My Wife is A Sword God

Qin Feng nodded in a daze.

Looking at his wife, who still emitted a faint golden light all around her.

He had a strong feeling that his wife at this moment had become even stronger.

Strong to an unimaginable extent!

Liu Jianli still held the Cold Water Sword in her right hand, and then made a move with her left hand.

In the Ten Thousand Sword Formation, the Purple Thunder Divine Sword, serving as the foundation of the formation, flew into her hands.

Surrounding the divine sword, the arcs of lightning surged again, even more intense than before, as if it was excited.

The sound of the sword was like the roar of thunder!

“No, it’s impossible!” The soul of the Flame Gu within the demon and god’s hair emitted a sharp sound, sounding extremely shocked.

It wanted to turn around and escape, but the water vapor around it turned into a prison in an instant, sealing it inside.

Liu Jianli turned her head and looked at the soul of the Flame Gu, her smile fading, her eyes calm like a tranquil autumn water.

She lifted her left hand and gently waved the Purple Thunder Divine Sword.

There was no exaggerated sword aura, and the movement was as natural as a graceful dance.

But in this calmness, a terrifying power was hidden.

In the space where the soul of the Flame Gu was, it seemed as if a piece of white paper cut in half by scissors, split in two, accompanied by a sharp and miserable scream.

This monstrous beast that had participated in the Night of the Divine Feast ultimately met its end with its soul extinguished.

However, the black demonic hair did not disappear with Liu Jianli’s sword move; instead, it fell with the wind.

On the other side, the ghost-faced man who was fighting against Yue Hexuan, seeing the Flame Gu being killed and the demonic hair once again ownerless, no longer lingered in the battle.

With just a flash, he appeared in front of the demonic hair, and then his right hand tightly grasped it!

“You dare to distract yourself while fighting me.” Yue Hexuan said coldly.

A fierce wind rose around, invisible wind blades turned into the most intense killing intent, attacking the ghost-faced man.

However, in the void, a blood-gorged mouth appeared out of nowhere, swallowing the ghost-faced man in one bite, leaving no trace of his whereabouts.

“Space technique.” Yue Hexuan’s face looked unpleasant.

Without the ghost-faced man, the remaining group of black-clothed individuals was nothing more than a mob.

In just the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, all the peak masters of the Myriad Sword Sect subdued them.

Yue Hexuan’s original plan was to leave some survivors to investigate the true mastermind behind the scenes.

However, unexpectedly, at the moment when the black-clothed individuals were subdued, their bodies swelled directly, then burst into a sky full of blood mist.

With the Flame Gu’s soul extinguished, Liu Jianli activated the sword box again, and the Cold Water Sword was put away.

She had intended to return the Purple Thunder Divine Sword to the Myriad Sword Sect but found that it had entered the sword box on its own, even squeezing the Cold Water Sword to make room.

The crisp sound of the sword echoed, as if the Cold Water Sword was expressing dissatisfaction.

But soon, the murmuring sound of flowing water was overwhelmed by the faint crackling sound of electricity.

Li Jianli shook her head, not paying attention to this insignificant matter.

She turned around again and looked at Qin Feng, her eyes were picturesque, and her red lips parted slightly: “I have done what I promised you.”

Upon hearing this, the originally tense and uneasy emotions dissipated. Qin Feng smiled, didn’t say much, just went forward and tightly embraced her.

A trace of panic flashed in Li Jianli’s eyes. The fierce battle had just ended, and many people must still be watching here.

Her cheeks blushed, and her powerful presence, capable of killing the soul of the Flame Gu, now seemed like a helpless young lady!

“It’s good that you’re back.” Qin Feng said softly.

Li Jianli widened her beautiful eyes slightly and her smile appeared. She buried her head in Qin Feng’s chest and softly murmured in agreement.

Everything else was unimportant to her.

At this moment, she just wanted to quietly enjoy this time.

The black domain dissipated, and the Ghost Head inside had long disappeared.

In the Sect Master’s, the old man, Bai Li, suddenly turned his head.

Qin Jianan stood with hands behind his back, looking in the direction of the Ten Thousand Swords Formation, rubbing his chin, and smiling: “This kid really knows how to seize an opportunity. With so many people watching, he’s not embarrassed at all.”

“When you were with her back then, it was much more embarrassing than this.” Bai Li said casually.

