The True Lord has arrived

Chapter 67 That's not how you use a sword

Zhou Yan looked at the woman through the swords. She had an oval face and skin so white it was almost translucent. Her clothes had delicate embroidery on the edges. The two swords were smaller than ordinary swords, but they were very powerful.

The demons, monsters, and gods of this world are all unreasonable.

Zhou Yan's feet pounded the ground, causing the earth's veins to tremble.

Hold the sword with both hands.

Ignoring the sword's resistance, he slashed diagonally, sending the woman tumbling and leaping into the air, hovering there. Zhou Yan exhaled, gathering his strength, while simultaneously pondering—

The opponent can fly, but their strength isn't far beyond my level?
Is it a bird or an insect?

He saw a thin layer of pure aura on the woman's body, making her look unlike a demon.

Lacking karma and bloodlust, they were more inclined towards the spirits like Hu Erniang, but their hostility was pure. Zhou Yan understood every word they spoke, but when put together, Zhou Yan couldn't comprehend it at all.

Zhou Yan sensed the earth, his magical power flowing, slowly gathering strength, and said:

"Who are you? Why did you suddenly attack me?"

Zhou Yan felt that the other party would not answer.

The woman crossed her two swords and replied, "Bihen, a disciple of the Weaver Girl, has come to marry you."

"I'll take you back as my godmother."

"Let you become my 'father'."

Zhou Yan, connected to the earth, felt his head twitching:
"what???"

Bihen's teeth clicked together softly, making a faint sound. Realizing that Zhou Yan couldn't understand her meaning, she frowned: "Humans are really troublesome. We only need to release some aura and information elements to convey our meaning."

"Yes, in the human language."

"Strictly speaking, I hope you and my godmother will mate."

"Then she will lay eggs."

"You will become the father who conceived my younger siblings."

Zhou Yan: "…………"

He felt the terror in those words; his trypophobia was about to kick in, and he shuddered, cursing:
"Have sweet dreams!"

I don't really understand you monsters.

"I will let you come with me."

With a flick of his twin swords, he lunged forward again. Before he even got close, he swung his sword, the blades vibrating at an extremely high frequency like a thin layer of wings, slashing out an arc of light.

Zhou Yan's eyes instantly locked onto that sword energy.

He used his backhand to block the sheathed magic sword in front of him.

boom! ! !
Both feet are connected to the earth.

Sword energy surged across the sword, violent vital energy was dispersed by the impact, and pure offensive power was guided into the earth's veins. A faint dark yellow light appeared on the magic sword, and Zhou Yan entered the defensive phase.

Zhou Yan felt his hand go numb and said:

"Since you're going to do this, shouldn't you invite me back properly?"

Bihen remained expressionless and tilted her head slightly.
"The rules of the human race."

"don't know."

"My mother's informational elements told me this."

"Mating, winning, getting trapped in spider silk, just dragging them back."

Bihen's handsome face remained completely expressionless. He raised his sword, his teeth chattered, and he frowned, seemingly unaccustomed to his human form, before speaking:

Only the winners.

Only then do they have the right to mate.

Zhou Yan retorted, "If I beat you, won't you have to warm my bed for me?"

Bihen thought for a moment and said, "My blood is cold, so I can only sleep in a cold bed."

"It might be more comfortable in the summer."

"If you don't mind."

"please."

Zhou Yan felt he couldn't keep up with this kind of supernatural logic.

He was suddenly very glad that the first monsters he encountered were Hu Erniang and the others. It was really good. Bihen rushed over. Zhou Yan exhaled, and his eyes reflected magic power. In the instant the latter pounced, he reversed his sword and slashed forward.

Beacon towers!

boom! ! !
A burst of flames erupted from the sword and slashed forward. Bihen's sword energy cleaved through the fire, but Zhou Yan, wielding his sword, used the power of the beacon fire to block it. However, the sword energy cleaved through the fire, only causing the fire to split into two pieces and fly away.

Bihen's hair was slightly singed, and the sword in her hand danced like a blizzard. Zhou Yan used his magic sword purely as a knife, barely managing to block it, but was ultimately slightly injured.

There was another clang.

Zhou Yan's sword blocked Bi Hen's twin swords.

He gripped the sword hilt with both hands and slashed back suddenly.

The roar of a tiger rose in my ears.

The blazing fire exploded, swept by the wind, like a whirlwind, forcing Bihen back.

Just then, Bihen's expression shifted slightly, and his large eyes darted around, seemingly seeing far away in an instant. He said, "The monster of the Azure Netherworld Master."

Her figure shifted, as if she were taking flight. Her feet, clad in embroidered blue shoes, stepped over a fallen leaf, and she swayed into the air. Gazing into the distance, she thought for a moment and said, "I came to test you as Zhu Zicheng requested. I've finished testing you."

