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

Chapter 175 Battle Begins at Shaoshi Mountain (Seeking Monthly Tickets)
The sunlight faded, and darkness fell over the surrounding fields.

"Amitabha!"

"The donkey cart drifts, followed by a fierce tiger." Huo Tianqing's expression was cold and stern. "They really came."

Master Bitter Gourd calmly said, "I'm afraid they won't come."

Zhenyangzi's voice trembled slightly: "Now that you're here, don't even think about leaving." After he finished speaking, he turned to look at his disciples. Seeing their excited faces, he felt uneasy.

Zen Master Dabei said, “Everyone, we must finish this in one battle. We must never let the tiger return to the mountain, otherwise the consequences will be endless.”

"The Zen master is right!"

"Now that the entire righteous sect is here, we will not let the three of them escape!"

The various sect leaders nodded in agreement, and the experts in the Great Hall felt more confident after hearing their sect leaders speak in this way.

Now there are thousands of masters, and Shaolin has the home advantage, compared to the "Three Fiends of the North" who only have three people.

By all accounts, the advantage is in my hands; this is a victory.

The nearly ten thousand martial arts practitioners on the square outside the mountain gate, on the mountain, and in the trees were nothing more than the dregs of the lower class.

But they have one advantage: they help whoever wins.

This ebbs and flows, adding to existing advantages and snowballing strengths.

These are the two victories.

Finally, the righteous path prevailed, the demons vanquished, and morale soared, marking the third victory.

With these three victories, it can be said that they are invincible.

With Wan Sheng by my side, the three villains will surely be buried here no matter what!
Many people secretly rejoiced.

Fortunately, the righteous path is led by Shaolin, and with so many virtuous and righteous people, we have nothing to fear from the "Three Fiends of the North." This battle at Shaoshi Mountain must be fought decisively, and the evil forces must be killed! The arrogance of these heretics must be completely extinguished!

"Everyone!"

With a flick of his robe, Zen Master Dabei strode out of the main hall and proclaimed loudly, "Please follow this old monk to vanquish demons and uphold the Way!"

"Yes!"

The crowd shouted in unison, their eyes filled with excitement, or rather, madness.

"Exterminate demons and defend the righteous path!"

"Exterminate demons and defend the righteous path!"

The Great Compassionate Zen Master was at the head of the group, followed by Shaolin elders such as Master Bitter Gourd. After him were Huo Tianqing, Kunlun Sect Leader Zhenyangzi, Huashan Sect Leader Li Jinghao, Taishan Sect Leader Jin Xuan Zhenren, and Beggar King Wang Shi Gai, among others.

Finally, they followed the elite disciples of the orthodox sect and the elite monks of Shaolin, heading straight for the mountain gate in a grand procession.

"Come out, come out!"

The martial arts practitioners outside the mountain gate were all excited and shouted as they watched the Great Compassionate Zen Master lead a large group of orthodox masters out of the mountain gate.

The Great Compassion Zen Master and the others bowed slightly and clasped their hands in respect as they met the various gazes of the crowd.

Once everyone had settled in the mountain gate square, the Great Compassion Zen Master stood still, hands on his hips, and shouted: "This old monk, Great Compassion, along with the heroes of the orthodox sect, respectfully welcomes the 'Three Fiends of the Northern Frontier'!"

A long roar arose, and true energy surged straight to the upper body.

This roar was like a thunderclap from a clear sky, growing louder and louder in mid-air, its echoes carrying far and wide, even causing the bells and chimes in the surrounding temples to hum along with it.

Huo Tianqing and the others, standing nearby, were terrified.

Those martial artists nearby, upon hearing the sound, either fell to the ground or plummeted from the trees, their hearts pounding and unable to control themselves. They secretly exclaimed in astonishment, "Master Dabei is indeed worthy of being the leader of the orthodox sects of the world; his inner strength is truly unheard of!"

After a long, mournful cry, the Great Compassionate Zen Master, having achieved his goal, clasped his hands together and abruptly stopped the cry.

Everyone felt as if a tight band had been removed from their heads; their ears were ringing, but their bodies felt exceptionally relaxed. Looking down the mountain again, they found that the donkey cart had vanished without a trace.

Everyone exclaimed in surprise, "Hey? Where's the blood donkey cart?"

"Won't they have been scared away by the Great Compassion Zen Master's roar?"

In the crowd, Lu Xiaofeng said to Hua Manlou, "Don't you think that Master Ren always appears and disappears like a ghost?"

Hua Manlou smiled and said, "He told me that this is a kind of martial arts supernatural power."

"Martial arts, and supernatural powers?"

