Starting with the divine power of the Great Vajra, he traversed the heavens.

Chapter 147 Few people would let the three of us gang up on them.
On a moonlit night, a crescent moon hangs high in the starry sky.

He attacked Ren Shaoyang without hesitation upon seeing him.

Dugu Yihe's eyebrows furrowed, and he roared, "A sneak attack?" He flicked his sleeves to meet the incoming punch.

A loud "bang" was heard, like a muffled thunderclap, echoing far and wide, reverberating through the mountains and valleys.

Ren Shaoyang sensed that his internal strength was not bad, and with a smirk, he threw another punch.

Dugu Yihe roared, only to feel his knees buckle and, looking at the white robe, feel a wave of dizziness.

In a daze, he seemed to see his great-grandmother, who had been dead for many years, waving to him.

Just then, Ren Shaoyang said coldly, "Dugu Yihe, where do you know that I am the master of the divine sword, and where do you know that I came to Emei?"

Dugu Yihe took two steps back, finally relieving the soreness and weakness. He looked up at him and sneered, "Where did you know? You demon! Besides 'Divine Sword Capturing Dragon,' who else could kill Master Kuqing of Shaolin with a sword from three zhang away?"

He suddenly lifted the large rock beside him above his head and hurled it with a "whoosh!"

"bass"!
A flash of blue light appeared, and the boulder instantly split in two like tofu, landing beside Ren Shaoyang.

The cut surface was as smooth as a mirror, and the clear moonlight of the crescent moon reflected the azure longsword in the white-robed man's hand, as well as the figure of Dugu Yihe flying in.

With a flash of cold light, Dugu Yihe's longsword struck like thunder, startling Ren Shaoyang and piercing straight for his heart.

Ren Shaoyang smiled slightly: "Turning a knife into a sword, and a sword into a knife? That's quite novel." With a flick of his wrist, he thrust the sword horizontally, and "Sword Evil" flew out immediately.

In an instant, seventy-two swords attacked.

This sword technique is one of the few unconventional and sinister swordplays among the "Thirteen Swords of Kunlun".

There is a saying that goes, "To return to truth through evil means is to live or die within three inches."

This means that the "Sword Demon's" sword style is bizarre, and the path he takes is three inches shorter than that of ordinary swordsmanship. Therefore, his movements are enchanting, his sword strikes are delicate and fragmented, and when he executes them, he exudes a ghostly aura, yet his killing power is extremely strong.

It is indeed an organic version of the "Evil-Repelling Sword Technique".

However, in Ren Shaoyang's hands, this strange and evil sword technique was executed with beautiful movements, and the sword light was extremely elegant and graceful.

Dugu Yihe saw that the white-robed opponent was using evil to counter his fierce swordsmanship. The moment they made contact, countless sword shadows appeared in an instant, the sword strikes were so strange and unpredictable that they were truly astonishing. He immediately dodged to the side and barely avoided the attack, already breaking out in a cold sweat.

Ren Shaoyang laughed and said, "You're saying I killed a Shaolin monk?" As he spoke, he took two steps forward and swiftly unleashed several more sword strikes.

Dugu Yihe felt a long, flashing sword light streak across the sky before his eyes, rushing towards him. He hurriedly parried left and right, but sneered, "What, the master of 'Divine Sword Capturing Dragon' dares to do it but not admit it?"

Ren Shaoyang snorted: "Forget it, I won't get anything out of you."

As he spoke, the longsword rose and fell suddenly, leaping and soaring, its rapid swordplay truly like a whirlwind of lightning and a streak of light, dazzling and breathtaking, leaving the audience breathless.

Dugu Yihe suddenly felt the sword light coming like a meteor shower, with clanging sword sounds coming from all directions, which spurred him to dance wildly with his sword in an attempt to keep up with the endless sword light.

Suddenly, a soft laugh was heard.

Dugu Yihe looked horrified. He saw a fair hand emerge from his sleeve, and in a flash, five jade-like fingers appeared on the blade of his longsword.

But all five fingers clenched!
Dugu Yihe suddenly felt a great force coming from him. He and his sword were grabbed by Ren Shaoyang like straws, spun around a few times, and were thrown into the distance!

Dugu Yihe flew several feet away and tumbled heavily to the ground, but immediately jumped up. However, he felt a sweet taste in his throat and a mouthful of blood welled up in his mouth.

When he looked up, he saw a girl in blood-stained clothes staring at him with lifeless eyes. She said with unusual politeness, "I'm sorry, we have no grudge against you. You just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time."

Dugu Yihe's face turned deathly pale. He forced back the blood with difficulty and shouted, "And who are you?"

"My name is Hongxiu, and I am the 'One-Knife Immortal' among the 'Three Fiends of the Northern Frontier'."

