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

Chapter 176 The Peak Battle
The wind howled, and the sea of ​​clouds floated.

Shaoshi Mountain is majestic and imposing. Although it is not steep, its rocks are scattered and its pines and cypresses are dense. Its strange and precipitous features are no less than those of Huangshan and Huashan.

Shaolin Temple originated in the Sui and Tang Dynasties and flourished in the Song and Yuan Dynasties. Its martial arts integrated Indian yoga, Tibetan Tantric Buddhism and Chinese martial arts. Through the continuous innovation of eminent monks both inside and outside the temple, it finally summarized the world-renowned Seventy-Two Unique Skills.

Furthermore, the temple has produced many eminent monks. Although the "Three Fiends of the North" are now arrogant and seemingly invincible, people in the martial arts world still hold Shaolin in awe.

Now, Master Bitter Gourd and Monk Yellow Eyebrows have appeared together, using two martial arts styles, one hard and one soft, which are the Dragon Claw Hand and Snake Fist among the Seventy-Two Arts.

The two completely different styles of martial arts, one of strength and the other of gentleness, now combine to strike like a whirlwind sweeping away fallen leaves, bringing endless fury and fierce destruction.

Ren Shaoyang laughed and said, "Your internal strength is interesting, but still not enough." He didn't dodge, but instead advanced, meeting the two men's iron palms head-on!
Without him even raising his hand, he had already placed both hands on the two people's arms.

Bitter Gourd and Yellow-Eyebrow Monk felt a sudden weight on their arms, which immediately stiffened. They tried to use their internal energy to break free.

Suddenly, Ren Shaoyang shouted, "Still dare to struggle?"

The two monks felt as if the other's palm was falling from the sky, suddenly sinking down, and no matter how they tried to push and rub against it, it kept pressing down on them.

He slammed it violently to the ground!

The crowd gasped in alarm, and the two monks were filled with terror. They were unable to move or escape. Their martial arts skills were rendered useless in Ren Shaoyang's hands, like a child before its mother.

All he could do was close his eyes and wait for his brains to splatter onto the ground.

Just then, a loud shout rang out: "Demon, let go!"

Then four more old monks flew out.

They might unleash their "Kasaya Subduing Demons Technique" with a flick of their robes, or shout out with a "Mountain-Piercing Palm," or use their "Flying Cloud Hand" with both hands and sleeves as large as mountains, or unleash the "Thousand-Hand Tathagata Palm" with thousands of hands.

Four extraordinary techniques suddenly attacked from four directions, accompanied by a strong wind!

Ren Shaoyang laughed and withdrew the force of his downward strike, his wrist, elbow, and shoulder moving yet remaining still, suddenly lifting up Bitter Gourd and Yellow Eyebrows.

He swung it at the four old monks like a sledgehammer.

"Ah! How despicable!"

When the four old monks saw the faces of Bitter Gourd and Yellow Eyebrows suddenly appear, they were so frightened that they withdrew their strength. This sudden release and withdrawal made them feel extremely uncomfortable all over their bodies, which was caused by the backlash of their strength.

Ren Shaoyang smiled slyly: "Are you feeling unwell?"

Suddenly, a surge of power arose in his arm, striking the four old monks through the bodies of the two monks, as if striking a cow across a mountain.

Suddenly, a loud clang rang out.

The four old monks were startled to discover strange, sticky forces emanating from the monks' bodies, seemingly real yet illusory, sometimes contracting, sometimes releasing, elusive and without any fixed form.

They exerted force in their palms, intending to shake each other off, but they felt a subtle pull from the other's strength, causing them to lose their balance, their steps falter, and they all lifted off the ground.

On Mount Shaoshi, tens of thousands of people suddenly witnessed a strange sight.

Then, the two men, Bitter Gourd and Yellow-Eyebrow Monk, who had been so aggressive, rushed forward.

Ren Shaoyang suppressed the two of them with just one palm strike.

Then four more old monks arrived, each displaying their prowess.

However, their prowess was not on full display.

