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

Chapter 149 Are we afraid of big storms?

Huo Xiu's face stiffened even more.

Like clay sculptures in a temple, they dare not move.

He dared not imagine what kind of person could evade his probing, or what kind of skill would allow the three of them to approach silently.

These three people seemed to have been on the roof the whole time, as if they had been waiting for a long time. Then, they calmly and leisurely revealed themselves only at this moment.

Huo Xiu had a very bad feeling, but he didn't dare to think about it any further.

Ren Shaoyang, his robes fluttering, his eyes bright and clear, smiled at Huo Xiu and said, "Why aren't you saying anything?"

The three of them moved in a flash and landed opposite Huo Xiu.

Upon seeing the faces of Ren Shaoyang and the other two, Master Sun's voice trembled: "Is it really you three in person?"

Ren Shaoyang turned to look at him, pondered for a moment, and then said, "Speaking of knowing everything, you remind me of someone. Was your ancestor a 'know-it-all'?"

Master Sun was greatly shocked, his heart pounding wildly. He quickly whispered, "Sword God Ren, you know him?"

Ren Shaoyang laughed and said, "I met a scholar at Taibai Residence who looks a lot like you. He must be the first generation of 'All-Knowing Scholar'?"

Master Sun grew increasingly astonished and doubtful, and said in a trembling voice, "Sword God Ren is indeed as our ancestor said, with discerning eyes that see through everything!"

Ren Shaoyang said, "It's quite interesting to be able to see an old friend a hundred years later."

Master Sun bowed his head and said, "Sword God Ren is too kind. I am overjoyed to meet a legend of the martial arts world!"

"By the way," Ren Shaoyang asked, "how did you confirm our identities?"

Master Sun smiled upon hearing this and said, "My ancestors left behind two things: a picture album and a saying: 'The one who sees the white robe as if seeing the Buddha is the Sword God Ren!' I have been imagining what you look like since I was a child, so when the three of you first appeared in the martial world, I was basically certain."

Ren Shaoyang nodded: "That's really thoughtful of you."

He turned to look at Huo Xiu, who had become much more hunched over, smiled, and casually took a step forward.

Huo Xiu took two steps back abruptly, looking at him with a look of fear.

"You, you really are the Sword God from a hundred years ago? How can you be so young, and even immortal?!"

At first, he was stern and imposing, but under the indifferent gaze of the white-robed man, his voice began to tremble involuntarily.

Ren Shaoyang stopped and laughed, "Huo Xiu, you've been looking for me all this time, are you never going to stop?"

Huo Xiu, breathing heavily, said, "So what if it's over, or it's not?"

Huh?
Hongxiu, Ding'an, and Master Sun all opened their eyes wide.

This guy is awesome!

Ren Shaoyang's eyes lit up, and he laughed, "Interesting, you want to compete with me?"

Huo Xiu clenched his fists tightly in his sleeves and said sternly, "Your Excellency holds a high position and is renowned, why do you disregard your dignity!"

Ren Shaoyang asked, "Dignity? What kind of dignity do you want?"

Huo Xiu sneered at the three of them: "The three of you are legendary figures in the martial arts world. Do you intend to gang up on me? Wouldn't that be considered bullying the weak and abusing your power?"

"So what happened?" Ding An scratched his head and said, "Yesterday we ganged up on Dugu Yihe."

Huo Xiu's eyes widened suddenly as he looked at them in confusion.

Ren Shaoyang pursed his lips and nodded.

"Don't you guys have any shame?"

Huo Xiu was taken aback. He had never seen such a high-ranking person do something like ganging up on a junior.

Hongxiu laughed and said, "We always act together. When facing one person, the three of us go together. Whether it's a hundred, a thousand, or ten thousand people, we still go together as a group of three."

Huo Xiu had no choice but to angrily say, "Don't you want to know who harmed Ku Qing and whether there is a more powerful force behind it than my Qingyi Tower?"

"No need, we'll find out for ourselves," Ren Shaoyang said. "Go ahead and do it, I'll take care of you by myself."

"You!" Huo Xiu exclaimed in shock, "Can't we talk?"

"What do you say?"

Ren Shaoyang flicked his sleeve, and a thin crack suddenly appeared in the ground, about an inch wide and a foot long.

"Ugh~"

The clanging sound continued, and the sword blade swirled in front of him, looking extremely eerie.

"What the hell is this?"

Huo Xiu was both shocked and furious, and hurriedly retreated. He had never seen such a strange and terrifying weapon. After taking several steps back, he unconsciously slammed his back against the stone wall.

There was nowhere to retreat, nowhere to avoid.

Huo Xiu was drenched in cold sweat.

Ren Shaoyang stood with his hands behind his back, the sword blade swinging around him, and said casually, "Haven't you always wanted the 'Divine Sword Capturing the Dragon'? Today I'll let you see it to your heart's content."

"I don't want to watch anymore!" Huo Xiu's forehead veins bulged.

"So what?" Ren Shaoyang sneered.