"I can't win you over right now, so I'll leave first."

"Black Wind seems to be planning to devour your mount, preventing you from moving quickly, and plotting against you."

"Furthermore, Zhu Zicheng asked me to tell you about Hei Feng's actions."

"Black Wind is looking for him."

"He agreed to cooperate on the surface, but he was actually using me. That's why he sent me to find you and told you about Black Wind's plan. This way, you can fight Black Wind, and we can reap the benefits."

Zhou Yan's lips twitched, thinking that the fairy in front of him might be straight-minded.

He asked, "Did he tell you to reveal anything?"

Bihen said, "I don't understand."

Bihen soared into the air, and Zhou Yan flicked his wrist, sending out a ball of flame that had been gathering momentum.

"Where to go!"

The flames of karmic fire and hunger.

It went straight into Bihen's stomach. Bihen looked at Zhou Yan with her slightly upturned phoenix eyes, the corners of her eyes were elongated, and her pupils were clear amber gold, but there was no ripple in them.

In Zhou Yan's line of sight.

Seeing a pair of transparent, glass-like wings vaguely appear behind the woman, shimmering with a faint aquamarine and silver light, radiant and colorful, she flapped her wings and flew away, leaving a trail of afterimages. Zhou Yan knew that this was her true form.

A blue-eyed dragonfly.

It moved extremely fast, disappearing in an instant.

Zhou Yan exhaled a breath of turbid air while holding his sword. Bihen's strength was greater than his own. Most importantly, insect monsters could fly, which was a real disadvantage in combat. Speaking of which, Black Wind seemed to know how to control the wind.

I wonder if killing him will teach me to fly.

However, Bihen always seemed somewhat naive and out of touch with reality.

I don't know if it was really raised in its lair the whole time.

Or is it Zhu Zicheng's plan?
Zhou Yan felt a chill run down his spine when he thought of Bihen's tone when she mentioned laying eggs inside his body. He shivered and, realizing he was too afraid of spiders, hurried back to meet up with Shen Cangming and the others. Finding everyone safe, he asked them what had happened. Shen Cangming replied, "A monster came by just now."

"I have forced them to retreat."

Zhou Yan told Shen Cangming and the others about it. Shen Cangming said:

"really."

"Black Wind doesn't dare to go to Master Qingming. He will only use his friends. However, his so-called friends and accomplices are weaker than him. One is in the open, and the other is in the dark. This is suitable for you now."

Shen Cangming's voice remained completely calm.

Just like the monsters' encirclement and attack, it didn't cause Shen Cangming to have any emotional fluctuations. Just like the threat of this level, he had dealt with it too many times, which calmed Zhou Yan down, but also gave him a sense of urgency.

........................

As night fell, Zhou Yan rested, holding his sword.

After entering the dream, he tried to contact Li Zhiwei, but failed again.

He could only vaguely sense that the girl on the other side was safe and sound, but they couldn't meet in his dream like they did the first time.

Zhou Yan had no choice but to snap his fingers, causing the clouds to gather and form a screen-like shape, recreating his duel with Bihen earlier that day.

The movements of the Black Wind put pressure on Zhou Yan.

Even if they knew of Shen Cangming's existence, they wouldn't face a life-or-death crisis.

However, there is still a sense of urgency, and one begins to train and practice spontaneously, pondering the subtleties of techniques and the rhythm of combat.

He felt that this might be the reason why Shen Cangming left Hei Feng and the others behind.

A natural force compelled Zhou Yan to actively learn martial arts.

Zhou Yan carefully observed his exchange with Bihen. The sword in his hand was of a high level, but it didn't seem to be very compatible with Fengsui's magic lineage. Fengsui's unique charged slash required a heavy horizontal blade, and a magic sword as light as the wind was not suitable.

"Tsk, in that case, the power of the magic sword cannot be fully displayed."

"The beacon's momentum and the fire strike were also suppressed."

"Yes."

"I don't know when Black Wind and his gang will appear. I have to find a way to make full use of all my skills, otherwise, won't I always have to be protected by Uncle Shen?"

"Excellent, wonderful indeed."

Zhou Yan finally became aware of the voice in his head.

He held his sword, slowly turned his head, and saw an old man squatting beside him, looking at Zhou Yan with amazement. The old man turned his head, let out a burp, and slapped Zhou Yan's face with his mouth.

Then, smiling, he pointed to the sword Zhou Yan was holding in his arms, and then to a figure in the scene wielding a magical sword, seemingly hacking people down with a large blade, and said:

"Hey kid."

The old man, who looked dashing and handsome yet inexplicably had a sense of dejection, said:

"This sword is not used like this."

(End of this chapter)