The First Venerable of the Prosperous Age

Chapter 294 A Sword Descends from Heaven

She didn't wake up when the black blade struck her face, nor when the white dragon attacked, but now she's become so serious and focused because of a sword-wielding girl in the distance, which shows just how terrifying this person is.

Chang'an joked, "It seems there's another way to pull Senior Sister out of her dream now."

"Hmm." Hua Chan was still looking at Gongsun Da Niang as she spoke, her eyes revealing a rare glint in them, like a cheetah eyeing an antelope.

Chang'an smiled and said, "Senior Sister seems very interested in that sword dance. Do you want to learn it too?"

"Too tiring...too much trouble..."

Chang'an shrugged. "Besides eating and sleeping, what else does Senior Sister find not troublesome?"

Hua Chan turned to look at him, and suddenly smiled, "This matter..."

As she uttered the last word, she drew the sword from Chang'an's waist and took a light step towards the stage.

She moved with such ease and grace, yet she effortlessly swept across the mountain of people and landed directly on the stage.

Such an ordinary iron sword, such simple sword moves, yet it evoked a dragon's roar, and an overwhelming killing intent immediately crashed onto the stage with the force of rolling thunder.

In an instant, the entire stage was enveloped by the chilling sword energy, illuminated by rainbow-like sword light.

The red curtain behind the stage fluttered incessantly in the wind, and the wooden stakes supporting the stage creaked and groaned.

The crowd below felt a gust of wind hit them, and the impact made them feel unsteady. They had to lean on each other to keep their balance.

Before him, the sea of ​​people seemed like a lone boat on a vast ocean under the impact of the mighty sword energy.

Yun Xianfu and Yun Yanshu also subconsciously retreated; over the years, they themselves had become swords.

Swords are both their most delicious food and their most useful tools; nothing is more intimate to them than swords.

But now, facing the sharpness of this sword, they felt a chilling cold that was unbearable to the bone, and they couldn't help but retreat, as if even their marrow had turned to ice.

Gongsun Da Niang smiled as she looked at the impending disaster. With a gentle flick of her twin swords, she redirected the killing intent to the center of the stage, and then began to dance and fight with Hua Chan with extremely elegant movements.

Hua Chan's sword strike was so powerful and swift that it was impossible for anyone in the world today to neutralize it in an instant.

Could it be that this dancer Gongsun has become inhumanly powerful?

Gongsun Da Niang was simply prepared.

From the moment she saw Hua Chan applauding for herself, she had already foreseen all of this.

While others applauded with admiration, she seemed lost in thought, looking like a wildcat about to pounce on a bird.

Or perhaps, Hua Chan was simply thinking about what to eat tonight.

Of course, Lady Gongsun had considered this as well, so this point alone was not enough to sentence Hua Chan to death.

But even without a sword in hand, a top swordsman will exude a chilling aura of swordsmanship.

It was only after noticing the sword energy emanating from Hua Chan that Gongsun Da Niang subconsciously began to pay attention to this somewhat disheveled girl.

More importantly, Hua Chan is a very, very beautiful young woman.

You should know that the two most beautiful women in any situation will subconsciously see each other as their enemies.

After all, she is already so beautiful, of course she wants to be the most dazzling pearl, so how could she tolerate others taking this honor away from her?

It's human nature; even if people don't say it, they'll think it to some extent.

Gongsun Da Niang was naturally extremely beautiful, as was the disheveled Hua Chan. The two danced gracefully on the stage, creating a beautiful landscape painting together.

Such a beautiful scene is right here, yet some people just don't know how to cherish it.

Yun Yanshu's flesh has now transformed into a giant sword growing on her arm, slashing with all her might at Hua Chan in the center of the stage.

Yun Xianfu had already drawn her sword, ready to help Gongsun Da Niang.

In the past, these would not have been a threat to Hua Chan, but now she was fighting against top experts at the same time. A slight difference could lead to a huge difference in outcome, so she could not afford to be distracted in the slightest.

At the critical moment, a crisp "clang" rang out, and Yun Yanshu's arm was easily deflected by the sharp sword.

Yun Yanshu was astonished, not because Hua Chan was so powerful, but because what was blocking her way was: her good sister Yun Xianfu's sword!

The sword was in Yunxianfu's hand.

