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

Chapter 157 Help Me Deliver a Swallow to the Hall

The thunder grew louder, and the white rain poured down like a long ribbon, growing heavier and heavier.

People on the street, their feet wading through mud, stared blankly at the man before them.

Shanxi Yan, Tang San Si, had veins bulging on his forehead as he stared at Ren Shao Yang, his fingers curling and stretching, extremely cautious.

"Master!"

"Master Kunai!"

Suddenly, a loud, indignant cry rang out.

Master Kuwu ultimately could not withstand the corrosive effects of the "Sword Gu." Blood flowed continuously from his chest, unstoppable. He convulsed for a while before finally collapsing to the side and dying in his disciple's arms.

The eighteen Shaolin monks roared to the sky, their voices echoing through the long street. Their sorrowful cries moved the people behind them, and the shared sense of sympathy for their fallen comrades made their gazes toward the white-robed figure in front of them grow even colder.

Suddenly, a thunderclap resounded overhead, shaking the vast earth.

"Old Devil Ren, you deserve to die!" A burly monk suddenly stood up, pointing his long staff at him and shouting, "You actually killed my master!"

"So what if he's killed?" Ren Shaoyang said calmly. "It's fate. He just couldn't hold on."

"You wicked scoundrel, I'll kill you!"

"Yes! Avenge our master, avenge our fellow martial artists!"

The senior monks were furious and stood up, shouting in unison.

Shanxi Yan also stepped forward, his bull-like eyes fixed on the sword in Ren Shaoyang's hand, and said sternly, "Everyone, the demon is extremely arrogant. We must work together. This scoundrel has the 'Divine Sword Dragon Capture' in his hand. If he defeats us one by one, none of us will escape today!"

"it is good!"

"That's right. How can the righteous path of the martial world be intimidated by such a fiend?"

Tang San shouted, "Masters of Shaolin, form a formation and hold the front! We, An Qingzi, will take care of the rest!"

The eighteen senior monks of Shaolin Temple roared, "Good!"

Ren Shaoyang watched their performance and sneered slightly, "It's good that they're not running away, it's good that they're not running away."

"Do it!"

Tang San shouted loudly, raised his sleeves, and suddenly heard a few "whoosh" sounds as thirty-three silver lights flashed and shot out.

Thirty-three willow-leaf flying knives, like blooming lotus flowers, trailed long streaks of light as they pierced the rain and shot straight toward Ren Shaoyang, who was more than ten feet away.

"Wow"!
The doors of the shops on both sides suddenly shattered, and dozens of Tang Clan disciples, wielding weapons, rushed forward. The flashing blades carried a chilling aura as they tried to chop the white-robed man in the center into mincemeat.

At that moment, thunder rumbled from the east.

Two women rolled to Ren Shaoyang's legs, one on each side, their ten fingers black and swollen, and swung their claws toward his crotch.

At the same time, Shanxi Yan reached to his waist and pulled out a thick, long whip with an iron chain attached to the end.

Shanxi Yan shouted loudly, his wrist flicked rapidly, and the long whip, as nimble as a snake, struck the air with a "crack," swirling and flying towards Ren Shaoyang's head.

The eighteen Shaolin monks suddenly scattered and surrounded the white-robed man, swinging their long staffs through the gaps, creating gusts of evil wind as they slammed down.

These people acted almost simultaneously, completely blocking all of Ren Shaoyang's escape routes.

Then the crowd became even more furious, with hundreds of people shouting and cursing as they rushed forward.

Without a doubt, these people are indeed the elite among the elite in the martial arts world. They can achieve such skillful teamwork in a short period of time, and they are proficient in both long-range and close-range attacks. Their methods are also deadly and ruthless.

Even a skilled fighter with ten lives would perish here in one fell swoop.

Ren Shaoyang remained calm and composed, neither dodging nor avoiding the flying knives. The knives landed on him, and a flash of blue light was seen, accompanied by a hissing sound. The thirty-three willow-leaf flying knives suddenly turned into fine iron filings and scattered in mid-air.

"How can it be?!"

