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

Chapter 168 Watch My Blade, You'll Have to Risk Your Life

"Hmph, you'll see what I mean by risking your life?"

Gong Jiu snorted coldly and slowly straightened up. He had just been beaten so badly that he was spitting blood and looked miserable, but after catching his breath, his expression and condition improved significantly.

It is clear that he possesses a miraculous secret technique to restore himself.

Hongxiu exclaimed in amazement, "You're the first kid to withstand my 'Heavenly Wrath True Qi' without any danger."

Gong Jiu pointed his finger, and the Divine Spider Sword drew a mark on the ground, from which wisps of smoke slowly rose.

"I want to see your demonic blade." He paused, then sneered, "Do you really have to use my life to do it!"

“No no no~!”

Hongxiu shook her head vigorously: "I'm not talking about you." She pointed at everyone present and said very seriously, "Including them, we all have to risk our lives to protect them."

"Humph!"

"Insanity!"

The old scholar with graying temples and the pedantic scholar who was in charge of the betting threw the dice on the ground and snorted coldly in unison.

He Zhizhang rolled over and spat, "Pah!"

The man with the mustache suddenly said coldly, "Anyone can talk big, but I don't believe you can break my Bone-Melting Palm."

Hongxiu said, "There are no invincible martial arts techniques in the martial world, only invincible people."

"Who can be invincible?" Gong Jiu suddenly asked.

Hongxiu narrowed her eyes and curled up her lips: "Of course it's us."

"I've always been curious: Sword God, Blood-Clad Man, Blade Emperor, who is the strongest among you? If you were to fight, who would kill whom?"

Hongxiu's smile faded, and she said calmly, "With me here, this will never happen."

Gong Jiu's smile froze: "So, you're more confident than I am."

Hongxiu tilted her head and raised an eyebrow: "If you can control everything, you will naturally be as confident as I am."

Gong Jiu's expression turned cold, but the Divine Spider Sword in his hand became even more dazzling.

The pedantic scholar and the old scholar exchanged a glance. The pedantic scholar slowly walked over and sighed, "Blood-Clad Man, it seems you're confident you can kill us all by yourself?"

The old scholar followed closely behind, coldly saying, "The more confident you are, the faster you'll die."

The man with the mustache looked at Hongxiu and said, "Her martial arts are indeed impressive. Her hard skills were so strong that even the Divine Spider Sword couldn't break through them."

The pedantic scholar said, "Your Bone-Melting Palm is perfect for breaking this stupid, hard skill."

The man with the mustache said, "Does that mean we all need to attack together?"

“Of course,” He Zhizhang stood up and stretched. “Aren’t we people who value fairness?”

"of course not!"

"We're all a pack of hungry wolves!"

The group chatted amongst themselves, drawing closer as if they were about to continue their conversation.

Hongxiu interrupted them, saying, "Why so much nonsense?" Seeing that they were still sneaking closer, she wrinkled her nose and said, "The distance is about right. If you don't make a move soon, I'll have to strike first."

"kill!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the man with the mustache, He Zhizhang, the old scholar, and the pedantic scholar all leaped up and pounced on him.

Suddenly, the scholar threw a punch, his powerful aura flowing smoothly and completely.

The old scholar and the mustachioed man each had fingers like knives and palms like swords.

Minister He then darted out from the side with astonishing speed. His right hand was clenched as if holding a wine cup, or perhaps gripping the throat. His attack was a tactic that blurred the lines between reality and illusion, making it unpredictable and elusive.

The "Invisible Man" has mastered all the killer skills, and when these masters join forces, their attack is overwhelming.

Of course, that's not all!

A murderous intent flashed in Gong Jiu's eyes, and the Divine Spider Sword suddenly flew out of his hand, twirling in the air and being propelled by his energy, shooting angrily towards the little beggar!

The azure sword threads sliced ​​through the air, unleashing a series of loud, sharp sounds, like thunder roaring from the heavens, making it extremely terrifying.

In an instant, the four masters in front of Hongxiu each displayed their unique skills, and the Divine Spider Sword that attacked from the side was like thunder and fire, already forcing her into a desperate situation.

"Heh, at least it's starting to look somewhat like this."

Just then, the little beggar chuckled softly, slightly shifted his body to avoid the mustachioed man and the old scholar, and dodged the pedantic scholar's fist by darting left and right.

With a clang, the demonic blade was drawn.

The beggar flicked his wrist, a flash of light appeared, and he struck the throat of the mustachioed man who was passing by.

Without uttering a sound, the man with the mustache immediately lunged forward.

After killing one person, the woman in red sleeves moved swiftly, her body transforming into a bloody shadow, dodging the thunderous, explosive Divine Spider Sword.

Suddenly, he took a step forward.

With a single stroke, the old scholar's head flew off into the air.

With a flick of her sleeve, Hongxiu ripped open the scholar's chest. As his heart fell out, the scholar let out a long scream and collapsed to the ground, dead.

At this moment, amidst the gasps of the remaining crowd, He Zhizhang finally pounced forward.

With a flick of her wrist, Hongxiu unleashed a sharp, piercing aura that blinded onlookers, yet she was also exquisitely beautiful, like a red veil, softer than water and brighter than moonlight.

Beef Soup couldn't help but shout, "Watch out!"

Before He Zhizhang could react, he saw a flash of red light before his eyes, and his body was suddenly split in two from head to hip. A strong wind swirled in the air from time to time, howling and making the pine needles rustle. Apart from the crackling of the torches, the scene was silent for a moment.

