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

Chapter 155 A War to the Death

As everyone watched Ren Shaoyang unleash his sword, all who tried to block it were torn to pieces. Such a divine sword was truly terrifying.

Seeing his indifferent lowered eyes and awe-inspiring presence, they couldn't help but retreat, revealing their fear.

"What kind of swordsmanship is this?"

In a distant pavilion, a small window was ajar. Three old men in green robes watched in horror as the Sword God's "Escape from the Netherworld Sword" trembled with fear.

"In a single sword strike, one sees only a cold shadow, not the sword itself; within countless transformations, one sees only the sword light, not the person."

The eldest brother, Gu Song, spoke in a low, dejected voice: "Damn it, how could someone's swordsmanship have reached such a level!" He drank as he spoke, drinking quickly and in large quantities.

The other two, however, did not drink alcohol at all.

In fact, both of them used to have a high alcohol tolerance, especially Kuzhu.

They really wanted to drink, especially after watching Ren Shaoyang's swordsmanship.

Feeling listless.

Kuzhu smiled wryly: "After practicing swordsmanship for decades, I have finally seen Kunlun. As I look up, I must take off my hat for him."

Hanmei, being of the lowest status, actually shed tears: "Our decades of cultivation have amounted to nothing more than a small mound of earth."

On the long street.

Master Kunwu's pupils suddenly contracted, and cold sweat broke out all over his body. He exclaimed in shock, "You, you are incredibly ruthless!"

Master Danxia's palms were sweaty as he gripped the sword. His expression was grim as he asked, "What kind of swordsmanship is this, sir?"

Ren Shaoyang smiled calmly: "Three Elements Sword."

"it is good!"

Master Danxia shouted loudly, and Ruoling leaped out, wielding her sword in a flying thrust.

Ren Shaoyang smiled slightly, held his sword upright in front of him as if in prayer, and just as the sword was handed over, he flicked his wrist.

"Swish swish swish swish!"
Master Danxia felt as if a cold wind was blowing, and his chest, shoulders, arms, and thighs were all in excruciating pain.

He stumbled back three steps, four streams of blood spurting out. The old Taoist's eyes widened in disbelief. He fell backward, his sword clattering to the ground.

"Master!"

The seven Wudang disciples were horrified and rushed forward to check on the situation.

But Danxia Zhenren's face was already deathly pale, and his whole body was covered in frost, clearly indicating that he had been killed by Ren Shaoyang's four sword strikes!
Master Ku Wu, Shanxi Yan, and Tang San Si saw it clearly from behind, and their souls nearly left their bodies.

Master Danxia is a pillar of Wudang, and can be said to be the number one person after the sect leader Shi Yan and Master Mu. He has superb martial arts skills, exquisite internal strength, and his Tai Chi sword technique is famous in the martial arts world!
But to his surprise, he was stabbed into a bloody mess the moment he met the "butcher"!

Just how formidable is Ren Shaoyang?!

Seeing the white-robed man's gaze sweep over them, the three of them straightened up abruptly, ready to strike. This man had killed more than a dozen experts with a single sword strike, and then stabbed down the Wudang Danxia Master with another. His swordsmanship was truly terrifying to the extreme.

There's also one more thing.

The three felt that the other's gaze was fixed on their vital points. They knew that if they made the slightest movement, their energy would be affected, and they would be attacked with lightning speed.

At this moment, although there were hundreds or thousands of people around them, Master Kuwu and the others felt as if they were naked in the wilderness, with hungry wolves watching them from the opposite side, and no one could protect them!

Suddenly, the seven young Taoist priests shouted, "Set up the 'True Martial Seven Intercept Formation'! Avenge our master!"

As they spoke, seven people sprang out, surrounding the white-robed figure in the blink of an eye. They stepped out in a seven-star formation, their figures disappearing into the distance.

This formation was created by Zhang Sanfeng after observing the Turtle and Snake Mountains. It is a wonderful formation that he comprehended. When the seven people work together, their energy is connected and they complement each other, so that they can both attack and defend, and their power is greatly increased.

Ren Shaoyang glanced at it and laughed, "If it were Zhang Songxi, the 'Grand Master of Xuanmen' from a hundred years ago, leading you to perform this formation, I would still be somewhat wary. But now you are just reciting it verbatim."

