On the eighth day of the lunar month, there are no clouds:

Up and down Tianjian Mountain, the lights are colorful, jubilant, and it is not prosperous.

This day, for the disciples of Heavenly Sword Mountain, is a great day that has not been encountered in a thousand years.

The chief disciple Jian Wuxian took over the former head of the sect Jian Chen, and after taking charge of Tianjian Mountain, he swept through the heroes of Kyushu with the momentum of thunder, allowing them to replace Penglai Pavilion in Tianjian Mountain, and become the new generation of overlords of Kyushu Immortal Cultivation.

And this is the eighth day of the lunar month, which is the day when Jian Wuxian succeeds as the leader of the True Immortal Alliance and holds a ceremony.

In addition, today is also a big day for the Sword Palm Sect to marry Ling Shuanghua, the first beauty in Kyushu.

A true double happiness is coming!

Jian Wuxian was dressed in a gorgeous golden robe, sitting on the first seat of the main hall, as if he was dominating the world, overlooking all the living beings below.

These are ants, ants that he has trampled underfoot!

"Congratulations to the Sword Palm Sect for becoming the leader of the True Immortal Alliance and marrying Fairy Ling, the first beauty in Kyushu. It's really a double happiness, congratulations! ”

At this moment, Zhuge Thunder took the lead in stepping forward, bowed his hand to the sword without a trace, and presented a 5,000-year-old emerald coral tree.

Jian Wuxian was in a very good mood today, bowing his head slightly to show his return salute.

Immediately, after he said "rejoicing, rejoicing", he ordered his subordinates to receive gifts.

The other major sects and families in Kyushu basically all sent heavyweights to send valuable gifts to congratulate them. The atmosphere of the main hall is joyful. Completely forgetting that the hands of the killing god in front of him were still stained with the blood of their fellow disciples.

Just as the guests of honor were talking happily, a loud voice came from Uchiyama.

"Fairy Ling has arrived!"

Suddenly, the hustle and bustle of the audience came to an abrupt end.

Regardless of the guest of honor, everyone's eyes were all looking in the direction of the door.

There are six young women in gorgeous clothes and delicate faces in the front and back.

Among them was Ling Shuanghua, who was wearing a red wedding dress.

At this time, Ling Shuanghua was wearing a red phoenix crown, full of smoke, and her long skirt was just like a rose blooming at her feet. She gave birth to lotus step by step, and the fairy light lingered, like a fairy above the nine heavens, unstained with fireworks in the world.

Beauty!

It's breathtakingly beautiful!

Regardless of men, women, young and old, they were all amazed by Ling Shuanghua's peerless elegance at this moment, and they couldn't say a word in shock.

They finally understood now why Jian Wuxian insisted on marrying Ling Shuanghua.

Who doesn't love such beautiful jade?

Jian Wuxian was moved, and quickly got up and stepped forward.

"Frost Bloom!"

He called Ling Shuanghua's name and wanted to take her little hand.

However, he was dodged by Ling Shuanghua and pounced directly.

In front of everyone's eyes, the sword's traceless hand froze in mid-air, looking very embarrassed.

When he arrived, his face sank, and he was so gloomy that he almost dripped water.

"Ling Shuanghua, you're about to become my sword traceless woman, don't you even let me touch a hand?"

Ling Shuanghua lifted the phoenix crown, looked directly at the sword without a trace, and said word by word: "Only the first person in Kyushu is qualified to touch me Ling Shuanghua!" ”

Jian Wuxian was stunned when he heard this, looked around left and right, and laughed loudly: "Haha, now the ten heaven-level sects in Kyushu and the four super families have all surrendered to the feet of my Jian Wuji. Even your old immortal grandfather is no match for me. ”

"Ling Shuanghua, let you say it yourself, my sword without a trace is not the first person in Kyushu, who is the first person in Kyushu?"

Ling Shuanghua looked at Jian Wuxian who was laughing wildly, and sneered coldly.

"Hehe, before the Xianmen Martial Arts, he also swore like this. said that he would definitely be able to take the top spot, but what was the final result? ”

Before Ling Shuanghua's words landed, Jian Wu's face sank completely, almost condensing into ice.

Li Chen, this is the pain of his life!

