Are you all after the heroine? I married that female devil

Mo Dan looked sideways. The black cloak wrapped the speaker tightly. A hideous scar extended downward from the man's left eye like a centipede. Behind him was a long knife wrapped in cloth. The ominous aura exuded by the long knife made Mo Dan Li Wuyou frowned at the same time.

The identity of this one-eyed man is about to be revealed. He is as famous as the Heavenly Sword Murong Lianshan, the Demon Sword Fengchen.

"We know each other. We've had drinks together several times, but I didn't expect that the famous Demon Sword would come to the Heroes' Banquet." Li Wuyou said leisurely while shaking the wine gourd. Since the name of Demon Sword spread throughout the world, no one has seen Feng Chen. When attending the Heroes' Banquet, everyone thought that the Demon Sword didn't like the excitement, but they didn't expect that he would come this time.

"How dare I bear such a big name in front of you two?" Feng Chen looked at the two of them with a single eye, his eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of black cloth, as dark as night, with a touch of coldness. Why? Will he come to the Heroes' Banquet? He did not answer, because he came here following the will of the sword.

When Mo Dan and Li Wuyou saw this, they didn't ask any questions and continued to focus their attention below.

At this moment, with everyone's attention focused on Murong Lianshan, he was already a little impatient, and the long knife made a cold friction sound in the scabbard.

"Cang Lang!" The long sword with a snow-white cold light slowly came out of its sheath and came into view, causing bursts of exclamations from the surrounding people.

"The Heavenly Sword is out of its sheath!"

"Hey, that boy is going to be in trouble!"

"Who is this young man? He is so bold and dares to challenge the Heavenly Sword."

The second most famous sword in the world, Heavenly Sword Ji Hong!

As soon as the heavenly sword came out, the sabers of many swordsmen present trembled, as if they were surrendering.

Feng Chen held the neighing demon sword to himself and comforted him softly: "You will have a battle, but not now."

In comparison, the "ordinary" long sword in Shen Yian's hand is much inferior, and it is outclassed by Jihong in terms of special effects alone.

"Boy, you are a junior, how about I give you three moves." Murong Lianshan looked at Shen Yian and sneered.

"Three moves? Senior Tiandao is really generous, so I'd rather be respectful than obey."

Shen Yi'an raised his lips slightly. This is what he said himself. Anyone present can testify to the three moves. Since everyone is almost here, let the show begin.

The sword pointed at Murong Lianshan. The moment the latter's eyelids dropped, Shen Yian moved, and an afterimage remained on the spot. At a distance of twenty meters, he was already in front of Murong Lianshan, and the tip of the sword was only a palm away from the opponent's neck.

Murong Lianshan's eyes trembled, and the cold intention of death made all the cells in his body tremble. As the sword tip approached, he finally moved, his body racing against the god of death, and he retreated crazily.

All this happened almost in the blink of an eye, and the low-level melon-eating people were confused, what happened, what just happened?

The expressions of Mo Dan and other masters became serious at the same time. Shen Yi'an drew his sword so fast that most of them didn't even catch up with their eyes.

There are also some masters who subconsciously reach out to touch their necks. If they were to meet this sword as fast as wind and thunder, would they be able to react?

Murong Lianshan withdrew nearly ten steps back. The lingering fear lingered in his heart for a long time. It was not an illusion. The young man in front of him could really choke him with a sword.

This sword completely made him put away his playful attitude. It was interesting, but he had to be more serious, otherwise he would be laughed at.

"Senior Tiandao, your response is good." Shen Yian maintained the posture of handing the sword forward and praised with a smile.

Hearing this, Murong Lianshan's face darkened, and just as he was about to move, a trace of blood that was almost too subtle to be ignored appeared from his neck.

While Murong Lianshan was stunned, Shen Yi'an dodged and handed out another sword. This sword was simple and simple, just the simplest slashing action. The long sword carried sword shadows and slashed towards the opponent's shoulder. The latter raised the sword in time to block it. Swords clashed, and both sides instantly erupted with a terrifying force that tore apart the floor tiles under their feet and the surrounding buildings.

"This is your second move, Senior Heavenly Sword, and the next is your third move."

Shen Yi'an used his strength to fly into the air and looked down at Murong Lianshan. The latter was waiting for three moves to counterattack.

Qinglian Sword Technique·Fourth Style·The Heavenly Lotus Leaves Are Infinitely Green! (Excerpted from "Sent Off to Lin Zifang at Dawn at Jingci Temple")

Everyone subconsciously looked up at the sky. In the blue sky, a little water ripple stirred up thousands of ripples, and endless lotus leaves emerged.

All the sword cultivators present had their eyes widened, especially those with extremely high levels of swordsmanship, such as Mo Dan, Li Wuyou, and the master of the Qinglan Sword Sect, whose eyes could not hide the look of astonishment.

"This is the artistic conception, the artistic conception of the sword. How is this possible!" Cold sweat broke out on the Qinglan Sword Sect's head. This kind of thing only exists in legends. It makes people completely sympathize with it. How could it be possible for a young man to empathize with the artistic conception of the sword? When it is displayed, is the other party the kind of old monster who rejuvenates his youth? !

The most recent and most famous person who can display the artistic conception of the sword is Chu Fengge, the poet and swordsman from hundreds of years ago.

Is this the Qinglian sword technique? Impossible, Qinglian swordsmanship has disappeared with Chu Fengge long ago, how could it reappear in the world.

While the leader of the Qinglan Sword Sect was thinking wildly, Shen Yi'an was hanging upside down in the sky and had finished gathering his strength. He pointed his sword downward at Murong Lian Mountain. Countless lotus leaves formed by the sword energy gathered into a green waterfall and poured down. The sword energy was overwhelming the streets below.

Murong Lianshan no longer cared about saving face. This move would be fatal, so he immediately used his strongest move to fight against it.

Poji·Heavenly Slash!

The violent aura was vented crazily from Jihong, the white light shone, and the true energy was like the turbulent waves of the sea under the hurricane. The shadow of the dozens of meters long knife hit half of the street. Murong Lianshan held the handle of the knife with one hand, his arms The veins on his body popped out, and he dragged the long knife with all his strength and slashed it into the sky.

From a distance, it looked like a white mountain range flying up and crashing into the torrent of cyan waterfall. When the two collided, the huge Qinglan City began to shake crazily, the earth collapsed, and all the remaining clouds in the sky were torn apart. Some people with low level of strength were almost shocked and spit out a mouthful of blood in the aftermath.

Some young people who had just entered the martial arts world were dumbfounded. Is this really the martial arts world they imagined? This is totally a fight between gods!

Shen Yi'an controlled the power of this sword very well, and quickly consumed the destructive power of Murong Lianshan's sword bit by bit, avoiding too much damage to Qinglan City.

The two sides faced off for tens of seconds. The tens of meters long sword was the first to shatter, and the remaining lotus leaves flew towards Murong Lianshan with undiminished power.

"Go away!"

Jihong danced wildly in Murong Lianshan's hands, and dozens of continuous sword energy shattered all the lotus leaves.

Shen Yi'an carried the sword on his back with one hand and floated behind Murong Lianshan with the other.

"Three moves have passed, Senior Tian Dao, you are defeated."

"Boy, you won't lose strength after using this move, will you?" Murong Lianshan slowly turned around and looked at Shen Yian, who was pretending to be a master, and said sarcastically.

"There is no point in continuing." Shen Yian sighed sincerely.

"Really? I think it's very meaningful and interesting!"

Murong Lianshan's eyes widened angrily, his blade turned towards Shen Yian and he took a sudden step. His expression changed in the next second.

"Pfft!"