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

Chapter 158 They really seem like gods.

The wind sweeps across the rivers and lakes, the rain darkens the village, and the sounds of the four mountains roar like the waves of the sea.

A heavy rain fell across the Central Plains, lasting for seven days, causing widespread discontent among the people.

It also frightened the entire martial arts world into silence, whimpering and making everyone quiet.

The ninth sun.

The long-awaited clear weather shone brightly on Shaoshi Mountain, making it appear golden and beautiful.

Mount Song is formed by two groups of peaks: Mount Taishi and Mount Shaoshi.

The Taishi Mountains are connected, majestic and magnificent, while the Shaoshi Mountains have towering peaks that stand out, each vying for beauty and grandeur.

"what!"

Inside the abbot's room were Mu Daoren, Kugua Zen Master, Yan Tieshan and Huo Tianqing (who had not died), Bu Ju ('Opening Heaven Palm'), Tang Tianzong of the Tang Clan, Sima Ziyi ('Peaceful Swordsman'), and even Dabei Zen Master.

At that moment, everyone showed expressions of horror.

"All dead?"

"Yes! None of the hundreds of experts survived this battle."

The wooden Taoist staggered and hurriedly asked, "Where are your grandmaster and my nephew Danxia?"

The Shaolin disciple lowered his head and wiped away his tears, not daring to hide the truth: "I have no grandmaster uncle, and Master Danxia of Wudang both died in Luoyang."

"what?!"

Everyone in the hall paled.

The Great Compassionate Zen Master said in a deep voice, "Explain in detail!"

The Shaolin disciple dared not delay, wiped away his tears with his sleeve, and recounted the information in detail.

Upon hearing that Ren Shaoyang, alone with his sword, had set fire to Ding'an, the two of them, one heading east and the other west, slaughtered all the masters in the street.

At this moment, the entire abbot's room was completely silent.

"This news is too alarming. We need to verify whether it is true or false."

Master Mu looked dejected, his brows furrowed: "Nephew Danxia's skill and swordsmanship are almost on par with mine. Even if that Sword God is strong, how could he possibly kill him in an instant in front of Master Kuwu and so many fellow practitioners?"

"This doesn't make sense!"

"Elder Mu is absolutely right!"

Master Bitter Gourd's eyes were filled with tears: "It's just that both Senior Brother Bitter Love and Junior Brother Bitter Nothing have died, which is truly heartbreaking."

The Great Compassionate Zen Master said in a deep voice, "Don't rush to conclusions! One man can fight against a hundred and still slaughter them all." He took a breath, his pupils dilating slightly, "Could it be that he has really become a god?"

Everyone was incredulous when they heard this.

Only the wooden Taoist secretly glanced at him.

Master Bitter Gourd hurriedly said, "Abbot, I'll go down the mountain to Luoyang right now!"

“That’s right, just listening isn’t enough,” Huo Tianqing said. “Whether it’s true or false, you can tell at a glance.”

The Great Compassionate Zen Master lowered his head and pondered for a while, then looked up at his disciple and said slowly, "Continue."

The disciple continued, "Besides the deaths of 'Great Hero of Guanzhong' Shanxi Yan, Tang San and Si of the Tang Clan, Wen Congrong of the Wen Family, and other great heroes, we discovered [their bodies] in the alley."

At this point, he couldn't help but swallow, seemingly finding it hard to believe.

Huo Tianqing said, "Don't panic, tell me slowly." Although he said not to panic, he had already clenched his fists.

He is the son of the former "Number One Under Heaven" Tianqin Elder, and also the martial uncle of the "Great Hero of Guanzhong" Shanxi Yan.

Huo Tianqing had always possessed an almost pathological pride, and he had always wanted to do something big.

Therefore, his cooperation with the Master of Green Robes was not for wealth, but to prove that he could accomplish earth-shattering things on his own.

A laughable tragedy.

However, with Huo Xiu's death, Shanxi Yan died in Luoyang.

Huo Tianqing's pride made him both extremely jealous and wary of Ren Shaoyang.

The Shaolin disciple continued, "We found the remains of the 'Three Friends of Winter' in the alley."

Huo Tianqing choked and fell silent.

Yan Tieshan said, "The Western Demonic Sect elder was killed at the alley entrance of Luoyang. I'm afraid Jade Rakshasa will be coming to the Central Plains soon."

The Great Compassionate Zen Master stood up, paced back and forth, and his bad premonition grew stronger.

