is there anything strange about the Zhuxian Sword in my hands?" Gu Xuanyuan shook a sword flower. "Thirty moves have not arrived, but you have broken your promise. Is it my winning?"

"..." Yang Jian's face instantly swollen like a pig's liver. This embarrassing look is rare in the wise, magical and handsome, Erlang Zhenjun Yang Jian.

"It's Ben Zhenjun who lost, I keep my word!" Yang Jian was still the Erlang Zhenjun who had a word and readily admitted his failure. However, Yang Jian continued, "But Ben Zhenjun is not convinced. You are just relying on the Zhuxian Sword in your hand. If you don't have the sharpness of the Zhuxian Sword, you will not be a match for Ben Zhenjun no matter what."

"Where did the dignified Zhenjun Erlang come from so much nonsense?" Gu Xuanyuan was not so angry at Yang Jian at all, and said with contempt. "If you don't want to keep your promise and fight again, I, Gu Xuanyuan, will accompany you to the end."

"Nonsense! Once the words of the Lord are spoken, they are hard to pursue. The words they say are never discounted. The Lord has just admitted that they have fallen into the trap. The 1,200 grass-headed gods and the snatched dogs under my command will immediately withdraw from the battlefield and never break their promises." After Yang Jian's words, a portion of the clouds separated from the golden clouds in the sky, slowly retreating in the direction they came. In just a few minutes, it disappeared without a trace, as if it had not come outside Yuzhang City.

"What do you mean by Erlang Zhenjun?" Gu Xuanyuan's face relaxed a lot, and then asked.

"In addition to my 1200 grass-headed gods, there are 50,000 heavenly soldiers and generals in the Heavenly Court. If all these 50,000 heavenly soldiers and generals attack Yuzhang City, you may also suffer heavy losses." Yang Jian put out his bargaining chips.

"I wonder what Your Highness Erlang Zhenjun wants me to do, so I am willing to return these 50,000 heavenly soldiers and generals?" Gu Xuanyuan looked through Yang Jian's intention and asked back.

"It's very simple. You and I will fight again, but you are not allowed to use the Zhuxian Sword. You must change another sword." After a long time, it turned out that Yang Jian's purpose was this.

"The information from the Sword Committee is very clear. The Erlang Zhenjun Yang Jian is a very proud person. Being defeated by me, a human, without using the use of Liberation of Sword Girl will inevitably embarrass him on the face, so he must defeat me again."

"But the Zhuxian Sword in my hand has an extremely high damage bonus to all Yuangangs who are higher than the dragon level. Even Yang Jian's Nine-Turn Profound Art cannot resist the sword energy of the Zhuxian Sword. So as long as the Zhuxian Sword is held in my hands, Yang Jian will not have the courage to continue fighting with me, so he insists that I give up the Zhuxian Sword in my hand."

Within a few words, Gu Xuanyuan guessed Yang Jian's thoughts thoroughly.

"I'm afraid this can't be done!" Gu Xuanyuan shook his head and said, "My current situation is a bit special. My arm is already connected with the Zhuxian Sword. I can't let go of the Zhuxian Sword at all. I'm afraid I'll disappoint Erlang Zhenjun."

"Connect into one?" The third eye on the forehead of Erlang Zhenjun Yang Jian suddenly opened, and a vermilion red light suddenly shot out from his third eye, directly shooting on the palm of Gu Xuanyuan holding the Zhuxian Sword tightly.

After a while, Yang Jian's third eye closed again, nodded with a serious expression and said, "Yes, you really can't put down the Zhuxian Sword now."

"Since that's the case, let's ask Zhenjun Erlang to fulfill his promise and leave quickly. I will deal with these 50,000 heavenly soldiers and generals, so I won't have to worry about Zhenjun Erlang." Gu Xuanyuan said immediately.

"It's better!" Yang Jian still didn't give up. "You can still use the Zhuxian Sword, but you are not allowed to use any sword essence, and I don't use any immortal power. You and I will fight with a simple body on this city wall. What's the winning or losing?"

Yang Jian’s proposal sounds very fair, but in fact it is very unfair. What kind of martial arts does Yang Jian practice? It is the famous Nine-Turn Mysterious Art, which is the most profound method of becoming a saint in the world. What is exercised is the power of the physical body.

Even if Yang Jian did not use the immortal power at this time, it would be the strength of the Yu-level Yuangang. But on the contrary, if Gu Xuanyuan was not allowed to use Jiansu, the gap between his body and Yang Jian was like a high-speed rail and a green train, and it was not above the same level at all.

"Hmph!" Gu Xuanyuan saw through Yang Jian's thoughts and snorted coldly, "Erlang Zhenjun really has the face to speak. It's better for me to use sword energy. Erlang Zhenjun uses sword energy to compete. The weapons between you and me do not meet each other, and Erlang Zhenjun doesn't have to worry about being hurt by my Zhuxian Sword."

"..." Yang Jian was so choked by Gu Xuanyuan that he couldn't speak. The opinions put forward by Gu Xuanyuan sounded fair, but in fact they were as unfair as the methods proposed by Yang Jian. Yang Jian was proficient in physical melee combat. Although he had excellent attainments on the three-pointed and two-edged sword, Yang Jian had never carefully studied the method of sword energy, because his strong close-fitting ability did not require him to study such a method.

On the contrary, every sword holder is very proficient in sword energy. After all, the sword holder dares not expose his body to the enemy's direct attack. Therefore, if he competes with sword energy and sword energy, the one who will definitely lose is Yang Jian.

"Ah..." Erlang Shen Yang Jian's face turned red, and he wanted to shout loudly to vent his depression, but he was the dignified Erlang Zhenjun Yang Jian. If he really wanted to yell like this, he would lose all his reputation.

Just when Yang Jian felt unimaginable, Gu Xuanyuan on the opposite side suddenly said quietly, "It is not difficult for me to compete according to Erlang Zhenjun's method. Only one condition for Erlang Zhenjun to agree to me."

"What conditions do you want?" Yang Jian asked immediately impatiently.

"Simple, if I lose, I will naturally let Erlang Zhenjun deal with it. But if I win, Erlang Zhenjun will serve me Yuzhang City for 30 years? I don't need Erlang Zhenjun to serve tea and water. I just need Erlang Zhenjun to move your cave to the nearby mountains. If there are unsightly Yuan Kou who dares to offend me Yuzhang City, I hope Erlang Zhenjun will fight for me Yuzhang City first."
Chapter completed!