Hongxiu turned to look at Gong Jiu, smiling warmly.

Gong Jiu also raised his head and looked at Hongxiu.

When I saw her clear and innocent eyes, I suddenly felt utterly defeated. It turned out that what I had pursued all my life was nothing but a dream.

This bittersweet feeling filled his heart, making Gong Jiu suddenly feel an extremely desolate sense of loss.

For a moment, it seemed that everything had lost its meaning.

“I told you,” Hongxiu said coldly, holding her knife, “you’ll have to prove me wrong with your life.”

Gong Jiu looked at the petite figure in front of him, his face gradually turning red. Suddenly, he shouted, "We don't even know who will die yet!" He spun around, his body transforming into a tornado, layers of blue light emanating from it, and the Divine Spider Sword slashed wildly.

Instead of retreating, Hongxiu advanced, her wrist flicking, the blood-red blade shadow as cool as water, as pale as moonlight.

The moonlight was like a knife, the gale was like a knife, and the heavens and earth were like knives.

Under such scrutiny, who can escape, and who can run away?

There was no way for Gong Jiu to use his "Spider Silk Crossing the Void" lightness skill, nor could he dodge.

The wind suddenly turned fierce at this moment, howling through the stone forest like countless ghosts and spirits gathered together, crying helplessly and desperately.

Gong Jiu felt the world suddenly turn red as a blade flashed past.

Then his body split open in two, and as the blood burst out, it splattered onto the stone pillars and the ground.

The torches had already been extinguished by the strong wind, and the remaining members of the "invisible man" were terrified and fled in panic.

Amidst the chaos and clamor, a crimson whirlwind swept away, and several blood-red shadows flickered, drifting left and right, like ghosts. Screams rang out for a moment, then suddenly fell silent.

Suddenly, the howling wind seemed to disappear.

Tap tap tap~
Footsteps sounded.

Then Hongxiu piled several large boxes high, carried them on her shoulders, and walked out of the stone forest step by step.

Outside the stone forest, two figures, one white and one black, resembling the Black and White Impermanence, leaned against a stone pillar, quietly waiting for her.

Upon seeing the little beggar come out, Ding'an rushed over, took the box from him, and said with a smile, "Are you tired?"

Hongxiu shook her head and said with a grin, "Just some chickens and dogs." Turning to look at Ren Shaoyang, who was smiling at her, she casually tossed something over, "Crippled man, take this."

Ren Shaoyang casually grabbed the ring, opened his palm, and saw the azure ring in his hand. He murmured, "The Divine Spider Sword?"

Hongxiu said with a smile, "I've brought back Little Spider's things."

Ren Shaoyang looked delighted as he examined the ring in his hand. Suddenly, his fingers paused, and he slowly touched the inside of the ring, where he saw a few small words written on it.

"I named my son and his sword Yin Yang, for my brother Nian."

Ren Shaoyang touched the engraving that read "Black Spider" at the bottom and said softly, "What's the name of Little Spider's son?"

“Murong Yinyang.” Hongxiu pointed to the box and sighed, “I read the secret records of Wudang. Little Yinyang died in his swaddling clothes.”

Ren Shaoyang remained indifferent and replied indifferently, "My nephew has a very hard life."

Ding An sighed, "If you do the math, Little Spider was only twenty-eight years old when he died."

Hongxiu stepped forward and gently stroked Ren Shaoyang's head, saying, "Life is life, death is death, life is life, death is death, sighing at life, sighing at death, no life, no death. It's okay for the cripple to be sad, but don't be heartbroken."

Ren Shaoyang put the ring on his left hand, gently rubbed it, and smiled slightly: "Little beggar, you look even more like a bald monk than I do now."

Hongxiu chuckled: "Those bald monks from Shaolin would never have imagined that the most Buddhist person would come to destroy them."

Ren Shaoyang shook his head: "Let's go."

The three turned to leave, and the little beggar's voice came from behind: "Crippled man, do you think people have past lives?"

Ren Shaoyang pondered for a moment and said, "Yes, or no."

Hongxiu said, "Are you just trying to fool me? Then let me ask you, is there an afterlife?"

Ren Shaoyang shook his head: "Yes, it will be different."

Hongxiu said, "It's possible there's an afterlife. If Little Spider were to come into this world, heaven and earth would be completely different. What kind of person do you think he would be?"

Ding An, carrying the box, said in a muffled voice, "To rekindle our past romance with Miss Murong?"

"The world is different now, so how can we live another life?"

Ren Shaoyang thought for a moment and slowly said, "Life is like dust, and this life is your only one. Whether you are happy or not, just smile knowingly, and it will never come back. In a moment, eternity is achieved."

"This life is over. Even if we join hands again, the world will change and things will be different. There will be no more Little Spider or Murong Ninth Sister."

"Huh?" Hongxiu said dejectedly, "Everything has changed?"

Ding'an was also frustrated: "People's hearts have changed, and people have changed too."

Ren Shaoyang smiled slightly and placed his hands on the tops of their heads: "Life is like dust, dew, rain, and mist, fleeting and ephemeral. Therefore, respect the present and respect yourself in the present moment."

"We must live, we must keep living. Who can predict how wonderful the future will be?"

"How come that cripple is still alive?"

"There will be a way."

"Haha, you always have so many ideas!"

The three walked further and further away, their shadows growing longer and longer, until they gradually disappeared into the mountain mist.

(End of this chapter)