“Yes, it’s a supernatural power that only he and Sister Hongxiu possess.” Hua Manlou said calmly, “Sister Hongxiu’s is ‘Everyone loves her and flowers bloom for her,’ while Brother Ren’s is ‘Hiding in Shadows and Forms.’”

"Hidden Shadow and Concealed Form?" Lu Xiaofeng muttered to himself a few times, then smiled bitterly, "Master Ren has a divine sword that can kill people from more than ten feet away, and he also has a supernatural ability like 'Hidden Shadow and Concealed Form.' He's not just a sword god, he's clearly the god of assassins!"

"Ximen Chuixue, what do you think?"

Beside the two, Ximen Chuixue, dressed in white, stood with his sword in his arms, eyes closed, leaving a large open space around him.

Ximen Chuixue spoke coldly: "Swordsman or assassin, I only want to see the legendary 'Sword Silk Crossing the Void' and 'Sword Light'." As he spoke, he slightly opened his eyes and looked at a white figure on the distant mountain.

The man also turned his gaze over, and in the sea of ​​people, he spotted Ximen Chuixue at a glance.

bass!
A sword's cry seemed to echo in the void, startling the people around Ximen Chuixue, who took a few steps back.

Lu Xiaofeng naturally saw the white-clad figure on the distant mountain, and his gaze turned serious: "Ye Gucheng."

"He's here too?" Hua Manlou asked with a smile. "Indeed, how could he not come to such a grand event?"

suddenly.

"Wow, there are so many people!"

A clear, crisp female voice came from the center of the room.

On Mount Shaoshi, the heroes were in awe, and everyone gasped in surprise.

At the mountain gate.

The Great Compassion Zen Master, Master Bitter Gourd, Shaolin elders, Huo Tianqing, Zhenyangzi, and other masters, disciples, and tens of thousands of heroes from the martial arts world all looked toward the source of the sound.

Three people slowly walked along the mountain path. In the dim light, the leader was dressed in a white robe, the middle one was dressed in black and looked imposing, and the last one in blood-red clothes was hopping and skipping.

The white-robed figure strolled along, ethereal as a god; the black-robed figure moved with the stride of a dragon and the gait of a tiger, his steps heavy; and finally, the blood-stained figure was charming and adorable, as if strolling through the streets.

Although the three of them were not walking in unison, their movements were perfectly harmonious. The dark, low-hanging sky behind them seemed to grow even darker with their arrival.
An elderly man with white hair murmured, "Overwhelmingly domineering."

A disciple of the orthodox sect said in a trembling voice, "It's pitch black."

The Great Compassionate Zen Master's face was cold and solemn, and he clasped his hands together, saying, "The demonic flames are raging!"

"The Three Fiends! The Three Fiends have finally arrived!" someone exclaimed in shock. Countless gazes, filled with extreme emotions of fear, horror, anger, and hatred, followed the three figures.

It was as if the three of them possessed a magic that could stir up the winds and clouds in all directions.

Among the crowd, a figure shrouded in black robes silently stared at the curved knife at the little beggar's waist. When he looked up, he was suddenly stunned.

He saw Hongxiu walking forward, but one of her pupils strangely glanced sideways and met his eyes.

The man in black robes remained silent for a moment, then smiled together with the woman in red.

As the crowd watched them walk into the center and stand still, though there were only three of them, they exuded an air of arrogance and dominance over all things, and no one could help but be overwhelmed by their presence. They secretly marveled, "Damn, the 'Three Fiends of the Northern Frontier' are truly awesome!"

Just then, a Buddhist chant was suddenly heard: "Amitabha!"

Another gasp rippled through the crowd as hundreds of monks rushed towards them.

The monks stopped a dozen feet away from Ren Shaoyang and his companions, their faces grim and their eyes fixed on him.

They waited for the three villains to make a move before rushing forward to protect the abbot.

Ren Shaoyang carried a pot of Zhu Laoban's daughter's red wine, drinking as he walked, his eyes darting around, surveying the entire scene, completely ignoring the big monk in front of him.

There were tens of thousands of people here, but he spotted Lu Xiaofeng, Hua Manlou, Ximen Chuixue, and others at a glance.

They are like fireflies in the night sky, impossible to ignore.

"Hey!" Ren Shaoyang tossed it casually. "Catch!"

The wine jug in mid-air drew an arc, attracting everyone's attention.

Lu Xiaofeng flew out like a large bird, caught the wine pot with his hand, and then did another somersault, landing back in the same spot.

"What a light gong!"

"Lu Xiaofeng truly lives up to his reputation!"

The crowd erupted in enthusiastic cheers.