The next moment, a sharp clang suddenly rang out.

The night wind howled, and the white robe fluttered.

A streak of blue light shot out, like lightning flashing across the sky, and instantly arrived three feet in front of Huo Xiu.

The blue light was incredibly fast, almost piercing through my forehead.

Huo Xiu abruptly took a large step back, his heart pounding and blood rushing to his head. He couldn't help but stammer, "Is this the power of the divine sword?"

"bass"!
Huo Xiu paused, turned his head to look, and saw that a crack had suddenly appeared in the wall beside his ear, through which a faint candlelight shone.

The firelight flickered uncertainly in his terrified eyes.

Tap tap tap~
Footsteps sounded, sword blades swirled, and Ren Shaoyang's cold and arrogant voice rang out again: "Stop pretending, you're not that bad."

Huo Xiu swallowed hard and hissed, "What, what did you say?"

Ren Shaoyang walked to his side, slowly stopped, and said coldly, "If you are just such a coward, you don't deserve such a family fortune. You can fool yourself, but you can't fool my eyes."

"As expected, it truly lives up to its reputation as a martial arts legend from a hundred years ago."

Huo Xiu was silent for a moment, then his gaze suddenly sharpened, and he laughed, "I'm just curious." A strange smile appeared on his stiff, withered face, "Why don't you age or die?"

Ren Shaoyang remained calm and said, "What do you think?"

"Immortality! Sword God Ren!" Huo Xiu sighed, his mouth widening into a grin. "This news is probably even more insane than 'Dragon-Capturing Divine Sword'!"

"Is this your last words?" Ren Shaoyang shook his head, pointing his sword. "Boring."

"Whoosh!"
In the darkness, a bolt of lightning shot into the sky!

"Good!" Huo Xiu shouted, his palms striking out towards the incoming sword.

With a clang, their palms clashed.

Huo Xiu actually caught this sword strike, which was as fast as lightning and as swift as a flying swan, with his bare hands!
"It looks impressive, but it's nothing more than a series of sweeping gestures and stares." Huo Xiu gripped the blade with both hands and grinned maliciously. "How is your swordsmanship any different from the 'Divine Spider Sword' of the Murong family back then?"

The Divine Spider Sword?
But I still chose that name!

This is utterly upside down, turning cause into effect!

Ren Shaoyang sighed: "What happened to Little Spider and the others after that?"

Huo Xiu chuckled and said, "Thirteen years after the 'Kunlun Sword Tournament,' the Murong family was exterminated by the imperial court for rebellion. Not a single member of the main family was spared! The remaining branches moved to Qixingtang and established their own households."

"understood."

Ren Shaoyang's eyes flashed, and suddenly a strange force was transmitted from his wrist to the sword.

Huo Xiu was startled, feeling a tingling, numbing sensation in his palm, an unusual surge of energy. Suddenly, a strange sound rang out from the sword.

With a loud bang, Huo Xiu's robe sleeves ripped apart, and pieces of cloth flew everywhere, revealing his thin, bony arms and the steel wrist guards on his wrists.

Huo Xiu was shocked. He spun around and retreated several steps.

Then, with a loud "whoosh," the sword flashed like blue lightning, aiming for his throat.

Huo Xiu shifted his body and suddenly stretched out his arm, grabbing Ren Shaoyang's chest.

Ren Shaoyang flicked his wrist, and the sword blade was swiftly sheathed. He then used his sleeve to deflect the claws.

Then, with strange steps, it caught up immediately.

Huo Xiu had never seen such a mysterious footwork before. It was as light as a feather and moved in the air. In just two short steps, it created a feeling of unpredictability.

Ren Shaoyang suddenly stretched out his right hand, and with a flourish, struck towards the top of his head.

Huo Xiu felt that the palm strike was unusually heavy, and he was extremely shocked.

As the saying goes, "One skill is enough to make you successful." Swordsmen in the martial arts world hone their skills day after day for decades, striving for perfect harmony between man and sword, and never regretting their swordplay.

Logically speaking, once they lose their swords and weapons, their combat effectiveness should be reduced by at least half.

(The most outrageous example is The Smiling, Proud Wanderer. In the original novel, Linghu Chong was almost invincible at the end, but when he saw Lao Denuo, he still had to go back to his house to get his sword. This really shattered his image.)
and so.

After Ren Shaoyang sheathed his sword, his palm strikes were unpredictable and his footwork was astounding, truly surprising everyone.

Seeing this, Huo Xiu quickly raised his arms, and with a "clang", he used his iron wrist guards to block the top of his head.

at this time!

A soft laugh was heard.

In Huo Xiu's eyes, a wisp of sword light flashed and disappeared from the sleeve of the robe. The blade suddenly shot out, and a cold and sharp aura swept over, which was extremely strange!

Kunlun Thirteen Sword Techniques - Sword Chill!
Huo Xiu felt his arms suddenly go empty, followed by a series of crisp sounds above his head, and then dozens of bright objects fell down.