He simply couldn’t imagine how Ren Shaoyang could single-handedly defeat a thousand and wipe out all the masters in a city in a martial arts world where internal strength was declining and martial arts techniques were the only measure of success.

Could this person truly possess supernatural powers?

The Great Compassionate Zen Master couldn't understand it, so he said cautiously, "Brother Bitter Gourd, let's go to Luoyang together, and we'll know the truth at a glance."

Without further ado, everyone present, along with the leaders of several major sects, immediately headed to Luoyang.

The heavy rain had stopped by then, but the road was extremely muddy, and even traveling on horseback, it took an extra day to get there.

By the time they arrived in Luoyang, it was already the third day of that earth-shattering battle.

At this moment, the earth-shattering battle of Luoyang had already spread throughout the martial arts world. Because so many people had died in the city, the powerful and wealthy were so frightened that they fled the city overnight, making this once prosperous city seem like a ghost town.

Large numbers of martial arts practitioners had long gathered outside Luoyang City, and far too many people had died in recent days.

They dared not go in, nor dared they touch the corpse. Luoyang City had become a forbidden area for martial arts practitioners, and few dared to go and see it.

No one could believe that such three people had actually appeared in the world.

The Three Fiends of the Northern Frontier!

These three men, whose names seemed to come up casually as bandits from the borderlands, actually accomplished such an earth-shattering feat!
Two days ago, hundreds of righteous people gathered in Luoyang to besiege and kill them. Everyone thought that this battle was a sure thing.

But who could have imagined it?

Hundreds of people were killed, and not a single one survived the clutches of the "three villains."

They showed no mercy, hacking their way from the west to the east of the city, killing indiscriminately. The long streets became a bloodbath, and human life was as worthless as grass in their hands.

Now that righteous masters have gathered here, the martial arts practitioners outside the city are all invigorated and enter Luoyang City.

Despite the clear weather, the city still felt damp and chilly inside, and the stench of blood was still lingering in the air, making one want to vomit. The long street had been cleaned, and the corpses were waiting to be buried in the mortuary.

The group turned and ran towards the mortuary on the outskirts of the city, where they saw a horrifying scene.

The entire mortuary was covered in white cloth, corpses, corpses everywhere!

Zen Master Dabei, Master Kugua, and Daoist Mu immediately went to check and saw the bodies of Kuwu, Daoist Danxia, ​​and Shanxi Yan laid out on the platform.

"He struck four vital points with a single sword strike, then used a different kind of true energy to condense the blood and qi throughout his body. How ruthless and bizarre!"

The wooden Taoist looked at the four wounds on his nephew's corpse, his face extremely grim.

"My nephew was cut in half at the waist." Huo Tianqing looked at the half-severed Shanxi goose, his tone low, "It's exactly the same as the wound of the Bitter Love Master."

“Aside from superficial wounds on his hands, Junior Brother Ku Wu had no other injuries on his body.” Ku Gua frowned, a sense of doubt creeping into his heart. “How did he die?”

The Great Compassionate Zen Master stepped forward with a heavy expression, touched the chest of the body of the utterly ruthless monk, glanced at the wound on his hand, and frowned: "Look!"

Everyone was drawn to the scene, and then they saw the Great Compassionate Zen Master draw a line from the corpse's arm to its chest.

With a splattering sound, the skin was torn open, revealing the muscles and veins inside, and even the bones were exposed.

No one had time to be surprised that the Shaolin abbot was destroying his own junior brother's body, because they were all shocked by what they saw.

After the corpse's arm was cut open, not a drop of blood flowed out. A clear cavity was visible, running along the veins all the way to the heart.

Master Kuno's heart had been completely blasted open.

"How insidious, how strange the force!" the Wood Taoist muttered. "Judging from this, Master Ku Wu must have grabbed the sword, but unexpectedly he was struck by a vicious, hidden force, his heart exploding and he died! What kind of sword technique is this, capable of such insidious attacks?"

Upon hearing this, everyone shook their heads and sighed, saying that they had never heard of or seen anything like it.

The wooden Taoist said, "Ren Shaoyang was the number one swordsman in the world a hundred years ago. We only know that his 'Divine Sword Capturing Dragon' is terrifying, but we know nothing about his swordsmanship."

"Amitabha."

The Great Compassionate Zen Master's expression was very grim: "Just by looking at the corpses of Junior Brother Ku Wu and the others, one can know that Ren Shaoyang used a series of sword techniques, including those of extreme cold, sharpness, speed, venom, and ferocity."