Tang San was stunned to see that his proud skill had been broken by Ren Shaoyang without lifting a hand or moving a foot, and even his throwing knife had turned into iron sand. He was so shocked that he cried out.

At this moment, Ren Shaoyang said, "Get out of here!" He flicked his sleeves, and a tremendous force shot out.

The two women who were grabbing eggs had their chests caved in, and they lost control of their bodies. One of them somersaulted backward, taking the Tang Clan disciples on either side with her and scattering them all over the ground like gourds.

Ren Shaoyang's gaze shifted, sweeping towards Shanxi Yan's whip and the eighteen monks' sticks.

With a flick of his wrist, a faint blue light rose from his body. Suddenly, a series of crisp clanging sounds rang out as blades flew out in front of him, spun around, and collided with each of the other people's weapons.

With a loud clang, the clubs flew off one after another, and screams filled the air. The eighteen monks clutched their chests and collapsed to the ground, unable to get up.

Shanxi Yan, despite his profound skill, staggered backward, feeling a sharp pain in his chest.

When he regained his composure and was about to step forward, he felt something was wrong with his hand. He raised it up and saw that the whip that had made him famous had now been whittled into a horsewhip.

Then there was another "whoosh" sound.

Shanxi Yan is holding a drumstick in his hand.

With a sudden, sharp gust of wind, Shanxi Yan's eyes widened, and she muttered, "Am I dreaming?" She hurriedly threw out the "rolling pin" in her hand, ignoring the dough, and rolled away as fast as she could.

But then the ground suddenly split open, and a bright blue blade emerged.

Shanxi Yan was terrified, her face turning ashen. She screamed and grabbed a large monk to block her way, her sword flashing relentlessly as it swept past.

The wild goose from Shanxi and the monk were embracing each other, their eyes wide open, when they were silently broken in two.

A wave of blood instantly rose into the air, drenching the people coming from behind, covering their bodies and faces.

Just then, Ren Shaoyang let out a long roar: "You want to see 'Divine Sword Capturing Dragon'? Then I'll let you see it to your heart's content!"

The sound was like thunder, like a mountain collapsing, so loud it hurt people's ears and caused them to fall. The stone slabs on the long street rose and fell incessantly, making a clattering sound. Rain was shaken by the loud noise and splashed onto the crowd in bursts.

The deafening roar startled everyone, who covered their ears and cried out in horror. Suddenly, the roar ceased, and Ren Shaoyang shouted, "Sword Light!"

All the onlookers saw countless sword blades suddenly shoot out like demons and ghosts. The white-robed figure transformed into a phantom and floated over. It seemed unhurried, yet it was as graceful as a startled swan and as swift as lightning.

In a daze, the white figure had already pounced into the crowd, and the countless sword blades around him grew brighter and brighter, like countless lightsabers gathering around the white figure, their sharp light dazzling.

The sky grew increasingly dark, with layers of clouds rising up like a splash of thick ink on a large, pale sheet of paper.

The sword light was so dazzling that everyone couldn't even open their eyes.

Suddenly.

The blade had lost its shape; only countless silk-like rays of light, as if cut from the heavens, flowed slowly around the white figure.

He moved like a celestial being from the heavens, carrying countless rays of light, instantly weaving through hundreds and thousands of martial artists.

In an instant, blood rained down, like a waterfall of blood flowing backwards, rushing straight to the heavens!
In a daze, the sword light suddenly dispersed, blossoming into a clear, ethereal sound that flowed throughout heaven and earth.

That resounding clang was clear and pure through the ages, like the cry of a crane heard in the rainy night.

Looking up, the crane had already ascended to the highest heaven.

Chaos erupted on the long street, resembling a slaughterhouse. The remaining people were terrified and scrambled to escape.

But how did they escape?

Often, all that is seen is a flash of white, and then the world collapses.

Even those with superior martial arts skills could only see a fingertip pointing at the target, a ray of clear light scattering out, and then ten thousand points of crimson light burst forth.

The survivors cried out loudly, seeing the long street completely turned into a blood-soaked hell, where countless people had already rotted to death.

Standing on the rooftop, Hongxiu shook her head and said to Ding'an, "These people are both cunning and stupid; they truly deserve to die."