He shook his head and sighed, "A divine skill is now obscured, it's lost its appeal." With a flick of his wrist, the Dragon-Capturing Sword flashed.

The "Flowing Wine Sword" technique was unleashed.

This move is a clever sword technique from the Kunlun Three Elements Sword, which excels at the transformation of "flowing and invisible".

Several streaks of sword light appeared as swift as lightning and as graceful as flowing clouds, shining at an incredible angle.

Master Ku Wu and the others wanted to help these Wudang disciples, but as soon as they moved, one of them screamed and fell to the ground with a thud. Then, two more people gushed blood from their chests and collapsed.

When Shanxi Yan looked up, he saw Ren Shaoyang strolling leisurely, his azure sword blade dancing around him like lightning or colorful butterflies. His moves were extremely beautiful and terrifying.

The sword tips protruded from the necks of the two young Taoist priests, then suddenly lengthened and pierced the mouth of another young Taoist priest.

In the blink of an eye, the six Taoist priests were dead, and the True Martial Seven-Section Formation vanished into thin air.

The last young Taoist priest saw that Ren Shaoyang killed people as easily as slaughtering chickens and sheep with a wave of his hand, the beauty of the sword light contrasting sharply with the ruthlessness of his moves.

She was so frightened that she burst into tears and turned to run away.

Ren Shaoyang flicked his toe, and a long sword flew out, about to pierce the Taoist's back.

"Stop!" Master Kunu suddenly grabbed the sword, blood streaming down his face. "Do you intend to kill us all?"

The young Taoist priest's legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground. He turned his head and stared blankly at the tip of the sword in front of him, his lower body soaked.

Ren Shaoyang looked up at him and said softly, "What do you think?"

Master Ku Wu was stunned for a moment, then suddenly felt an unusual pain in his chest, as if he were being stabbed by needles or knives. He cried out and blood spurted from his chest.

At the same time, he released his grip, and the longsword suddenly shot forward, piercing straight into the young Taoist's eye. The Taoist screamed in pain.

"Master!"

"Uncle Master!"

The eighteen monks behind him were shocked to see Master Kuwu suddenly fall to the ground, completely unable to move. They rushed over and hurriedly tried to help him.

When Ren Shaoyang kicked out that sword just now, he used the ultimate technique of "Sword Gu", hiding a hidden force in the sword.

Master Ku Wu was already struck when he grabbed with his hand. Although his internal strength was not weak, how could he withstand the insidious and hidden force that combined "Great Vajra Divine Power", "Yin-Yang Transformation Technique", and "Thousand Illusions of Force"?

Within a few breaths, the Heart-Piercing Sword Gu pierced his heart meridian, and at the same time, he lost control of his longsword, killing the Wudang disciple with a single blow.

Shanxi Yan's hands and feet were ice-cold, and she said in a trembling voice, "You, you are so ruthless! Old Demon Ren, do you intend to slaughter everyone present?"

"So what?"

Tang San's face turned deathly pale: "You will not succeed! If we all attack at once, do you think your power is inexhaustible?"

"That's right! No matter how skilled you are in swordsmanship, how can you possibly defeat hundreds or thousands of people, or even the entire martial arts world!"

"Heh~!" Ren Shaoyang chuckled and said, "You think this is a gang fight? No! It's a life-or-death war now."

The long street fell silent for a moment.

Upon hearing this, everyone looked at the Wudang Taoist priest, whose tongue was sticking out and eyes were bulging, and whose death was extremely gruesome.

Then look at that white-robed figure standing with his hands at his sides, calm and composed.

My heart sank even further.

He felt his aura growing stronger and stronger, and a colossal Buddha, towering ten thousand feet high and supporting the sky, seemed to appear behind him, with his eyes closed and looking down upon all living beings.

Everyone was so frightened that their hands and feet turned cold, they had difficulty breathing, and they almost knelt down.

The Jianghu scouts on the rooftop watched as the group of heroes confronted Ren Shaoyang on the street. They saw that Ren Shaoyang hadn't made any move, yet the people opposite them were terrified and staggered backward, all feeling puzzled.

In contrast, at the other end of the street, Ding An's fight with the crowd was much more intense and imposing.

The rain was no longer falling so heavily; instead, the raindrops were dense and fine, like cotton wool that could not be torn apart or ripped apart, turning into a clump that enveloped the entire city.