Ren Shaoyang swung the bitter gourd and the yellow-browed figure at them, and suddenly one person was stuck to six people, like a shadow puppeteer, manipulating them to sway left and right, lift their feet and stretch their legs.

Everyone present gaped in astonishment as they watched the old monks being pulled by the force of the palm strikes, their bodies swaying helplessly.

The white-robed man, on the other hand, was imposing and awe-inspiring, like a marshal commanding his troops.

He then unleashed force with both hands and shouted, "Get out of here!"

The monks cried out "Ah!" and all of them burst out.

In an instant, he fell to the ground, rolling around like a gourd, looking extremely disheveled!

"Uncle-Master Bitter Gourd?"

"To torment your junior brother?"

Then, more than a dozen monks flew out from the Shaolin formation and stepped forward to help the six people.

Their faces were pale, and they looked incredulous. They touched their meridians and felt that they were exhausted. They couldn't help but look up and glare angrily.

"Butcher Ren! You are utterly ruthless! You actually crippled my martial uncles!"

"Demon, what kind of demonic power have you used!"

"Hmph! What's the point of talking to him? Let's all attack together!"

More than a hundred Shaolin monks stood in front of the two sides with sticks, but when they saw the miserable state of their elders, they couldn't help but curse at them.

The shouts grew louder and louder as soon as they started.

Seeing that Ren Shaoyang and his group consisted of only three people, even if they truly possessed extraordinary abilities, they would find it difficult to escape the encirclement.

As their momentum grew, their courage increased even more. The senior monks finally couldn't hold back any longer and raised their bronze cudgels, ready to rush forward and kill them to avenge their families.

Ren Shaoyang stood in the middle of the room, stroking the azure ring on his left hand, looking quite relaxed.

In the distance, the monks half-surrounded him, closing in step by step.

Suddenly, a burst of fire exploded with a "whoosh"!

The crowd took a few steps back in fright, looking ahead with fear and uncertainty.

"Heh, bullying the weak with numbers?" Hongxiu sneered and stepped forward, accompanied by Ding'an, whose prosthetic hand was red and whose steam rose from it.

Seeing that the three monks had closed in, the senior monks shouted even louder and tried to pounce on them again.

"Amitabha!"

At this moment, Zen Master Dabei stepped forward and chanted a Buddhist prayer, suppressing the voices of the tens of thousands of people present: "Benefactor Ren, you treat the righteous path of the Central Plains as nothing, and you have harmed six people from my temple as soon as you arrived. Shouldn't you give an explanation?"

"You monk, you have the appearance of a monk, but no Buddha's heart; you are a monk in body, but a layman in mind." Ren Shaoyang looked up at the sky. "What explanation can I give you? And what explanation do you want?"

"Ren, my benefactor, has attained the highest level of merit, yet you have committed massacres and fallen into the realm of demons." The Great Compassionate Zen Master clasped his hands together. "The three of you have committed unforgivable sins, but Heaven has the virtue of cherishing life. This old monk cannot bear to see you die and your spiritual cultivation vanish. I have only bound my own hands and entered the temple to accompany the ancient Buddha and the green lamp. This can be considered a meritorious deed."

"Hahaha!"

Ren Shaoyang suddenly leaped up and burst into laughter, his laughter soaring into the sky, loud and clear, like a sudden flash of thunder, about to overturn the world in an instant.

The Great Compassion Zen Master's expression froze.

Everyone present was filled with trepidation, sensing that disaster was imminent. Many threw down their weapons, covered their ears, and screamed, causing immediate chaos.

Suddenly, Ren Shaoyang stopped laughing and shouted, "Great monk, are you still dreaming of taking us in?"

"Amitabha Buddha, stubbornly clinging to delusion, stubbornly clinging to delusion." Zen Master Dabei chanted the Buddha's name incessantly.

Huo Tianqing stood beside him and said sternly, "Ren Shaoyang, do you think you can still escape now?"

"Not bad!"