Ren Shaoyang sheathed his sword, flicked his sleeves, and turned to leave.

Huo Xiu stared intently at the departing figure in white robes, then suddenly shouted, "Sword God Ren, what excellent swordsmanship!"

"I know."

Ren Shaoyang waved his hand without turning around.

Huo Xiu chuckled and said, "I'm waiting for those people to come down and keep me company, hahaha!" Before his laughter had even finished, the scenery in front of him suddenly split open to the sides.

Huo Xiu was suddenly torn in two from head to crotch, his internal organs and blood splattering everywhere on the ground and spreading throughout the alley.

As Mr. Sun watched, his throat went dry, and a chill ran straight to the top of his head, making him almost unable to straighten up. He quickly ran to the wall and vomited.

Ren Shaoyang walked up to Hongxiu and said calmly, "I've dealt with a toad."

Hongxiu nodded calmly and then said, "There are countless large goods hidden underwater."

Ren Shaoyang looked up and squinted at the sky: "They will definitely take this opportunity to stir up trouble."

Ding An asked, "Wind and waves? Are we afraid of strong winds and waves?"

Ren Shaoyang smiled slightly: "Fenglang should be afraid of us."

Just then, a voice, which tried to sound nonchalant yet was extremely solemn, came from behind.

"Um, gentlemen, perhaps I can help you mediate?"

Then Lu Xiaofeng appeared in the distance, stroking his beard, looking somewhat amused and exasperated.

Ren Shaoyang looked at him and said, "You?"

"it's me!"

Lu Xiaofeng took a deep breath and said, "I heard everything just now. I have many friends who can help you tell the truth. Let's try to turn hostility into friendship and avoid more deaths and injuries."

Hongxiu smiled gently and said slowly, "The facts? What facts?"

Lu Xiaofeng was taken aback, then said, "The truth is, Huo Xiu is the master of the Green Robe Pavilion. In order to obtain the 'Dragon-Capturing Divine Sword,' he killed Master Kuqing and framed the three seniors."

Ren Shaoyang interrupted him: "It wasn't him who killed the suffering lover, but someone else."

Upon hearing this, Lu Xiaofeng trembled violently and asked in a trembling voice, "How...how did you know?"

Ren Shaoyang said calmly, "He practices 'virgin boy kung fu'! How can such clumsy skills control sword threads that are several feet long?"

Lu Xiaofeng asked, "Then what other sword techniques can kill someone from several feet away?"

Hongxiu chimed in, "Yes, the 'Divine Spider Sword'."

"The Divine Spider Sword?" Lu Xiaofeng murmured, "But this ultimate skill has been lost with the destruction of the Murong family!"

So that's why!

Ren Shaoyang, with his teddy bear hands, said, "If you can't even find the murderer, then we're still the 'murderers'."

Hongxiu laughed heartily: "What's more, we also have the greatest divine weapon of all time."

Ding An interjected, "What if they found out that we are immortal?"

Ren Shaoyang and Hongxiu nodded together: "This sentence is the most important."

Lu Xiaofeng laughed, but his laugh was a wide, toothy grin that looked worse than crying.

He suddenly crouched down, clutching his head, and growled, "So that's how it is! The truth is useless to anyone!"

"The truth itself has no effect; it only has an effect when it falls into the hands of those who need it."

Ren Shaoyang stepped forward, helped him up, patted him on the shoulder, and laughed, "Lu Xiaofeng, don't overestimate your ability to make friends. This situation is not something you and your so-called 'friends' can resolve."

After saying that, he turned and walked towards Hongxiu and the others.

"Sword God Ren!" Lu Xiaofeng suddenly shouted, "Does it really have to be a river of blood? As renowned heroes throughout the ages, can you bear to see so many people die?"

Ren Shaoyang paused for a moment, then said slowly, "We've never been knights-errant. What are our nicknames?"

"The Three Fiends of the Northern Frontier!"

Hongxiu and Ding'an raised their arms and shouted.

"This name doesn't sound like a good person at all!" Lu Xiaofeng stared in disbelief, his clothes on his back soaked with sweat, then dried, then soaked again, his heart pounding wildly.

He finally pleaded, "Are you really not going to talk anymore?"

Hongxiu raised an eyebrow and smiled, waving her hand: "No need, no need. In the northern frontier, we never explain ourselves."

Ding'an chuckled sheepishly: "Let's settle this with knives!"

Ren Shaoyang said, "You're lucky to be alive. Let's talk again."

The three of them laughed heartily, glanced at Lu Xiaofeng one last time, and then turned and walked towards the alley entrance.

Watching the three figures disappear into the distance.

this moment.

Lu Xiaofeng deeply realized the difference between martial arts legends and ordinary masters.

It's not just about martial arts skills, but also about mindset.

To Lu Xiaofeng, their silhouettes seemed as if the entire world was paving the way for them.

That attitude of going my own way deeply impressed him.

A profound sense of loss, a feeling of helplessness and despair, also overwhelmed him.

(End of this chapter)