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

A sword mark slashed diagonally from the shoulder to the waist, and the splattered blood instantly dyed Murong Lianshan's upper body red. Just as he was furious, a continuous drizzle of invisible sword intent bloomed on his body in the space around him. Blossoming blood flowers.

"Uncle Lianshan!" Murong Yuhan's beautiful eyes widened, his lips and face lost color along with the bloody flowers, and he shouted urgently.

The crowd watching couldn't help but exclaim. The situation seemed to have decided the winner. No one would have thought that an unknown young man could defeat the famous Heavenly Sword.

Murong Lianshan didn't take another step forward. The blood overflowing from his cheeks dyed half of his face red. There was a crisp "click" sound, and the bamboo hat on his head split into two and fell to the ground. Her long hair was disheveled, covering her eagle eyes.

Shen Yi stood quietly holding his sword. He heard the opponent's sword trembling slightly. Murong Lianshan wanted to bet, bet with his life, bet on whether he would have the same backhand as before, bet on whether he could continue to fight with him. A battle.

After a long time, Murong Lianshan suddenly asked: "What's your name?"

Shen Yi'an smiled lightly: "Ye Bei'an, an ordinary swordsman."

When Shen Yi'an announced his name, everyone present burst out into an uproar.

"Ye Bei'an?! Is he the same Ye Bei'an who borrowed his sword to kill barbarians?!"

"Holy crap! He actually came to the Heroes' Banquet too!"

"Didn't some people doubt his strength before? Now it has been proved that even the Heavenly Sword is no match for him!"

"Ye Beian."

The leader of the Qinglan Sword Sect murmured, his eyes flashing, and the speed of a pair of iron balls in his hand suddenly increased, as if he was thinking about something.

"An ordinary swordsman, hahaha, so ordinary!"

Murong Lianshan tore off his clothes that looked like tattered strips of cloth and looked up to the sky and screamed.

"Ye Bei'an, I remember, you are worthy of the fifth swordsmanship rumored in the world."

"I will come to you again someday!"

After weighing the pros and cons, Murong Lianshan put away Jihong and chose to avoid its edge for the time being. Face was the least valuable and useless thing to him. What he was pursuing was the ultimate way of martial arts. Thanks to Shen Yian, that sword made him He has gained a lot of insights. After this trip, he will return to his own training place to retreat and wait for another day to fight the opponent again.

Shen Yian smiled and responded: "We're always waiting."

He actually admired Murong Lianshan's character. If it were another master at this level, the people around him would probably fight to the death with him if he got angry.

However, even if what happened today had not happened, there would have been a battle between them sooner or later.

Murong Lianshan nodded, turned around and left sadly.

"Uncle Lianshan!" Murong Yuhan broke free and ran quickly past Shen Yian with several followers, chasing after Murong Lianshan.

Is this good show over?

Of course not. Being able to defeat a top player like Tiandao is enough to prove his strength, but winning too easily will have bad effects.

Everyone is about the same height. If you, a tall man, suddenly appear, you will definitely arouse everyone's suspicion and fear. After all, big trees attract wind.

From now on, if he can suppress all the masters of the Immortal Ascension Realm in the world with just one sword, it will be a different matter.

After Murong Lianshan and Murong Yuhan were far away, Shen Yi'an blinked at Ye Liyan, who was not far away and had worried eyes. The latter was slightly startled after receiving the message.

The next second, Shen Yi'an suddenly knelt on the ground with his sword in hand as if struck by lightning, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, and his handsome face looked particularly ferocious at the moment.

"Husband?!" Ye Liyan's pretty face turned pale, and her eyes instantly turned red. She ran quickly to Shen Yian without caring about her image, and a drop of crystal drifted away from the corner of her eyes in the wind.

"Husband, are you okay?" Ye Liyan supported Shen Yi'an with anxious eyes, using her own energy to relieve his non-existent injuries.

Shen Yi'an wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and shook his head, pretending to be a white lotus and said in a gentle tone: "Fortunately, Senior Tiandao is indeed very strong. I was lucky enough to win half of the moves this time."

Seeing the girl's pear blossoms with rain, he felt really sad. Although he said hello in advance, Ye Liyan's worried look was obviously not an act.

This sudden scene caught everyone present off guard. They thought the opponent would win easily, but it turned out that they were just pretending.

Shen Yi'an's serious injury made some people with bad intentions become frightened. This man has such superb swordsmanship at a young age. He obviously has some magic secret book. If they get it, wouldn't they also be able to do it? Become such a master? !

"Damn it! How dare he hurt the Lord!" Qingyu gritted his teeth and glared in the direction Murong Lianshan was leaving, the bowstring in his hand already fully drawn.

"Don't worry, my lord is just pretending." Hidden Disaster said with a frown. In this situation, His Highness pretended to be injured to show weakness and avoid attracting wind.

Surrounded by a group of jackals, tigers and leopards, how could they easily let go of their prey once they smelled the scent of blood? His Highness would definitely have guessed this. Could it be that His Highness had other purposes?

"Be prepared to support His Highness at any time." Hidden Disaster held the handle of the knife and said solemnly.

The members of the Wuwei Department in Qinglan City are all veterans. They have been observing secretly from beginning to end and have no intention of interfering at all.

After hearing this, Qingyu glanced at the guys on the pavilion who were ready to move, and immediately understood the meaning of the hidden disaster.

"tread!"

A middle-aged man in a long gown with triangular eyes and a long sword on his back jumped onto the street, raised his hands to the two of them and said with a smile: "Young Master Ye's sword, I admire you greatly."

"Unfortunately, in addition to being a swordsman, I am also a charlatan. If Ye Shaoxia can trust me, I can heal Ye Shaoxia's injuries."

Shen Yian took a Qi-Building Pill, and with the support of Ye Liyan, he slowly stood up straight and said with a dumb smile: "Since you are a charlatan, why are you holding a short blade? Do you want to kill me?"

The man with triangular eyes had a cold look in his eyes. He hid the short knife in his long sleeve and prepared to get close to Shen Yi'an in the name of healing his wounds, thereby holding him hostage. Unexpectedly, he was seen through at a glance.

"Cang Lang!" The long sword was unsheathed and he simply stopped pretending. The man with triangular eyes pointed his sword at Shen Yian and sneered: "Young Master Ye, you should know how dangerous the world is. Hand over that swordsmanship book and I can spare your lives. "

Ye Liyan held the jade flute in one hand and said with determination, "Don't even think about hurting my husband."

"You have a strong temper, I like it." The man with triangular eyes said with a playful smile.

Shen Yi'an said nothing, silently remembering the other party's appearance and aura. He was a person who never took revenge overnight.

"Damn, I know this guy, he is from the Ten Jue Sect!"

"Ten Jue Sect? These notorious guys still dare to attend the Heroes' Banquet?!"

"How dare they steal other people's skills in front of everyone?!"

In the midst of the discussion, more than a dozen disciples from the Shijue Sect appeared and surrounded Xiang and Shen Yian.

"Elder Liu, how about sharing this peerless swordsmanship with Hanyue Palace?" An old woman with flowing silver hair led several female disciples to the street.

Liu Shangyi glanced at the old woman and sneered: "Hey, Palace Master Ning, don't you pretend to be a saint anymore?"

Ning Hui fiddled with her nail polish and said calmly: "I have never been a saint. As Elder Liu said, this is the world."

After saying that, he raised his neck and looked at the crowd and asked with a smile: "Everyone, if you want this swordsmanship, why don't you join us? Aren't you tired of standing there high up?"

"Hahahaha, Palace Master Ning is right!"