Qin Jianan, at his words, suddenly paused. He seemed to think of someone, his eyes showing both sadness and reminiscence.

“Unconsciously, eighteen years have passed. If she sees that Feng’er has married such an outstanding wife, she must be very happy.”

As he spoke, his expression changed, and he sighed lightly, “If only I hadn’t left her side back then.”

Old Man Baili knew that he had said the wrong thing, so he raised his eyebrows and turned away his head.

Swish!

Just then, a breaking wind sound rang out. Yue Hexuan returned to the main hall, frowned, and said, “No one was left alive.”

Old man Bai Li looked towards the sky and said lightly, “It doesn’t matter. I can probably guess what they wanted to do.”

In a guest room of a tavern, a man wearing a ghost mask was sitting by the window, pouring and drinking wine for himself.

In a moment, a figure appeared out of thin air. It was the man with the number four on his chest, also wearing a ghost mask.

“How is it, Gong Du?” the man drinking asked.

A man named Gong Du respectfully presented a black box and placed it on the table.

The man drinking the wine opened it, and inside the black box was the hair of a demon god!

“Not bad.” he remarked.

Although this deviated somewhat from his original plan to use the power of the Annihilation Thunder and the Myriad Sword Sect to exterminate the Flame Gu, at least half of the intended results were achieved.

“It’s just a pity that the ancient divine aura was completely absorbed by Liu Jianli. Otherwise, if we could seize the ancient divine aura, things would be much more convenient later on.”

“It’s my fault.” Gong Du bowed.

“It has nothing to do with you. With that old guy and Ghost Head around, I’m already satisfied to safely bring back the divine demon hair.”

After a pause, the man drinking wine spoke again, “Having absorbed the ancient divine aura, she has become the youngest Third-Rank Sword God in history.”

He chuckled, “Liu Jianli is truly an extraordinary woman in the world. As for her husband, he’s quite interesting too. He actually thought of setting up the Water Zephyr Heavenly Dragon Formation to secure the most precious moment for Liu Jianli.”

At this point, he picked up a roll of white paper from the table and recited the poems written on it, “Clouds yearn for elegant attire, flowers long for a beautiful countenance, Spring breezes brush the doorstep, dewdrops enhance the richness. If not witnessed atop the jade-like mountains, One might meet beneath the moon on the Jade Terrace.”

“What do you think of this poem?” he asked.

Gong Du shook his head, “I don’t understand these things.”

The man sighed, “Ah, you really don’t appreciate humor. This poem is only heard a few times in the mortal realm because it belongs to the Heavenly Realm.”

Tonight, the flowers are beautiful, and the moon is full.

On a giant stone atop a mountain peak in a certain location of the Myriad Sword Sect, two figures held hands.

Seeing this scene from the window, Bai Qiu, with a puffed-up face, exclaimed, “This hateful guy is occupying Senior Sister Jianli again. I had so much I wanted to talk to my Senior Sister!”

Lan Ningshuang glanced at the window with a contented expression, “Alright, Bai Qiu, eat quickly and don’t disturb Miss and Young Master.”

“Oh.” Hearing the mention of eating, Bai Qiu’s expression improved slightly.

On a giant rock, Liu Jianli rested her head gently on Qin Feng’s shoulder, wearing a faint smile on her face.

Qin Feng turned his head and, feeling sentimental, recalled the snowman they had built in the Qin mansion back then.

In order to capture the smile of the beauty in his heart, he had depicted her appearance with the snowman.

However, comparing it now, it was truly worlds apart from the real person.

Liu Jianli’s smile could even outshine the beauty of the moonlight.

And he, wanting to protect this smile.

Wanting to witness the passage of time with his wife, experiencing the changes of the world together.

“Tonight, where do you want to sleep?” Liu Jianli suddenly asked, her voice soft like a mosquito, and under the moonlight, her face blushed, looking quite charming.

“Where to sleep? Naturally in the guest room.” When Qin Feng said halfway, he suddenly realized something and his heartbeat accelerated.

He quickly changed his words, “The beds in the guest rooms at Myriad Sword Sect are too hard. I’ve had insomnia for several days in a row. I wonder if the beds in your disciple’s rooms are softer. I’d like to give it a try.”

“Okay.” Liu Jianli lowered her head, not daring to look directly at Qin Feng.

But Qin Feng was encouraging himself in his heart. Tonight, he would redeem himself and break his previous half-hour record!

It should be possible, right?

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