My wife is a sword god

Lan Ningshuang shouted coldly: "Tang Xuan, don't go too far!"

Under the doubtful eyes of all the guests, Tang Xuan walked into the lobby: "I'm just telling the truth, is this too much?

As we all know, in Wodagan, it is not so easy for the groom to uncover the bride's veil.

The more thought the groom puts into uncovering the fan, it also shows that the groom attaches more importance to the bride. Mr. Qin, I don’t know if I am right? "

Meng Xue and Qin Jianan looked at each other, wondering what this person meant.

Qin An's face was ugly, and he took a step forward: "My eldest brother's wedding can be revealed however he wants, and it has nothing to do with you!"

Tang Xuan turned his head and looked up after hearing this, his smile disappeared, and he said with a cold expression: "I'm talking to your eldest brother, why are you interrupting? Is the Qin family so unruly?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Boss Mo waved his sleeve, and a strong wind went straight through the lobby, shaking Qin Ansheng to the beams beside him, making a loud bang.

"An'er!" Qin Jianan and Er Niang exclaimed.

All the guests took a deep breath.

Lan Ningshuang and Xing Sheng stepped forward and glared at the situation. Looking at the situation, they seemed ready to start a fight if they disagreed. Some of the guests sitting outside had even sneaked away.

The clay figurine was still angry, but Qin Feng could no longer bear it. He stepped forward and said expressionlessly: "What do you want?"

"Master Qin, what do you mean? I just want to follow the etiquette."

"Then I will listen to your etiquette."

"Generally speaking, if you want to unveil the fan, the bridegroom has to write a poem about fanning. However, Mr. Qin is a student of the literary sage, so a poem about fanning is not a problem. If you really want to do this, it would be a bit boring. Got it

How about this, the two of us each write a poem and discuss and compare it with each other, which can add a bit of fun to the wedding. What do you think? "After he finished speaking, Tang Xuan took out a black writing brush with a blood-stained tip from the jade pendant on his waist.

When Lan Ningshuang saw this thing, she couldn't help but exclaimed: "Killing pen!"

Qin Feng also frowned when he heard this. It was mentioned in the book that the so-called murder pen is a treasure that can materialize the artistic conception in poems. Although this object cannot cause actual harm, it can break the poem. The platform for asking the mind of the saints, and once the platform for asking the mind is broken, the followers of the saintly way will no longer have the connection with the saintly way.

It turns out that this guy has been thinking about this all along. I was worried that I couldn't teach you a lesson. Since you are seeking death, I will help you. Qin Feng narrowed his eyes slightly.

In this world, as far as poetry is concerned, there is no one who can beat him!

"That's it"

"No!"

Before Qin Feng finished speaking, he was interrupted by Lan Ningshuang, who walked to his side and whispered: "Tang Xuan studied at Haowen Academy in Fengtian City, and he has entered the eighth-level Ming state of the literary saint not long ago. You But how can you compete with a ninth-grade Wen Saint? Don’t be reckless!”

Upon seeing this, Tang Xuan sneered and said, "If Mr. Qin is afraid, it's okay. But this is not a good etiquette. If you want to lift the bride's fan, I won't agree."

This is a naked threat!

Qin Feng glanced at the other party and said calmly: "Miss Lan, there is no need to say more, I have made up my mind."

"you"

"Okay! Scholars should have such courage!" Tang Xuan laughed, and immediately threw the killer pen in his hand into the air.

Everyone saw that with the murderous pen as the center, a translucent white light shield spread instantly, and in the blink of an eye, Tang Xuan and Qin Feng were enveloped in it.

Tang Xuan succeeded in his treacherous plan and couldn't help but look at Qin Feng with a sneer on his face, the murderous intent in his eyes almost turned into reality.

However, Qin Feng was unmoved and asked instead: "I wonder, Mr. Tang, is there any limit to the content of the poem?"

"Everyone in the world knows that Miss Liu is extremely talented and her attainments in swordsmanship are beyond the reach of ordinary people. In this case, we will each write a poem related to swords."

The sword is the master of killing, and the sword is the poem. The artistic conception in the poem must be mainly about killing. He really doesn't hide his murderous intention. Qin Feng thought this way.

Looking at Tang Xuan again, as soon as he finished speaking, he moved his fingers in the void. What was surprising was that wherever his fingertips passed, there was a golden light, and lines of poetry jumped out in the void.

Is this the power of the Killing Pen?

Outside the mask, Lan Ningshuang saw that Qin Feng was still in a daze, and reminded anxiously: "Hurry up and compose your poems. The Killing Heart Pen will materialize the artistic conception in the poems. Although both parties will not kill the heart before the poems are completed, if they are killed by the other party, The artistic conception in the poem will make it difficult for you to write poetry!”