As soon as Hongxiu finished speaking, the "Red Candle Flower" at her waist suddenly trembled slightly, emitting a heart-stirring hissing sound.

"bass"!
The demonic dagger at Hongxiu's waist vanished in an instant.

Dugu Yihe suddenly saw the sky and earth turn red, let out a roar, and bent his long sword upwards, aiming at the boundless red.

With a clang, the swords clashed, producing a sound like firecrackers.

Hongxiu smiled slightly: "Your swordsmanship is truly excellent." With a flick of her wrist, another bloody shadow slashed forth.

But when it was only halfway through the cut, the blade light scattered, seemingly transforming into a string of rainbows, dazzling and graceful.

Even Dugu Yihe was mesmerized by that series of dreamlike beautiful scenes.

But this man was, after all, a former general of the Golden Roc Dynasty and the current leader of the Emei Sect. With a resolute mind, he regained his senses in the blink of an eye.

The blade was already upon him.

Dugu Yihe cried out and hurriedly raised his sword to parry.

With a loud clang, the muscular body was sent flying backward, landing four or five feet away.

Dugu Yihe fell to the ground again, and this time he finally couldn't hold it in and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Suddenly, a burst of blood mist erupted from the Emei Sect Leader's body, revealing thirty-six wounds in an instant.

It turned into a blood gourd.

Dugu Yihe gasped for breath, his heart filled with growing horror: "How can there be another expert?"

He turned to look at the white-robed figure standing with his hands at his sides, then at the red-clad figure calmly watching him, and gritted his teeth, saying, "What other tricks do you have up your sleeve? Show them all!"

Ta Ta Ta Ta~!

There was a sound of footsteps.

Dugu Yihe looked up and saw a tall young man in a black robe staring straight at him.

Ding An said very seriously, "You are very capable."

Dugu Yihe was taken aback and asked, "Why do you say that?"

Ding An thought for a moment, then said, "Besides Cao Shaoqin, you're the only one who got surrounded and beaten by the three of us. If you're not strong, who is?"

Dugu Yihe trembled, as if struck by lightning, his whole body shaking violently, staring dumbfounded at the black-robed youth opposite him.

Ding An gave a thumbs-up: "I admire how tough you are!"

Dugu Yihe roared in fury: "I'll chop you down!" His long sword swept across the room like a shadow and lightning.

Ding An felt a little aggrieved: "Why does everyone say 'cut me in half' after chatting with me for a couple of minutes?" Despite his words, his skills were not slow. He raised his knife and slashed down, sparks flying as if he wanted to split the other person in two before he could do so.

Dugu Yihe was terrified by the dazzling flames that made his hair curl up. He quickly turned away in fright.

Although he was startled, his hands did not hesitate. His longsword revealed its sharpness, like autumn water rushing and arriving with the wind.

Ding An laughed heartily: "Remember, I am Ding An. 'Broken Blade', one of the Three Fiends of the Northern Frontier!" A flash of fire, and his short sword slashed repeatedly, his momentum surging and magnificent.

With a loud "thump!"

Dugu Yihe was forced to retaliate hastily, but was repeatedly forced back by Ding An's unstoppable fire energy. Just as he was about to cry out in alarm, Ding An caught up with him with strange footwork, and suddenly raised his right hand, which had been motionless until now.

Prosthetic arm!

But then, the copper plates on the rough mechanical arm seemed to shake the scales of a giant python, making a rustling sound, and white steam flew out from the gaps in the scales.

With a blazing fire, a heavy punch was thrown out, as powerful as a raging storm, instantly striking Dugu Yihe in the chest.

Dugu Yihe let out a miserable cry, his body suddenly sprang up, flying into the air. After landing, he rolled several times, his chest burning with an unbearable heat, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Just as the Emei sect leader collapsed to the ground, a cry of alarm rang out from afar.

"Master!"

Then Sun Xiuqing, her face filled with shock and fear, rushed over and stood in front of the "Three Fiends of the Northern Frontier".

He cried out, "You, you are not allowed to harm my master!"

The three villains were startled and looked down at the little girl's stubborn, frightened expression. They couldn't help but exchange bewildered glances.

Ding'an pulled off the prosthetic arm, and the silk threads extended, which he used as a back scratcher to scratch his back.

"Crippled man, little beggar, this scene makes us look like the bad guys."

Hongxiu asked in surprise, "Do we look like bad guys?" Pointing to herself, she added, "Do I look like one?"

Ding An loosened his grip, and the prosthetic arm snapped back into place. He waved his hands repeatedly, saying, "It doesn't look like it."

Does it resemble a cripple?

"It doesn't seem like it either!"

The little beggar laughed and asked, "And you?"

Ding'an's eyes widened: "Of course I'm even less like it."

“That’s right.” The little beggar clapped his hands and looked at Sun Xiuqing. “Girl, we don’t seem like bad people. Instead of asking your master why he killed us, you’re saying we harmed your master?”