However, her hand was being held by Chang'an, and her face was already flushed.

“It’s you.” Yun Yanshu’s chubby face showed neither excessive anger, nor excessive joy, nor excessive surprise; it was at a perfectly balanced and elegant point.

Chang'an gently released Xianfu's hand, then smiled and patted her own clothes, saying to Yun Yanshu:

"Sister, attacking from behind isn't elegant."

Yun Yanshu smiled and said, "You're right, it's more elegant to fight head-on."

She was still smiling, but suddenly a sword stabbed out from the inconspicuous spot below her knee. At the same time, she swung her fat arm in a circular motion, slashing the sword straight at Chang'an's throat, while her other sword pierced Chang'an's lower abdomen.

In just a short moment, she had already launched three deadly attacks with lightning speed, which was truly fast and ruthless.

Now Chang'an doesn't even have a sword in his hand, and he would never have expected that his former best friend, with whom he shared life and death, would suddenly turn on him. He seems to be able to see his great-grandmother already.

So he's standing still now.

Yun Yanshu did not stop, because such a deadly move could not be easily withdrawn.

But she is Yun Yanshu, the successor of the Crescent Moon Sword Technique.

Just as three more holes were about to appear in Chang'an's body, the sword immediately retracted into her body. All he felt was the cold wind brought by the fat hand slicing through her.

But cold sweat had soaked through Chang'an's back, yet he smiled and clapped his hands, "Elegant, truly elegant."

Although Yun Yanshu was slightly surprised, she still subconsciously made a delicate gesture with her fingers and smiled sweetly, "It would be terrible if blood were splattered everywhere."

Although Chang'an was smiling, his heart was in his throat, fearing that several more swords would suddenly sprout from those plump, strong orchid fingers.

Now he only felt someone tugging at his sleeve. When he turned around, he saw Yun Xianfu with her head down and lips pursed. Although her eyes were evasive, she could not hide her smile.

She asked shyly, "Brother Chang'an...you...why did you come here? And...that female swordsman who came to sabotage us, did she come with you?"

Yunxian was in her prime, possessing a beautiful face and delicate features, like a budding purple jasmine.

Her shy and stunningly beautiful appearance captivated Chang'an, leaving him completely mesmerized.

Looking at his expression, Yun Xianfu blushed even more, lowered her head, and looked as if she wanted to say something but couldn't.

"Why are you taking so long to reply? Are you thinking about how to confess your feelings to me later?" Yun Yanshu's voice was gentle, but a hint of anger could still be heard in it.

Chang'an was startled and hurriedly said, "That lady on the stage is my senior sister. I'll introduce her to you right away!"

"Senior Sister!" As soon as he turned his head, he felt a chilling killing intent rushing straight to his face.

He seemed to see a flash of red, and in the blink of an eye, he felt a chill envelop him. When he came to his senses, the sword was only an inch away from his forehead.

The person wielding the sword had a flawless face.

Chang'an was so frightened that her hair stood on end. "Calm down, senior sister."

Hua Chan frowned slightly; she had neither thorns nor aggro.

Lady Gongsun had already gracefully moved to the side. Seeing that Hua Chan had stopped attacking, she sheathed her sword, walked confidently to the front of the stage, and smiled:

"Thank you all for watching. I am very grateful."

Her voice was delicate and clear. Only now did Chang'an realize that this graceful fairy in red was just a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl.

The audience's hearts were in their throats until they heard Gongsun Da Niang's words, and they were convinced that the beautiful, elegant, dangerous, and deadly battle between Gongsun Da Niang and Hua Chan was just a pre-arranged performance.

As for the sword that grew from Yun Yanshu's body, that must be a highly sophisticated magic trick.

So the audience erupted in enthusiastic cheers, offering their sincerest praise for this magnificent sword dance.

Everything was fine, except that Hua Chan was still pointing her sword at Chang'an.

Yun Xianfu looked worried, while Yun Yanshu asked directly, "Isn't she your senior sister? Why are you pointing your sword at her...?"

Chang'an made a shushing gesture to interrupt her, then looked at Hua Chan with a serious expression.

The two men stared at each other until Chang'an nodded solemnly…

Almost at the same time, Hua Chan swiftly plunged her sword into Chang'an's forehead.