Li Jinghao, the head of the Huashan Sect, drew his long sword with a clang and pointed it directly at Ren Shaoyang: "You brat, so arrogant, you deserve to be torn to pieces! Everyone... uh!"

He was about to incite the crowd to attack, but before he could finish speaking, a flash of blue light appeared, and he was pierced through the chest.

"Dang Cang."

With a crisp sound, the longsword fell to the ground. As Li Jinghao fell, he was already cut in two, his internal organs spilling out.

Everyone on the field was a skilled fighter, but no one could clearly see how Ren Shaoyang drew his sword and killed people, leaving them all horrified.

Huo Tianqing was startled, horrified, and deeply moved. He couldn't help but take a step back, his voice trembling as he asked, "The Divine Sword Captures the Dragon?"

Ren Shaoyang slowly revealed the azure blade in his hand and said calmly, "Your martial arts aren't great, but you're not blind."

"Attack together!" shouted the Great Compassionate Zen Master. "He wields a divine sword, its destructive power is astonishing. You must not underestimate him!"

At this point, the old monk finally stopped pretending.

Huo Tianqing shouted, "Attack together! Let's wipe out Old Devil Ren and the other two little dogs!"

Before he finished speaking, more than a dozen experts rushed towards Ren Shaoyang, unleashing at least ten kinds of martial arts techniques on him, including fists, palms, claws, and fingers, as well as six or seven kinds of weapon techniques.

Hua Manlou listened intently, utterly terrified by the scene. He had never heard of such a vicious attack, nor such a terrifying sound.

These people truly deserve to be called the leaders of major martial arts sects; their internal strength far exceeds everyone's imagination.

But what became of Ren Shaoyang and his two companions who were besieged?

Everyone watched this breathtaking scene, holding their breath, eager to see how it would end.

"Ha, escape into the shadows."

A soft laugh seemed to send a cold wind sweeping across Mount Shaoshi.

Ren Shaoyang suddenly flicked his sleeve, and the sword blade swirled up, its edge frosty, creating waves of snow in the air. His white robe, wrapped in the snow, became indistinct in an instant.

Upon witnessing such a display of power, everyone gasped in astonishment, feeling as if the snow-capped peaks of Kunlun were pressing down upon them, their eyes captivated by the swirling blades of frost and snow.

As the snow waves surged into the sky, their dazzling light leaving everyone bewildered, they suddenly saw the white waves turn blood red, and more than ten martial arts experts froze in place.

Their eyebrows and eyes were covered in frost, like more than a dozen snow sculptures. Suddenly, a series of thuds rang out as they all fell to the ground and died.

Everyone stared intently, only to see the sword blades swirling, and amidst the chilling light, a figure in a white robe stood alone, serene and composed.

Lu Xiaofeng's throat went dry as he watched, and he was still terrified when he saw Ren Shaoyang commit murder again.

Ren Shaoyang smiled slightly: "Great Compassion Zen Master, if you don't make a move soon, I'll come looking for you."

This laugh caused the assembled heroes to change color and fall silent.

This is both the most touching laugh in the world and the most terrifying laugh under heaven.

On the other side, some people couldn't hold back any longer either.

With a soft snap, countless extremely thin, cold rays suddenly shot towards Hongxiu's back!

These cold glints were as fine as hairs, yet they flew silently.

If it weren't for the soft sound of it being launched, it would have been an almost silent projectile!

However, in the Shaoshi Mountain where tens of thousands of people gathered, this sound was almost negligible.

and so.

The launch of this hidden weapon almost certainly resulted in a fatal outcome.

Unfortunately, Hongxiu is the abnormal element in the "ultimate kill"!
Her "keen hearing" was too sensitive. Her ears suddenly widened and blinked twice. Her expression changed, and a black throwing knife appeared between her fingers, reflecting the cold light towards the object!

just.

Crack! Crack! Crack! Another series of cracking sounds!
More than fifty identical cold beams shot out from the sky and the ground, from the east, west, and north, all aimed at Ding'an and the little beggar!
(End of this chapter)