Ding An was covered in blood, but he held the prosthetic hand on the little beggar's head, circulating his internal energy and making the hand spin rapidly.

It can be used as an umbrella and is surprisingly waterproof.

The little beggar turned his head to look at the wisps of hair on Ding An's shoulder, then at the constantly rotating prosthetic arm above his head, and sighed: "Are you even listening to me?"

Ding An laughed and said, "Why should we care about them? Since we came to this world, apart from Lu Xiaofeng and Boss Zhu and his wife, the rest of them are not even as good as pigs."

Hongxiu nodded and said, "The words may be rough, but the meaning is sound." She then turned to look down.

Then, the sharp sword light cleaved the stone slabs, shattering them, and houses collapsed.

The little beggar frowned: "That cripple's move is a bit unbalanced."

"How to say?"

The little beggar said, "The sword light combined with 'Sword Silk Crossing the Void' is indeed very powerful, but the cripple's true qi circulation at high speed has momentary gaps, causing him to dissipate too much sword qi and lose control, thus sweeping across the surrounding buildings. It seems to have great destructive power, but it also has too many flaws!"

Ding An blinked and said, "Ah, is there a flaw?"

Hongxiu glanced at him and said helplessly, "You idiot!"

She said in a low voice, "This move is indeed limitless in the future, and it is even more lethal than my 'Heavenly Wrath True Qi'! However, it has too many flaws. It is invincible against weak opponents, but against truly powerful enemies, it is still not as handy as the 'Kunlun Three Elements Sword'."

Suddenly, the screams stopped.

Dark clouds hung like curtains, and beneath the high sky, the streets and all surrounding areas were a crimson expanse, with countless corpses lying on the ground.

This place has become a dead zone!
Hurrah!
A bolt of lightning tore through the thick clouds, illuminating the desolate world.

It also reflected the white-robed figure standing in the center of the scene.

Ren Shaoyang straightened his bird's nest-like straw hat, turned around, and saw Lu Xiaofeng slowly walking out from the street corner, his eyes filled with grief.

"Sword God Ren, must you be utterly annihilated?"

Ren Shaoyang glanced at him and nodded slightly: "It's come to this point, there's no room for maneuver."

Lu Xiaofeng's face turned pale, and he said painfully, "But you clearly don't need to do this. If you want to leave, no one can stop you."

Ren Shaoyang chuckled and said, "Why should I avoid their sharp edge?"

Lu Xiaofeng was stunned and speechless. The thunder grew louder, and raindrops the size of soybeans, accompanied by a fierce wind, rushed towards him, their coolness penetrating to his very bones.

Ren Shaoyang smiled, reached into his sleeve, took out an iron swallow, and handed it to him, saying slowly, "Keep it safe."

Lu Xiaofeng was greatly surprised and asked, "What is this?"

“You can call it ‘Hall Swallow’,” Ren Shaoyang said casually. “I need you to send it to the leaders of all the major sects in the next few days.”

Lu Xiaofeng stared at the swallows in front of the hall, his heart pounding, and asked, "Sword God Ren, what... what are you going to do?"

"The swallows that once graced the halls of the Wang and Xie families now fly into the homes of ordinary people," Ren Shaoyang recited in a melodious voice, then smiled slightly, "Tell them that the attack and defense are now aliens."

"I, Ren, have come to you to settle this score, and it will be a matter of life and death."

Another thunderous boom followed, and a bolt of lightning flashed. It clearly illuminated the half-smiling face of Old Demon Ren. Behind him stood two figures, one tall and one short, while further away, a tiger and a donkey roared loudly.

At this moment, the long street was littered with corpses, and the stench of blood made Lu Xiaofeng want to vomit. He looked down at the "Hall Swallow" in his hand and was somewhat lost in thought.

They had no idea that Ren Shaoyang and the others had already left.

"Swallows in front of the hall, swallows in front of the hall, this is meant to bring about the complete collapse of those who are high and mighty!"

Lu Xiaofeng shuddered. Today, he had not only lost his "friends" but also his love.

Looking up at the sky, my face was cold; I couldn't tell if it was tears or rain.
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