"It's already too late!" Tang Xuan couldn't help but laugh wildly as he drew the last stroke with his finger. He saw a burst of dazzling golden light from the gold-lettered poems in the void. Within a moment, within the light shield of the murderous pen, everything could be seen at a glance. The densely packed swords exude astonishing killing intent!

"Death!" Tang Xuan shouted, and countless imaginary swords criss-crossed, the sound of the swords trembled, and they slashed straight at Qin Feng.

But everyone present never expected that the latter would slowly close his eyes under such a battle.

"Stupid, the concrete artistic conception in the poem affects the state of mind. What's the use of closing your eyes? Come and die!" Tang Xuan looked crazy.

As soon as the words fell, thousands of swords flew together, and the sword light intertwined, and they all passed through him.

"Feng'er!" Qin Jianan and Er Niang stood up and exclaimed.

"Brother!" Qin An, who was leaning on the beam and holding his chest, was filled with tears.

"Sister-in-law!" Xing Sheng and Lan Ningshuang attacked the light shield together. However, the Killing Pen is a powerful treasure. How can they break through it with their strength?

Tang Xuan's arrogant laughter was so harsh. He firmly believed that with Qin Feng's strength as a ninth-grade literary saint, even if he was not scared to death in such a situation, he would be close to it. However, the next voice made his laughter stop abruptly.

"Is that all?" Qin Feng opened his eyes, expressionless.

Everyone present was surprised to see that Qin Feng was fine, except Tang Xuan: "No, it's impossible. You are only a ninth-grade literary saint. How can you resist the murderous mood in my poem?!"

"The accumulation of rhetoric and murderous aura, is it worthy of being called a poem?" Qin Feng slowly raised his right hand, pointed at the void, and said lightly: "Let me teach you what is called a poem!"

Everyone stared at me with wide eyes, I want to show off!

No, scholars should show their talents in public.

Qin Feng waved his fingertips, and golden words appeared. He saw - "A long sword and a cup of wine, a man's heart."

The killing pen in the air vibrated, and the golden words flashed. A knight with a sword in his right hand and a wine pot in his left hand slowly walked out of the words and came behind Qin Feng.

The knight raised his head to drink, then raised his sword and waved it, and all the sharp swords that Tang Xuan had evolved poetically were repelled!

Tang Xuan widened his eyes and said in a trembling voice: "You obviously haven't finished the poem, why can the artistic conception be concrete?!"

Qin Feng ignored him and slid his fingers again, and saw again - "The silver saddle shines on the white horse, rustling like a meteor."

With a neigh, a white horse with a silver saddle jumped in front of the knight. The knight put down the wine pot, raised his sword and rushed straight to the countless sharp blades.

The white figure was as fast as lightning, and the sound of golden bells was endless. In a moment, the knight rode a white horse back to Qin Feng's side, and Tang Xuan's thousands of sharp blades that evolved from poetry had disappeared!

Tang Xuan's face turned pale in an instant. The opponent had only written two lines of poetry, but he had defeated all his poetry. If the poem was completed, his heart-searching platform would be cut by the killing pen!

Seeing Qin Feng's fingers sliding again, Tang Xuan hurriedly said: "Slow, slow, I admit defeat!"

"It's too late." Qin Feng responded coldly, his fingers drew a few residual images, and the third line of poetry was completed - "Kill one person in ten steps, and leave no trace in a thousand miles!"

The knight transformed by poetry opened his eyes suddenly, and saw that he waved the long sword in his hand. Ten steps away, Tang Xuan felt as if his head was cut off. He let out a shrill scream in an instant, and his clothes on his back were wet with cold sweat.

He had disheveled hair, shivered, and his eyes were full of bloodshot, which formed a sharp contrast with his previous arrogant appearance.

"I am the son of the Minister of War. If you dare to cut my heart-searching platform and destroy my cultivation foundation, my father will not let you go!

Did you hear that? If you dare to finish writing the poem, my father will definitely send people to flatten your Qin Mansion!"

Qin Feng was unmoved. The two sides had already reached a situation of life and death. Even if he let the other party go, Tang Xuan's character would definitely settle the score later. In this case, it is better to take advantage of now to cut off his foundation and break his fangs!

The fingertips moved, the fingers were swords, and the words became sharp!

"No, no! Old Mo, save me!" Tang Xuan screamed hysterically.

The old man in green robe heard it and appeared in the lobby in an instant. He saw his hands turned into palms and hit the light shield with all his strength.

However, even with his strength, he could not defeat the protective world built by the Killing Heart Pen!

Seeing this, Mr. Mo shouted, "Boy, stop now, or I will crush you to dust even if you are the husband of the Liu family!"

But Mr. Mo never thought that in the face of his threat, he would get a cold glance from Qin Feng.

And the last line of the poem was finally completed.

"After the work is done, I will leave, hiding my merits and fame!"