Sun Xiuqing was confused by Hongxiu's tangled words and stammered, "I, I..."

"Never mind, Qing'er, I've already lost."

Dugu Yihe struggled to sit up, and Sun Xiuqing quickly helped him up. He gasped, "I misjudged you. I never expected you to be this strong."

Despite his weak voice, he remained stubborn.

Ren Shaoyang said calmly, "What? You can't beat them, so you say you misjudged them?"

Dugu Yihe's expression changed, but he still forced himself to stand up: "With your martial arts skills, you could easily destroy Shaolin Temple. Why did you have to ambush Master Kuqing?" As he spoke, he looked at Ren Shaoyang and cupped his hands, saying, "I haven't yet had the pleasure of learning from you, sir?"

Ren Shaoyang said, "My name is Ren Shaoyang, the leader of the 'Three Fiends of the Northern Frontier,' also known as 'The Butcher.'"

"Butcher?"

Dugu Yihe's face turned pale and then red, and his heart sank further. He gritted his teeth, then cupped his hands and bowed his head, saying, "I trusted others too easily and attacked you all. I have already committed suicide! If you are willing to fight or kill me, I will have no objection."

He looked at Sun Xiuqing, his usually proud and unyielding head bowing once more: "I only beg you all to spare my little disciple!"

Sun Xiuqing's eyes widened, her body turned ice-cold, and she cried out in a pitiful voice, "Master!" Overwhelmed with grief, two lines of tears slid down her cheeks.

Dugu Yihe didn't look at her, but instead clasped his hands in a fist and bow to the three of them, beads of sweat already appearing on his forehead.

Hongxiu looked at the Emei sect leader, who looked like a blood-soaked gourd, and shrugged: "This makes it seem like we're the villains."

Ren Shaoyang chuckled and said, "I never lie. I just said I was in a bad mood and wanted to hit someone. So I won't kill you."

Dugu Yihe relaxed, sweat pouring down his forehead. He slowly and awkwardly said:
"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

Ren Shaoyang answered naturally and then walked up to him.

Under the moonlight, he wore a white robe and looked dashing. With every gesture, his wide sleeves fluttered in the wind, like a painting.

Sun Xiuqing's eyes lit up with a strange light as she looked at him, and she couldn't help but marvel at the existence of such a person in the world!
“Tell me, who sent you the message?” Ren Shaoyang said gently. “Also, where is Huo Xiu?”

Upon hearing this, Dugu Yihe's expression suddenly changed.

He's not stupid, he's just arrogant.

But often, arrogance can lead him to utter ruin.

Such as this moment.

Dugu Yihe smiled coldly, as if he had become a real old man in an instant: "The messenger is Jin Jiuling, the 'Number One Detective in the World'."

Jin Jiuling?
That organic Dongfang Bubai?

Ren Shaoyang raised an eyebrow and turned to Hongxiu, saying, "It seems that this time it's not just Qingyi Tower that wants to bully us."

Hongxiu pouted and said angrily, "Then let's fight! We've dealt with the Eastern Depot's Black Riders before, haven't we?"

Ren Shaoyang turned his face to look at Dugu Yihe, whose expression was one of surprise and uncertainty: "Where is Huo Xiu?"

Dugu Yihe shook his head and said, "This person's whereabouts are mysterious, and I don't know much about him either." He then changed the subject, "However, there are two people who definitely know where he is."

Ren Shaoyang pondered for a moment and said, "Great Understanding and Great Wisdom?"

"That's right, it's these two!"

Ren Shaoyang nodded and glanced at him: "Dugu Yihe, I won't kill you, but you first took the 'Sword Evil', then the Demon Blade, and finally suffered the 'Residual Flame' combo. Your injuries are beyond repair. Even if you survive, your martial arts will definitely be greatly reduced."

Dugu Yihe said with a wry smile, "I have only myself to blame, and I have no one else to blame but myself."

Ren Shaoyang said, "What I mean is, live well."

clam?
Dugu Yihe and Sun Xiuqing were both dumbfounded.

Ren Shaoyang smiled proudly: "For the rest of your life, what you are most proud of is that you were spared from our clutches."

After saying that, he turned and left, with Hongxiu and Ding'an following behind.

The three men boarded the donkey cart, and with a "ding," three copper coins flipped up at the same time.

The donkey cart drifted and headed straight down the mountain.

Sun Xiuqing looked at Dugu Yihe with concern and said, "Master, how are your injuries? Let's go back and heal first."

Dugu Yihe was somewhat dazed, muttering, "'The Three Fiends of the Northern Frontier', where did they come from? I've never heard of them before!"

"And another thing, I was about to become a cripple, so why am I so proud to have been given a second chance at life?"

(End of this chapter)