Lu Xiaofeng also bowed to the left and right, then raised the wine pot and drank it down. After a few sips, he casually handed it to Hua Manlou, then turned to Ren Shaoyang and said, "Master Ren, your demeanor is truly captivating."

Ren Shaoyang smiled and said, "If you eat well and sleep well, you will naturally be full of energy."

Lu Xiaofeng smiled wryly and said, "If I were in your situation, I'd probably be scared to death."

Ren Shaoyang shook his head, and just then, he felt an astonishing sword aura approaching from afar.

He glanced to the side and saw Ximen Chuixue standing there quietly, looking both aloof and lonely.

Ximen Chuixue looked at Ren Shaoyang in silence, then suddenly said, "Thank you."

"You've already embarked on the path of refining your spirit, no need to thank me. The path of utmost sincerity is simply a natural progression for you."

Ximen Chuixue smiled slightly and said, "I will be having a final battle with Ye Gucheng soon, and I hope that Ren Jianshen can come."

"I'm afraid that won't work." Ren Shaoyang shook his head and added, "However, I will ask Ding'an to wish you both well in his heart, that you may get what you want and that you may both be well."

Ximen Chuixue asked in confusion, "Why don't you offer your blessings?"

Hongxiu chimed in, "Ding'an is blessed with the best fortune in the world. Giving you blessings is no less than our ancestors searching for you in the afterlife."

Ximen Chuixue looked at Ding An, who had a simple and honest look on his face, raised his eyebrows, and said, "Thanks."

Seeing the three villains arrive, chatting and laughing with Lu Xiaofeng and the others, treating them as if they were nothing.

Huo Tianqing stepped out, glanced at the three men, and said coldly, "The Three Fiends of the Northern Frontier, you've come here to die, yet you're still so arrogant?" He then glared at them with a cold light in his eyes.

Immediately, disciples behind him roared, "The demon is ruthless! We don't need to care about any code of honor. Let's charge together and kill them!"

"Yes, kill them!"

"You guys go first!"

"Your Mount Hua is so powerful, why don't you go up there?"

"Are you blind? Didn't you see the cross on my chest?"

"Clam?"

Although these people shouted fiercely, they still dared not rush forward in the face of the three villains' overwhelming arrogance.

Ren Shaoyang, hands on his hips, looked down at Huo Tianqing and asked, "Who are you?"

How could Huo Tianqing show any fear here? He declared without hesitation, "I am Huo Tianqing, the master of the Pearl and Treasure Pavilion!"

"Yan Tieshan is dead again?"

A flash of paleness crossed Huo Tianqing's face as he suppressed his anger: "Elder Master Yan was already suffering from old injuries, and your slaughter of the world has only made things worse, causing his death!" He became more and more agitated as he spoke, pointing his halberd and saying, "I haven't even come after you yet, you jinxes! I, Huo Tianqing, am determined to avenge this blood feud! I will make sure you never leave this Shaoshi Mountain!"

Ren Shaoyang looked back at Hongxiu and shrugged: "They're trying to pin all sorts of accusations on us."

The little beggar pouted, and his younger sister chimed in: "That bastard killed people."

"Hey~!" Ding'an stepped forward and said, "Little sister, you're not allowed to swear."

"Hehe~" The little beggar stuck out his tongue slightly and regained his composure.

Ren Shaoyang looked at Huo Tianqing and replied, "We three siblings can go wherever we want. Can you stop us?"

Huo Tianqing sneered: "I've wanted to try this for a long time!"

"Amitabha."

Zen Master Dabei stepped forward and stood in front of Huo Tianqing: "Benefactor Ren, we have finally met."

Ren Shaoyang glanced at Zen Master Dabei and beckoned: "Come on! Let's stop wasting words and settle things. Those who need to die, let's die."

"Hmph, Old Demon Ren, today is the day you pay for the grudges of your fellow disciples Kuqing, Kuwu, and Tiejian!"

Suddenly, several angry shouts were heard, and then Bitter Gourd and the old yellow-browed monk from that day rushed out, their four hands moving like lightning.

Master Bitter Gourd hooked his hands together, forming the shape of dragon claws. This pounce was like an angry dragon emerging from the valley, with an exceptionally fierce and powerful attack.

The old monk with yellow eyebrows had one arm that was like a soft snake, flowing smoothly and flexibly, with his fingers pointing like arrows, aiming at Ren Shaoyang's eyes with a very meandering and wandering motion.

One of the monks was fierce and ruthless, while the other was cunning and skillful.

The two forces, one strong and one gentle, combined to launch a powerful attack, their inner strength surging and dust flying as they charged forward with an unstoppable momentum!
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