"Well, we in Kunlun have records of that!" the Kunlun sect leader said, raising his hand from afar.

"Oh? Sect Leader Zhenyangzi, please speak quickly!"

Kunlun Sect Leader Zhenyangzi said, "According to internal Kunlun records, Ren Shaoyang's swordsmanship was passed down by the previous Kunlun extraordinary person, the 'Sword God' Zhuo Lingzhao. It is a profound swordsmanship called the 'Kunlun Thirteen Swords'."

"The Thirteen Swords of Kunlun?"

"So that means he can wield thirteen different sword techniques simultaneously?"

"This explains why the wounds on each body are different."

Mu Daoren asked, "Brother Zhenyangzi, do you know what these thirteen sword techniques are?"

Zhenyangzi looked embarrassed: "I'm not too sure about that. Ren Shaoyang was known as the 'White-Clad Sword God' back then. He was extremely arrogant. If he hadn't said that he had a past connection with Kunlun, we wouldn't have known that his amazing swordsmanship came from Kunlun. As for which thirteen swordsmanships he was referring to, there is no record of them."

The atmosphere became somewhat somber after hearing this.

The Great Compassionate Zen Master examined several more corpses and slowly said, "These people seem to have been killed by the 'Knife Emperor'."

Everyone looked over and saw that the corpses were charred black, and they could vaguely make out the panic before they died.

"The city is engulfed in flames," Huo Tianqing said. "The ultimate sword technique in the world, the sword that emerges from the flames, is unparalleled."

The crowd then examined the corpses of the Three Friends of Winter. They noticed that the wound on the neck of the lone pine was as smooth as a mirror, while the bones of the withered bamboo and the winter plum were completely shattered.

Huo Tianqing's expression was stern: "The three of them were killed by the 'Kunlun Blood-Clad Man.' The 'Demon Blade Candle Flower Red' is a divine weapon no less powerful than the Dragon-Capturing Sword!"

The Great Compassionate Zen Master nodded: "Judging from this fist imprint, it is powerful and fierce. It should be the legendary 'Southern Heaven Divine Fist'. Legend has it that Ren Hongxiu and the great hero Yan Nantian were close friends. She must have learned this divine skill from Yan Nantian."

Master Bitter Gourd couldn't help but sneer: "Yan Nantian is truly a misrepresentation!"

Everyone had a thousand words in their hearts, but no one could say them.

Although they have already paid enough attention to these three martial arts legends from a hundred years ago, it still seems insufficient now.

Just as everyone was instructing their disciples to collect the body.

The Great Compassion Zen Master asked Bitter Gourd in a low voice, "Junior Brother, the martial arts skills of Ren Shaoyang and the other two are terrifying. If we rely solely on our strength, we will not be able to resist them at all."

Bitter Gourd whispered, "Senior Brother Abbot, what do you want to do?"

The Great Compassionate Zen Master said in a low voice, "The gunpowder we traded with Governor Wei can now be used."

Bitter Gourd was stunned for a moment, then looked on in horror: "That's two thousand catties of flame!"

"As for gunpowder, Wudang can provide it," Mu Daoren replied with a smile.

The Great Compassionate Zen Master smiled and turned his head: "How much can Elder Mu provide?"

Master Mu thought for a moment, then said confidently, "We have always enjoyed alchemy, and we can certainly provide tens of thousands of catties."
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Wanmei Mountain Villa.

Ximen Chuixue had just taken a bath, thoroughly cleaning every part of his body.

Her nails were manicured, and her clothes were brand new; even her underwear and socks were white, as white as snow.

He has fasted for a day.

She smelled wonderfully of plum blossoms.

He was originally going to Luoyang to see the legendary mountain, but halfway there, he heard news of the Battle of Luoyang.

So he immediately turned the car around and returned to Wanmei Villa.

All this is to conserve my energy and reach peak condition so that I can challenge the highest peak of the ancient swordsmen at the most opportune time.

But at this moment, in the garden of Wanmei Villa.

Two people were reclining on the deck chair he always used.

One is Lu Xiaofeng with four eyebrows, and the other is Hua Manlou with a smile on his face.

Ximen Chuixue stood tall and coldly asked, "What are you doing here?"

Lu Xiaofeng glanced at him.

Suddenly, she exclaimed "Huh?", sat up straight, and asked in surprise, "You, how come you look so much like Ren Jianshen?"

(End of this chapter)