And Ling Shuanghua exposed his scars so mercilessly in front of the public, which made the sword that had always been higher than the sky traceless, how could he not be annoyed and angry?

He didn't say a word, he raised his arm violently and slapped Ling Shuanghua with a loud slap.

"Smack!"

Ling Shuanghua was slapped back again and again, and blood oozed from the corners of her mouth. The women who escorted him were also frightened at this moment and screamed again and again.

Seeing this sudden scene, the audience immediately fell silent, and no one could figure out which play this was singing?

In this regard, they did not know the truth, and they did not dare to come forward to dissuade them, so as not to encounter the disaster of the pond fish.

At this moment, Ling Shuanghua covered her somewhat red and swollen cheeks, raised her arrogant head, and looked at Jian Wuxian without fear.

At the moment, there was no anger on her face.

On the contrary, it is full of smug smiles.

"Haha, the sword is traceless, let me poke at the sore spot, are you annoyed?"

Sword Without a Trace was furious again, just as he raised his arm again, ready to fan Ling Shuanghua.

Ling Shuanghua smiled recklessly: "Haha, let's fight, even if you beat me to death today, it won't change the fact that you were his defeated general." You're not as good as him, you're not as good as him, you're not as good as him! ”

In the last three sentences, "You are not as good as him", Ling Shuanghua almost roared. Her willow eyebrows were upside down, and her apricot eyes were wide open, like an angry little leopard.

After finishing speaking, she decisively closed her eyes and looked like she was at home.

Looking at Ling Shuanghua, who was completely unafraid, Sword Without a Trace felt like he was almost about to explode.

His hands froze in mid-air, but they didn't fall in the end.

Sword Traceless was like an angry beast, roaring hysterically at Ling Shuanghua.

"Ling Shuanghua, you wait, one day, I will let you see with your own eyes, how did Li Chen kneel down in front of my sword without a trace like a dead dog?"

"Go, come with me to the chapel!"

After speaking, Jian Wuxian grabbed Ling Shuanghua's arm very roughly.

Ling Shuanghua subconsciously wanted to break away from the sword without a trace, but he didn't.

In the course of the dispute, her sleeve robe was lifted, revealing her white and tender arms like lotus roots.

Seeing Ling Shuanghua's arm, the sword's traceless pupils contracted suddenly, and she tore her sleeve open, as if looking for something.

"What are you doing?"

Ling Shuanghua didn't expect this sword without a trace to tear her clothes in front of the public, so she violently broke free from his restraints.

Jian Wuji's eyes widened in anger and questioned hysterically.

"Where's your Shoumiyasha?"

Hearing the words "Shougong Sand", Ling Shuanghua couldn't help but chuckle in her heart.

His natural palace sand subsided on its own after being asked for by Li Chen for the first time. The Shougong sand that Li Chen painted for her also gradually faded with the passage of time.

Thinking of this, she finally understood, why did Jian Wuxian lose his temper just now?

Seeing that Ling Shuanghua didn't pay attention to him at all, Jian Wuxian roared hysterically like an angry lion.

"I'm asking you, where is your Shougong Sha, where is Shougong Sha?"

Ling Shuanghua still bit her lip tightly and didn't answer.

"Did he take it away?"

Ling Shuanghua still bit her lip tightly, almost bleeding, and didn't answer the words of Jian Wuxi.

However, this time, there was obviously a strange light in her eyes.

This strange appearance naturally can't escape the eyes of the sword without a trace.

At this moment, his eyes were almost about to erupt with anger, but the woman he loved was taken a blood by his undying old enemy, how could he not be angry?

Jian Wuxian burned with rage, and he slapped the stone table in front of him into powder with a sudden palm.

"Li Chen, I'm going to kill you, kill you, kill you!"

The furious sound, like a rolling raging wave, broke through the roof of the main hall and went straight into the nine heavens.

Watching the rubble fall from the sky, the audience was dead silent.

Everyone was stunned, silent, for fear that if they said the wrong word, they would also become the object of Jian Wuxi's anger like that poor stone table.

There are still many people who gloat in their hearts, wanting to see this wedding, and how should it end up?

However, before Jian Wuji's beast-like roar landed on the ground, a shout that resounded through the heavens and the earth suddenly came from outside the mountain gate.

"Li Chen of Xingchen Pavilion, come to worship the mountain!"

(End of chapter)