Suddenly, a man darted out from the side. Without any apparent effort, his left palm was already pressed against Ding An's chest, and he shouted, "Die!"

"Du!"
Ding'an remained completely unmoved after receiving his palm strike, only glancing slightly to the side: "Your strength is far inferior to that of the beggar!"

He stomped his right foot on the ground, and the several-inch-thick bluestone slab beneath his feet shattered, carrying several pieces that shot straight toward the man.

The man cried out and tried to dodge, but Ding'an grabbed his wrist and prevented him from running away.

With a few "thuds," the man's body trembled violently as the rubble shattered his brains, and he collapsed like a sack of flour.

Ding'an suddenly laughed loudly, his laughter so loud that the rainwater scattered, and everyone's ears were shaken, and their heads felt as big as buckets.

"Donkey, follow me to fight the enemy!"

"Bang!"

Then the white donkey turned its neck and broke free of its reins, galloping towards them.

Ding'an suddenly leaped up, sat on the donkey's back, and roared, "Since we came here, you've been bullying people all this time! Is this never going to end?" The white donkey also brayed loudly, spurred its hooves, and galloped wildly like a startled ape or a rabbit, rushing towards the crowd.

Ding'an had already decided to kill, and the "Wedding Dress True Qi" within his body erupted wildly.

Then a man and a donkey charged into the formation, wildly swinging a flaming iron chain dagger as they charged left and right.

First, with three swift strokes, he cut six people in two, and then the fire burned their bodies to a crisp.

Then the prosthetic arm transformed into an "electric fan," deflecting incoming projectiles, and with a backhand punch, smashed the door frame of one person, then kicked another person in the chest with its left foot.

The white donkey was as fast as lightning and as fierce as thunder.

Ding An roared, grabbed one man by the neck with his prosthetic hand and used him as a weapon, smashing the others until they were spitting blood. He then leaped into the air and flew towards the door of a shop on the street.

The force of the impact knocked everyone around them to the ground.
My mind was in complete chaos. All I could see were flashes of fire and a series of piercing metallic clanging sounds, followed by a long, agonizing scream.

Ding An was like a god of death, holding a short iron chain knife in one hand, the flames burning brightly and the heavy rain could not extinguish them; with the other hand he was strangling a master, who had already lost his limbs and was strangled to death.

Hooray!
Suddenly, a flash of lightning appeared, followed by a thunderclap.

But then Ding An casually tossed aside the mangled corpse, let out a wild laugh, and charged toward the crowd.

Seeing the flames leaping from the body of the man and the donkey, and the flashing of knives, everyone was terrified and felt a chill run down their spines.

Some people couldn't hold on any longer. They raised their hands and ran towards the city exit, crying out, "Help! Grandpa Fire God, don't kill me! Don't kill me!" Although this person was skilled in martial arts, he was terrified and ran straight away, not daring to fight back.

Seeing this, the rest of the crowd immediately lost their composure and fled in panic.

A group of people were seen shouting and yelling loudly, fleeing for their lives from alleyways.

Someone's head flew off, and their chest and shoulders were covered in blood.

Some people's lower body disappeared without a trace, their intestines were dragging on the ground, and their hands and feet were still trembling.

Someone felt a sudden heat in their crotch, fell solidly to the ground, chuckled foolishly twice, tilted their head, and passed out.
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"Back off!"

As Ren Shaoyang's aura grew increasingly terrifying, someone below shouted, and the martial arts figures who had been eyeing him with predatory intent immediately fled for their lives.

Just then.

Suddenly, a figure flashed out on the long street, moved horizontally to a distance of seven or eight zhang, and then appeared out of thin air at another corner of the eaves.

Finally, it landed in front of everyone like a big bird, looking at Ren Shaoyang with a grin.

Ren Jianshen sighed, holding his sword in one hand and his other hand on his hip: "Lu Xiaofeng, I don't even know what to say to you."

Lu Xiaofeng gave a bitter smile and said, "Senior, Young Master, Master Ren!" He clasped his hands in a fist and bowed, "I... I still want to help you!"

Ren Shaoyang said calmly, "Help me?"

"Yes! Find out the mastermind behind this century-long chaos in the martial arts world and clear your name! Besides, enough people have died, please stop killing."

"Just as Hua Manlou said, the beauty of the world lies in the beauty of life. Don't let life wither away for no reason."

(End of this chapter)